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A review by alongreader
Song of the Abyss by Makiia Lucier
4.0
A wonderful followup to Isle of Blood and Stone, this novel sweeps the reader into an aquatic adventure featuring strange lands and magic. I loved the detail, things like the smell of the spices and the dresses Reyna (reluctantly) wears. The mystery was fascinating and I read this in almost one go...had to stop for work, more's the pity, but I got there in the end. The ghosts really creeped me out, too! I wasn't so sure of the instalove, but I've learned to accept and mostly ignore it, as it features in so many books nowadays.
I hope there's more books set in this strange, magical world. I'll happily keep reading.
“My goodness,” Dita said. “I’ve never seen such a transformation.”
They stood by a full-length looking glass in Reyna’s chamber, Dita expertly weaving strips of gold wire into her hair. It had been left loose; there was no time for anything more elaborate, and the strands fell like liquid onyx to her waist. “You’re like a chameleon. So much beauty under that scruff and paint.”
“I’m scared to death, Dita.”
Dita’s hands stilled. She met Reyna’s gaze in the looking glass. “Of Queen Vashti?”
“Of everything. What if Mercedes doesn’t get better? What if we can’t find Lord Eli—”
“Don’t borrow trouble.” Dita resumed her weaving, this time with more vigor. “What we choose to believe is powerful, Reyna. Mercedes and the babe will be fine. Elias will come home safe. He always does. *This* I believe.”
Her reflection showed busy hands and a solitary teardrop on her cheek. Reyna did not flinch when Dita pulled too hard. She said, “And so will Jaime.”
A black lace fan lay on a high chest. Dita took the fan, offered it to Reyna. “And so will Jaime.”
I hope there's more books set in this strange, magical world. I'll happily keep reading.
“My goodness,” Dita said. “I’ve never seen such a transformation.”
They stood by a full-length looking glass in Reyna’s chamber, Dita expertly weaving strips of gold wire into her hair. It had been left loose; there was no time for anything more elaborate, and the strands fell like liquid onyx to her waist. “You’re like a chameleon. So much beauty under that scruff and paint.”
“I’m scared to death, Dita.”
Dita’s hands stilled. She met Reyna’s gaze in the looking glass. “Of Queen Vashti?”
“Of everything. What if Mercedes doesn’t get better? What if we can’t find Lord Eli—”
“Don’t borrow trouble.” Dita resumed her weaving, this time with more vigor. “What we choose to believe is powerful, Reyna. Mercedes and the babe will be fine. Elias will come home safe. He always does. *This* I believe.”
Her reflection showed busy hands and a solitary teardrop on her cheek. Reyna did not flinch when Dita pulled too hard. She said, “And so will Jaime.”
A black lace fan lay on a high chest. Dita took the fan, offered it to Reyna. “And so will Jaime.”