Review courtesy of Dark Faerie Tales.

Quick & Dirty: Can a blind man see better than a woman wearing her emotional baggage as a shield against the opportunity for love?

Opening Sentence: The woman stood alone in a courtyard of blood.

The Review:

This book is hard to easily categorize. There is the twist on classic fairy tales that we all know and love then throw in angels on a mission and sprinkle some ghost in for flavor and voilà we have our story. This book is also the last in a series which can make for a struggle for a reader not already entrenched in the world and not knowing how the author conveys ideas, emotions or plot line.

There are not many times that I’m ambivalent to a story, but I felt that way about this one. Don’t get me wrong, I adored our hero and heroine but their world was meh. It took nearly the whole book for me to see where the author was trying to point me, but even that was full of plot holes and gaps that left me wondering why?. This story is smaller than some I generally read which begs the question, “Why didn’t the author use another 100 pages and flesh out more of the world?”

Myrsina or Sina is an interesting character. She is Snow White and she created fairy tales out of the arrival of the Grimm. Her fairy tale was drastically changed in part to shield her from the harshness of her normal life. She was on the receiving end of brutality, torture and the death of her own child.

Luc is a prince, literally. Unfortunately for him, during his mortal life his eyesight was taken away by an evil step-mother. So he has learned to use his second sight to aid his journey as a Grimm.

These two have history and I felt that we should be given a flash back. This would have helped to further flesh out these two characters.

My final conclusion is if you haven’t read the rest of the series, I’d give it a miss. If you love this world then I’m sure you will enjoy Sina and Luc’s story. I for one have no plans to read the rest of the series.

Notable Scene:

Mentally chastising myself, I silenced the TV and slid off the bed. Whoever it was, the person had the patience of a saint. There was no second knock. Just silence, but he–yes, it was a man, I knew–continued to wait.

Again, that shiver ran down my spine.

Halfway between my bedroom and the hotel door, I called out, “Who is it?”

“It’s Luc.”

A punch of longing rolled through me like waves crashing against the beach. Luc.

Picture your typical fairy tale prince. Eyes of a perfect blue, a chiseled, handsome face with a cleft in his chin, arched black brows and hair that framed a face so perfect even Michelangelo couldn’t have hoped to reproduce it. A long, lean warrior’s body, a smile that could have made angels weep.

Hell, I knew that for a fact, because he has made me weep. And I’m an angel, even if I am somewhat imperfect.

FTC Advisory: Samhain Publishing provided me with a copy of Blind Destiny. No goody bags, sponsorships, “material connections,” or bribes were exchanged for my review. ( )