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342 pages, Paperback
First published May 1, 2017
"The castle was holding her breath. She’d been holding her breath for so long."
"There were no secrets, no sorrows, nothing hidden, nothing lost. They saw not what would be or what had been, but only what was. She saw him. He saw her. And they saw nothing else."
"Kjell looked like a soldier, but he also looked like his father, and his father was a king. The king never claimed him. But it never mattered. When people saw Kjell, they always knew."
"You don’t belong to me. The people I healed don’t belong to me either. That’s not the way it works. I don’t want a servant, and I don’t need a woman."
"He was not loved like his brother and had never inspired a similar loyalty. But he was feared like his father, and that suited him well enough."
“She saw him.
He saw her.
And they saw nothing else.”
“In the lands we cannot see,
In the hearts we do not know,
In the kingdom of the trees,
Where my brother now must go.”
“He was not good. He was not generous. He was not courageous or compassionate. He simply loved her. And love made him a better man. That was all.”
“Come to me, and I will try to love you. I will try to love you, if you but come back.”
At 75%, yet, I'm conflicted, queasy, and not at all happy with my thoughts on this book. *curls into a ball*
I'm either going to love it to bits or .......
Full review, with a TON of spoilers
To answer the riddle: I neither loved nor hated The Queen and the Cure, which makes this review all the more difficult to write.
When I started, I anticipated a love story with a dash of fantasy, what I got, however, was a fantastical story with a dash of love so minuscule, I despaired. Kjell's and Saoirse's story was not what I hoped it would be. Not in the least.
I'll assume anyone reading this book (and review) has read, The Bird and the Sword, the first book of the series. Tiras and Lark were the protagonists in the first book. Their love story was absolutely riveting with enough action and magic to sate the most demanding appetite.
With TBATS, I never felt the love story was sacrificed or overwhelmed by the magic/fantasy; moreover, that story felt entirely organic what with Tiras and Lark having met as children. Their love was believable, almost fated. This book, on the other hand, had one too many coincidences.
If you are the sort that believes in providence, then this book is for you. If you don't object to your FMC being married (sort of) for the majority of the story, then, by all means, don't let my review deter you. If you can bear the fact that the FMC's husband conveniently dies at around 90% of the book, you will absolutely love this.
And oh, if you don't object that, at 70%, our MMC suddenly learns he's the progeny of a princess, making him a bona fide first in line to the throne which is presently being held by the FMC's husband, then, who am I to cry DEUS EX MACHINA.
While not denying that the writing was nearly perfect, it somehow made the plot contrivances all the more obvious. Furthermore, I never quite fell in love with Kjell or Saoirse (Seer-sha) and I felt completely distanced from them, not really understanding what made either one love the other. Yes, their first meeting could be deemed as being reason enough for Kjell to fall in love with Saoirse, still, I struggled.
To say I am disappointed is an understatement, even the magic and fantastical elements proved underwhelming. And although I read this in one sitting, it was not as captivating as I'd hoped.
p.s. I might come back to edit/tweak this review because I feel my emotions haven't really given my head enough time to fully process all the elements of this story. So, please, take this as one person's very emotional review.
“Come to me, and I will try to love you. I will try to love you, if you but come back.”Amy Harmon’s unique stories and beautiful writing always blows me away. There is something so special and different about her The Bird and the Sword Chronicles. I’ll be the first to admit, I’m not much of a fantasy reader. I’ll dabble in it occasionally, but it’s not my genre of choice. Amy is one of those authors- I’ll read anything she writes. I’m glad I took a chance on something different once again. The Queen and the Cure is an exceptional book.
“I remember. I remember everything. And everything has changed. But I have not forgotten how I feel about you.”
“Come to me, and I will try to love you. I will try to love you, if you but come back.”
“You said if I came back . . . you would try to love me.”
He turned his head, caught in the familiarity of the words. “What?”
“Come to me and I will try to love you, I will try to love you, if you but come back,” she chanted softly. “I heard you . . . and I came back.”
“I lied,” he said, breathless. He made himself look at her again, so she would believe him. She was covered from head to toe, and yet he could still see her unclothed.
“Who were you lying to?” she asked.
“To you,” he whispered, lying again. He looked for his anger. Where was his bloody anger? Come to me and I will try to love you. I will try to love you, if you but come back.
She made him want to try.
She made him want to lie again.
He loved her then. He loved her now. He’d loved her from the moment she’d opened her eyes beneath a moonlit sky in Quondoon and greeted him like she’d been waiting forever.
“You are kind,” she whispered.
“I’m not kind.”
“And you are good,” she said, repeating the lines they’d exchanged once before.
“I am not good.” He felt like weeping. He was not good. He was not generous. He was not courageous or compassionate.
He simply loved her.
And love made him a better man.
That was all.
He understood duty and hopelessness. He understood trying to hold a kingdom together when it was falling apart.
“My conscience demands that I acknowledge you. My duty demands that I deny you,”
A volley of arrows whistled from the ramparts into the writhing swarm, and the shrieking of the Volgar swelled to screams.
“I remember, but I have not forgotten.”
“Come to me, and I will try to love you. I will try to love you, if you but come back.”
“He was not good. He was not generous. He was not courageous or compassionate. He simply loved her. And love made him a better man. That was all.”
"There were no secrets, no sorrows, nothing hidden, nothing lost. They saw not what would be or what had been, but only what was. She saw him. He saw her. And they saw nothing else."
"The very best things in life are born of difficulty. Whatever comes too easily is easily abandoned."
“Some things cannot be healed. They must simply be endured.”
"I will stay with you."
"You will not."
She didn't protest further, but he felt her resistance, and he quietly reveled in it.