Jaye L. Knight

In which I go into a fangirly rave over how much I love this book.

Oh, where to start? It takes a special kind of author to drag me into a story and make me feel all the emotions. Tricia is just such an author. Seriously, The Blades of Acktar are some of the few books that have stressed me out. Ask my mom. I was intensely stressed while reading Defy. The characters. Oh my goodness. Or maybe I should say the character. Yes, I’m talking about Leith. I adore Leith. Leith is a precious cinnamon roll. Apparently that’s now what we call sweet, adorable, precious characters who face terrible struggles (e.g. Bucky Barnes). *shrugs* Works for me. But yes, Leith is one of my preciouses. You know, those all time favorite characters you want to hug and place in bubble wrap and take them away from their author until said author learns to play nice? Leith is one of them. And it’s terribly ironic considering Tricia and I are basically evil author twins. I’m sure my readers want to take my characters away from me. But that’s what I find so great about Tricia’s books. I don’t think I’ve ever read books that are quite so good at giving me a taste of my own medicine. It’s awesome.

All that flail-y fangirly-ness is to say, read this book. If you love tortured, but precious cinnamon roll characters, you will fall in love with Leith. And he isn’t the only great character in there, and all of them grow so much. Then there are a few you want to smack upside the head (or worse). Like a certain someone I wanted to smack because of his distrust for Leith. Then again, I suppose I’d feel the same way in his position.