I should start this post by saying that my expectations were pretty high heading into this book. I fell in love with the rich, imaginative world we were introduced to in The City of Brass. It’s sequel, The Kingdom of Copper, tore my heart asunder – but it also cemented my adoration for many of the characters – who despite being magical beings were beautifully human. I was hungry for more and Empire of Gold did not disappoint.
Having such a wide cast of beloved characters, the slow, somewhat indulgent start to this book gave Chakraborty the scope she needed to really show us their healing and growth after the dramatic, action-packed conclusion to Kingdom of Copper.
Do you know the fear when you are fully invested in a series and it’s the last book and you are absolutely quaking-in-your-boots-terrified that the ending won’t leave you satisfied? Well, I had the fear when I picked up this book – and I had it bad. It wasn’t warranted.
Over the course of The Empire of Gold, Chakraborty crafts a masterful finale, weaving magic, politics, morality, hope and heartbreak together to give us an exciting and exceptionally bittersweet ending which ticked all of the boxes for me.
Have you read this? Do you have a favourite character? I’m firmly on team Dara here – I’m a sucker for the tragic!
I flicked my cigarette butt to the ground, feeling a certain kinship as it landed, incongruous, among the fallen pink petals. I crushed it under the toe of my boot.
Looking up, I spotted my cousin, Helen, as she leant in to hug her mother. Both had the same ashy brown hair as my father and both were doing a splendid job of looking suitably distraught at his funeral. As they pulled apart, my Aunt let out yet another breathy sob and lifted a crumpled hanky to dab at her eyes. I ran my hand through my auburn curls – my mother’s hair. I missed her. Closing my eyes, I took a deep breath and schooled my face.
“Clare, is it? So sorry for your loss.” a bearded stranger said, reaching out to grasp my hand. I stepped back from him and offered a tight lipped nod. His hand hung awkwardly between us for a moment before he drew it back. With a pitying look on his face, he retreated to join another group of mourners. Were they sharing stories? Funny anecdotes about the late, great Walter Dunne?
With a sniff, I walked back to the hole where my Dad’s coffin now lay. It hadn’t been covered in yet except for a couple of token handfuls of dark, rich soil. Looking down at the glossy wood, I wondered if he could hear me.
I love to both read and write, so I thought I may as well sink that energy into something tangible – and here we are, eh?
On this blog you can expect to find my thoughts on some of the books I’ve read (expect any reviews to be short, probably not very thorough and of course, entirely biased by my personal experience). I typically read fantasy and sci-fi, though I do dabble in other genres. Heck, I’ve even been known to willingly read non-fiction if a crisis warrants it. If you’ve read some of the same books or have any reading recommendations, I’d love to hear your thoughts too – so please don’t hesitate to leave a comment!
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