A review by mariam27
Curse of the Dark Prince by Ariana Nash

4.0

He’d watch the world burn to see his prince safe.

I've died and gone to hell because this book broke me AGAIN AND AGAIN AND SO MANY FUCKING AGAIN, and my heart, my brain, my eyes is exhausted. Damn you Ariana Nash, DAMN YOU.

This man who challenged him, defied him, and so thoroughly understood him that he had no choice but to love him in return.

What a fucking story this book was, what a craft of a novel to drive me mad and infuriated me and all of it's action bullshit, What a book. What a craft I want to strangle and kiss and slap and hug. Ugk, this series just about frustrates me and aggravates me and makes me feel NOTHING BUT DREAD, but damn it, it also weakens me and makes me cry and makes me smile and laugh at the wicked ways of these characters, makes me nothing short of awe at the strength of them, the courage they have and the will and tenacity far braver and stronger than anything I've seen.

Nikolas laughed a deep, dark chuckle and stepped closer, filling the space between them. “Defensive, prince?” He reached out a hand and stroked a lock of hair away from Vasili’s scarred eye. Anyone else would have received a merciless backhand for daring to touch him, but Nikolas’s brazen familiarity momentarily stole all Vasili’s thoughts, even the bad ones. He’d spent so long afraid, lashing out whenever anyone strayed too close, that trusting Nikolas was terrifying, but also freeing

What the people say is true, Ariana Nash is one WICKED, VICIOUS, SADISTIC Author because holy crap, GIVE ME A BREAK WOMAN, more less, give your precious angels a break!

Vasili’s only wish was to be free.

“Part of me hates Vasili.”
Niko braced an arm against the thawing ground. “He’s an easy man to hate.”
“Harder to love?”
“Something like that.”

Vasili closed his eye and breathed out slowly. “It never ends, does it?”

He loved Vasili Caville, the cursed prince, the voiceless man, all of him.

How many times this book broke my battered, exhuasted and tired heart? Think again and a thousand more times.

Vasili Caville might be the bravest damn soul he’d ever met. He’d do any damn thing for him.

Vasili was close now. His entire body burned with dark flame. He’d likened the Cavilles to a candle. Everyone had expected him to burn out long before now. But he hadn’t. Because Vasili Caville didn’t fucking surrender to anyone or anything, least of all some ancient curse. Vasili still held on, somewhere, somehow. Niko believed in him.

Vasili was so close now every line on his face stood out, every horrible scar marking the loss of his eye and a past he’d fought so hard to survive. “I told you this life is not for us.”

And I'd do it all over again just for Vasili and Nikolas, two fools in love.

Vasili truly was a work of art. One made of razor blades.

In the quiet moments, and the moments when he’d stripped all his layers back, Vasili was spellbinding. Vulnerable and fierce. Niko’s Vasili.

This so desperately damaged prince was his entire world and had been for far longer than he’d realized. Maybe since that first kiss in a starlit field.

“Who wants a good man when they can have a vicious prince?”

Initial reaction:
SOS