By way of a staggering deception, Karou has taken control of the chimaera rebellion and is intent on steering its course away from dead-end vengeance. The future rests on her, if there can even be a future for the chimaera in war-ravaged Eretz.
Common enemy, common cause.
When Jael’s brutal seraph army trespasses into the human world, the unthinkable becomes essential, and Karou and Akiva must ally their enemy armies against the threat. It is a twisted version of their long-ago dream, and they begin to hope that it might forge a way forward for their people.
And, perhaps, for themselves. Toward a new way of living, and maybe even love.
But there are bigger threats than Jael in the offing. A vicious queen is hunting Akiva, and, in the skies of Eretz … something is happening. Massive stains are spreading like bruises from horizon to horizon; the great winged stormhunters are gathering as if summoned, ceaselessly circling, and a deep sense of wrong pervades the world.
What power can bruise the sky?
From the streets of Rome to the caves of the Kirin and beyond, humans, chimaera and seraphim will fight, strive, love, and die in an epic theater that transcends good and evil, right and wrong, friend and enemy.
At the very barriers of space and time, what do gods and monsters dream of? And does anything else matter? (Synopsis taken from Goodreads)
Once upon a time, an angel and a devil pressed their hands to their hearts and started the apocalypse.
So, sometime ago I reviewed Daughter of Smoke and Bone, and a few weeks ago I reviewed Days of Blood and Starlight. So I might as well complete the trilogy and write the review of Dreams of Gods and Monsters, shouldn’t I?
Well, uh…I didn’t like it as much as I liked the first two.
Now, don’t get me wrong, Dreams of Gods and Monsters was still a really good book, but I had problems with it. You would have this perfect, epic chapter where you just want to know more, and, whoopie, the POV would switch. To a character that had only introduced in this book, that, honestly, I cared little to nothing about.
Karou and Akiva are in caves with two opposing armies who don’t trust each other, both baring marks of war on their hands. On the Chimaera’s side, it’s the hamsas, which cause the Seraph sickness. On the Seraph’s side, it’s the tally marks tattooed over their hands, their wrists, their arms; each black mark signifying one more life lost on the Chimaera side. Karou is in charge of making sure the Chimaera don’t murder the Seraph. Akiva is in charge of the same on the other side.
Meanwhile, Ziri still walks in a body that doesn’t feel like his own, a body that disgusts him every time he sees his reflection. He still believes in Karou, yes, but at the same time, he’s so tired of war.
Zuzana and Mik continue to be awesome, and it’s really no surprise that everyone loves them. Even Akiva’s sister, who would never admit that she actually likes the two pesky little humans.
Speaking of Akiva’s sister, Liraz doesn’t trust the Chimaera. She barely even trusts herself. She blames herself for the loss of her brother, and, the longer she stays around the Chimaera, the more she feels disgusted by the tally marks on her hands. And she can’t help but like Ziri a little too much, even though she should view him as the enemy.
The writing remains beautiful, as always. There are quotes like this: “Once upon a time, there was only darkness. And there were monsters vast as worlds who swam in it.”
And this: “How could you tell if your instincts were just hope in disguise, and if your hope was really desperation parading as possibility?”
And also this, because you have to love Zuzana: “All of this cuteness, it was one of nature’s great bait and switches, because… that wasn’t all there was to Zuzana Nováková. Not even a little bit. Deciding to take her on was akin to a fish deciding idly to gobble up that pretty light bobbing in the shadows and then–OH GOD THE TEETH THE HORROR!–meeting the anglerfish on the other side.”
So, while I had a few problems with this book, I still enjoyed it quite a lot.