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Endsinger by Jay Kristoff
3.0
'But your dreams have no power over me, old man. Mine is the world I build... My triumphs, my mistakes, my loves, my losses. I choose what I am. Every day. I rise, and I stand. And the world you describe is one where I only kneel.'
This is not a happy book. This guy has mercy on no one. Some people who really, really deserved better met their ends and it was a consecutive chain of events and I was considering chucking my book. Pretty satisfied with how it concluded though I felt like it lost a bit of steam towards the end, there're two big scenes with a small lull separating. That's where the pace threw me a bit off.
There's this quote towards the end that just makes you stop and think :
'The truth is, the abyss lives in us. In our greed. In the way we look at things different to us, and see things lesser. In the way we see the smaller, or the weaker,, and think them prey.
It begins with the beasts of the land, the birds of the sky. And in a blinking, we find ourselves seeing our lessers in people with different colored skins. Different gods. Different creeds We see them as lessers, and we hurt, and we killd, and we think nothing of it. Because they are different, we think ourselves just. Because we are stronger, we think ourselves righteous. That is the abyss in all of us...'
This is not a happy book. This guy has mercy on no one. Some people who really, really deserved better met their ends and it was a consecutive chain of events and I was considering chucking my book. Pretty satisfied with how it concluded though I felt like it lost a bit of steam towards the end, there're two big scenes with a small lull separating. That's where the pace threw me a bit off.
There's this quote towards the end that just makes you stop and think :
'The truth is, the abyss lives in us. In our greed. In the way we look at things different to us, and see things lesser. In the way we see the smaller, or the weaker,, and think them prey.
It begins with the beasts of the land, the birds of the sky. And in a blinking, we find ourselves seeing our lessers in people with different colored skins. Different gods. Different creeds We see them as lessers, and we hurt, and we killd, and we think nothing of it. Because they are different, we think ourselves just. Because we are stronger, we think ourselves righteous. That is the abyss in all of us...'