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A review by minna1999
The Wish Granter by C.J. Redwine
3.0
This book was very meh for me and a little unrealistic. You’re telling me the king lets someone terrorize the country this blatantly yet no one rebels immediately?
I really like the villain, though. He’s so ridiculously evil and theatrical in a very campy way, but it works! Some of his lines are so funny, whether intentionally or not lol:
“But my children! They’ll be left with no one to take care of them.” Tears streamed down her cheeks and fell to the dusty wooden planks beneath her feet.
Teague smiled. “They’ll have me. At least until I sell them to a slaver in Balavata.”
——————
“Turning to face the others in the room, Teague said, “One of you will be my messenger. Which of you wants the job?”
The people glanced uncertainly at one another, and then the man closest to the door tentatively raised his hand.
Teague clapped his hands once. “Excellent. That leaves”—he turned in a slow circle and made a show of counting the rest—“one man, three women, and two adorable little children. And of course Edwin, on whose head all your deaths will be blamed.”
——————
“I’m sorry that happened to you”
“I’m not,” he said softly, his eyes on hers. “It reminded me not to get involved in the affairs of humans unless they could pay my prices. And in case I ever feel myself softening because someone comes along who looks like she keeps her promises, I simply pull out the pipe I had carved from Samara’s bones after I had her taken from Llorenyae, brought to my new home in Súndraille, and killed in front of me, and I remember that humans are liars who can never be fully trusted.”
I really like the villain, though. He’s so ridiculously evil and theatrical in a very campy way, but it works! Some of his lines are so funny, whether intentionally or not lol:
“But my children! They’ll be left with no one to take care of them.” Tears streamed down her cheeks and fell to the dusty wooden planks beneath her feet.
Teague smiled. “They’ll have me. At least until I sell them to a slaver in Balavata.”
——————
“Turning to face the others in the room, Teague said, “One of you will be my messenger. Which of you wants the job?”
The people glanced uncertainly at one another, and then the man closest to the door tentatively raised his hand.
Teague clapped his hands once. “Excellent. That leaves”—he turned in a slow circle and made a show of counting the rest—“one man, three women, and two adorable little children. And of course Edwin, on whose head all your deaths will be blamed.”
——————
“I’m sorry that happened to you”
“I’m not,” he said softly, his eyes on hers. “It reminded me not to get involved in the affairs of humans unless they could pay my prices. And in case I ever feel myself softening because someone comes along who looks like she keeps her promises, I simply pull out the pipe I had carved from Samara’s bones after I had her taken from Llorenyae, brought to my new home in Súndraille, and killed in front of me, and I remember that humans are liars who can never be fully trusted.”