A pissy laundress murders one little tyrannical king and all hell breaks loose. She’s immediately caught by a grumpy bounty hunter who spits, like, a lot, and they make their way across a frozen tundra while fighting off cultists, endless bugs, fantasy-meth, and being cold literally all the time. The plot dips and weaves but doesn’t leave any holes, just a lot of “oh my god”s from all the trauma strewn around like so much confetti. Should Anji have killed the king? I’m not really sure (and neither is she) but we got this book out of it, so probably.

This debut epic fantasy novel by Evan Leikam is so inventive. The detail and world-building is remarkable and the plot and pacing make it a page turner. I loved the characters and how effortlessly they are brought to life. Anji is an imperfect hero (best kind) and, as readers, we are keenly aware of her emotional trauma. The book is filled with recognizable social commentary, which makes it all the more fascinating. I will be thinking about this one for a long time.

This book immediately drew me in and started right in the middle of the action: the moment that Anji kills the king. I really enjoyed Anji as a character, and while I initially disliked the Hawk, she grew on me, too. Anji and the Hawk's dynamic reminded me a lot of Arya and the Hound's dynamic in Game of Thrones, which was so much fun. A lot of this book was focused on the journey itself and the banter between Anji and anyone she ever encountered, but it looks like the next book is going to focus a lot more on the revolution and the worldbuilding.