
(I swear this is Celaena to Sam through most of this novella.)
There was nothing left in the world except sand and wind.At least, that’s how it seemed to Celaena Sardothien as she stood atop the crimson dune and gazed across the desert.




And you don’t know who betrayed you? Why, was the obvious too obvious? But that’s okay, we have a larger villain: the king, who is not just evil, he’s really, really, really evil; he’s physically evil he’s so evil. Le sigh. So le, so sigh.
Overall impression: As I said at the beginning of this, I will read the Throne of Glass series because I (foolishly) bought the whole thing at once, but it’s going to take a while and I’m probably going to have to push myself to get through it. I guess Maas writes teenagers realistically, and that is part of the problem; Celaena (and to a lesser extent Sam) are just written so annoyingly. And Ansel, and Farran, and Arobynn just make me think the “The Riddle” from the play The Scarlet Pimpernel. (Seriously, look up the lyrics; they fit.) I just don’t know how emotionally invested I was in what happened to Sam because I don’t know how emotionally I’m invested in him. Though to be frank, that’s how I felt about all the characters. And I was waiting to stop being told Celaena was the greatest Assassin ever born and be showed it; because for most of the book she was getting her clock cleaned.

Which is a long, drawn out way to say that I can’t really recommend this book. If other Sarah J. Maas works are your taste or you like talented yet not too bright female assassins and their trials and tribulations, you’ll probably like it.

