In the wake of tragedy, neither Lazlo nor Sarai are who they were before. One a god, the other a ghost, they struggle to grasp the new boundaries of their selves as dark-minded Minya holds them hostage, intent on vengeance against Weep.
Lazlo faces an unthinkable choice—save the woman he loves, or everyone else?—while Sarai feels more helpless than ever. But is she? Sometimes, only the direst need can teach us our own depths, and Sarai, the Muse of Nightmares, has not yet discovered what she’s capable of.
As humans and godspawn reel in the aftermath of the citadel’s near fall, a new foe shatters their fragile hopes, and the mysteries of the Mesarthim are resurrected: Where did the gods come from, and why? What was done with thousands of children born in the citadel nursery? And most important of all, as forgotten doors are opened and new worlds revealed: Must heroes always slay monsters, or is it possible to save them instead?
Love and hate, revenge and redemption, destruction and salvation all clash in this astonishing and heart-stopping sequel to the New York Times bestseller, Strange the Dreamer.
I’m honestly still reeling from everything that happened in Muse of Nightmares. I’m not sure how Laini Taylor managed to wrap everything up the way that she did. I’m in awe.
While I am able to acknowledge that the writing in this novel was beautiful, I do need to say that I didn’t like it. At times, it took me out of the story and I honestly had to just skip paragraphs and sometimes pages because the prose was so flowery.
Despite my dislike of the purple prose, I still really enjoyed the story and the plot. Muse of Nightmares went in a direction I don’t think anyone could have predicted. The things we learned and that these characters went through was wild. There’s really no other way to explain without giving anything away. I definitely had to put the book down and whisper “WTF” to myself a few times.
The characters were the highlight of this book and series for me. Lazlo was so loveable and kind and my favorite softboy. Sairi was so good at heart and her inner conflict between her family and the people below in Weep was a compelling one. I even came to love Minya despite her being the absolute worst.
Overall, I enjoyed the characters and the story (except the last two lines) but sometimes the flowery writing bothered me. I’m interested to see if she writes anything else in this bookish world.
Keep on reading lovelies, Amanda.