Dark and intriguing 5/5
In every generation on the island of Fennbirn, a set of triplets is born: three queens, all equal heirs to the crown and each possessor of a coveted magic. Mirabella is a fierce elemental, able to spark hungry flames or vicious storms at the snap of her fingers. Katharine is a poisoner, one who can ingest the deadliest poisons without so much as a stomachache. Arsinoe, a naturalist, is said to have the ability to bloom the reddest rose and control the fiercest of lions.
But becoming the Queen Crowned isn’t solely a matter of royal birth. Each sister has to fight for it. And it’s not just a game of win or lose…it’s life or death. The night the sisters turn sixteen, the battle begins. The last queen standing gets the crown.
I have never been a fan of Science Fiction before but the last time I went to the book store, I suddenly picked up Three Dark Crowns. I must admit the cover made me do it but secondly I have heard nice things about the series, so why not give it a try right?
I really do like the blurb for me it is really catchy and intriguing.
I read a few reviews on goodreads about the books some says the first chapters were dull but I disapprove with these thoughts. I find the it so greatly written, the first chapters are slow in progress but it’s a Good thing for you to understand the whole story or the background. It’s like watching snow white and the hunts man All over again.
I Love the characters so much specially Kat; she is such a strong lady, fierce and majestic. And the setting is indeed unique, I just can’t help myself but to wish I was one of the queens while reading it.
My thoughts about the whole story: everything is nice speacially the plot twist. I never saw it coming. I literally screamed in the library (swear)
Over all I’m gonna give 5/5 for this book and highly recommend this to everyone. I really hope the sequel will meet my expectations like the first book.
“Three Black Witches are born in a glen,
Sweet little triplets
Will never be friends.
“Three Black Witches, all fair to be seen.
Two to devour,
And one to be queen.
She draws her sister’s blood with a pair of silver shears. What was meant to simply trim her hair has instead shown off an ear.
“Is this a nursery rhyme, Sister?” Her sister asks. “It this a fairy story?”
“ I have heard it before,” Mirabella says, and studies the crimson stain. She drops the ear into her sister’s lap and runs her fingertip along the shear’s sharp edge.
“Careful not to cut yourself. Our queenly skin is fragile. Besides, my birds will want you whole. Eyes in your head and ears attached. Do not drink. She has turned our wine to blood.”
“Who?” Mirabella asks, thought she knows very well.
“Wine and blood and back again, inside our veins and into cups.”
Somewhere through the tower a little girl’s voice sings; it rises up the stairs and round and round like a noose tightening.
“She is not my sister”.
Her sister shrugs. Blood rolls down in a slow waterfall from the open hole on the side of her head.
“She is and I am. We are.”
The shears open and close. The other ear falls into her sister’s lap.