Stay with me, please. I’m about to launch into what might probably be a long-winded, not-much-is-being-said, where-exactly-is-the-structure-in-this review’. Almost every bookish person goes through when they have to talk about a book they love… can’t be past tense because I am going to be forever in love with this series; with this book.
“Close your eyes, I’ll be here in the morning”
In City of Miracles, we finally circle back to the beloved larger-than-life character Sigrud Harkvaldsson, except life has done a real number on him. Sigrud is even more human here, struggling with guilt, anger, and regret- a whole cocktail of them.
If Sigrud lived in this age, he definitely would have been a candidate for serious therapy to unpack everything he was feeling. Seeing as feelings were never really his thing, Sigrud opts for what he does best: BLOWING SHIT UP. Really good too! But blowing shit up never really gives you answers.
The worst part is that dead people can’t talk….well, most of the time anyway.
Honestly speaking, I did not expect The Divine Cities Series to pack a punch as it did. The covers aren’t particularly begging you to pick them up and to be honest, I read the title ‘City of Stairs,’ and in my head, I was like are these people going to be climbing stairs or what? Abeg. I don’t have the strength for this and never looked at it again.
Better late than never, anyways. City of Miracles, like its predecessors, says: hey, here’s a relatively run-off-the-mill fantasy book.
- Gods acting crazy ✔️
- Characters who believe they’re acting for the greater good? ✔️
But my goodness, I don’t know how this author did it, but hands to the book gods- all three books got me up in my feels.
Okay, so done rambling and all these to say: This series is fucking amazing. I DO NOT REGRET THE MONEY I SPENT ON IT.
A +++++
