Alternative history fantasy. Spies. Gods. Courtesans. Oh, my.
My housemate warned me that they were crack, but foolishly I didnít
listen. Opened the first one and was devoured. Iím waiting for the third
one to paperback so I can go back, reread, write some marginalia and do
some genuine chewing.
Iíd have to say that the series thus far for me has been all about how
the quoted yielding doesnít mean weak. Phedre yields. She yields. She yields.
And she is chosen, not the chooser. The gods have chosen. Pricked sinister
eye with bloody dart. Sheís just their game piece. And yet, it is in yielding
that she makes her own choice.
The repetition of the word choice. Kushielís Chosen. Cassielís
choice. The choice to give up heaven for love and what is heaven. What
it means to be someoneís true companion.
Although, they arenít books for everyone. The theology is, in a word,
interesting. And since her nature as a masochist is fairly utterly central
to the plot, wellÖ Culturally, Leather corseted crop slapping evil Willow
sadists are seen as powerful. And, well, evil. Wrapping your brain around
a character for whom pain isnít just pleasure, it is a religious ecstasy
is an interesting trip. How she must learn over and over to accept and
negotiate her own nature. For Joscelin to negotiate his nature. To stand
at the cross roads and choose. Over and over. Choice.