On the Second Sabbat of Twelfthmoon, in the city of Weep, a girl fell from the sky.
Lazlo Strange has been fascinated by the city of Weep since he was a boy. A far away place cut off from the world 200 years ago, even its name has been snuffed out of existence. Lazlo felt magic in the air when that happened, and has spent his life since learning all he can about Weep. An orphan raised by monks, he finds himself at the library as a teenager and decides to stay there. In a forgotten section he reads about Weep – its history and its fairytales, and dreams of one day going there, even though it’s an impossible task.
Then the Godslayer comes to town.
Eril-Fane is in need of great minds to solve the problem of Weep – a problem he will not name until they reach the city. Lazlo, a lowly librarian, a nobody, has no chance of being asked along on this adventure. Until he steps forward and speaks the language of Weep.
I don’t want to say much more because part of the beauty of the book (and there is much beauty) is having it unfold before you. I will say that this is not a standalone as I first thought, and so as I reached the end of the book, grieving for it almost being over, I was blindsided by the TO BE CONTINUED. I was sort of happy about it because yay, more story to come! But also aghast because now I have to wait until the next book comes out to get any kind of closure. So be prepared for that.
Other than that, Laini Taylor has bewitched me once again with her words. Her writing is ridiculously gorgeous, the way she describes everything, her rich characters, her imagination…it seems to know no bounds. It’s rare that I find a writer that makes me want to gush, because it’s unbecoming, but she does. She makes it look easy though I’m sure it’s anything but. I think it you like fantasy in any way you’ll be hard pressed to find a book as enjoyable as this.
