Kushiel’s Mercy (Imriel’s Trilogy)
If there is one series of book that I would recommend anyone, it just has to be Kushiel’s Legacy by Jacqueline Carey. I literally wept at the end. I am not lying, 3am in the morning, tears rolled down my eyes, as I told myself to stop and get a grip of myself, but I couldn’t, Carey has woven yet another tale, overflowing with so much fierce passion, love and emotion, and I crumbled under her language, how she spins words, the power of language. You won’t really understand how incredible these books are until of have read them. Jacqueline Carey, again, if I saw you wondering the streets of London, I would sit, abeyant to you, worship the ground you stood on, and call you my Queen of Terre d’Ange.
In this final part of Imriel’s trilogy, we embark on a more tragic, important and vital journey ever. Filled with tragedy, war, fierce love and passion and a terrible sorcerer that has cast a spell so powerful that binds everyone in the city of Terre d’Ange to forget about Imriel and his love to Sidonie, and that they are allies with the sorcerer. But of course, everyone outside of the city not touched by the spell know this is truth, although the the exact extend to why. Everyone is plunged into madness, and Terre d’Ange are on the brink of civil war. But Imriel is the only one who remember his love to Sidonie, and knows what has befallen, and seeks help from enemies.
I don’t want to give too much away. Because it is so intense. Literally, these books beat every other book for me, because they are so well written, so powerful and passionate, and I could read them over and over again and become so surprised. I now need to by the next trilogy, which I actually can’t wait for! Seriously, I recommend these to everyone, because they are just amazing. Go go go, my friends, may you find greatness in Kushiel’s Legacy, and may you follow Blessed Elua concept: Love as thou wilt.
Tell me, where does it end? With this greater purpose you perceive? Are you a minor character in my story, or am I a lesser figure in yours?”
“I don’t know my lady” I murmured. “I suppose it depends on who is telling the tale.
The Scions of Elua are gifted. But I am D’Angeline too, and if the blood that flows in my veins is not nobly gotten, it holds no less of the lineage of Elua and his Companions for it. My mother was an adept of the Night Court, and in Terre d’Ange, it means as much to be a whore’s daughter as a prince’s son.
Jacqueline Carey / Kushiel’s Dart
[Top]“You despise your patrons a little, and love them too, yes?”
“Yes, my lady.” I sat down in the chair held for me and accepted a glass of joie, eyeing her warily. “A little.”
“And how many of them do you fear?”
I held my glass without sipping, as she did, and answered honestly. “One, at least, not at all. Most of them, sometimes. You, my lady, always.”
The blue of her eyes was like the sky at twilight when the first stars appear. “Good.” Her smile held promises I shuddered to think on. “Be at ease in it, Phedre. This is the Longest Night, and I am in no hurry. You’re not like the others, who are trained to it from birth, like hounds cringing under the whip for a kind touch from their master’s hand. No, you embrace the lash, but even so, there is aught in you that rebels at it. Let others plumb the depths of the former; ‘tis the latter that interests me.”
At that, I did shudder. “I am at my lady’s command.”
“Command.” Melisande held her glass to the light, inspecting the sparkling cordial. “Command is for captains and generals. I have no interest in command. If you would obey, you will discern what pleases me, and do it unasked.” She lifted her glass to me, smiling. “Joy.”
There are going to be a few quotes from these two chapters.
And I must note, the last paragraph is so on point in a way that is all too commonly missed. I don’t know if I’ve ever identified with a fictional character quite so much.
Beauty is at its most poignant when the cold hand of death holds poised to wither it imminently.
[Top]French covers of Kushiel by Jacqueline Carey.
I really love the first cover .
Bragelonne always makes beautiful covers!
[Top]Reading this amazing book, Kushiel’s Dart by Jacqueline Carey and I HAD TO do something about that craving (she describes everything so well, that book is just – delicious. So rich. So cool.)
So here we go. Phédre..
‘I’d not parade you half-naked before the peers of an entire province, Phèdre.’
‘I know,’ I whispered. ‘Hyacinthe, that’s the problem.’
I don’t think, before that moment, that he truly grasped the nature of what I was. He knew, of course; had always known, and had been the one person who’d never cared for what, but only who I was. I saw him comprehend it now, and feared. It could change everything between us.