“No mourners, no funerals. Another way of saying good luck. But it was something more. A dark wink to the fact that there would be no expensive burials for people like them, no marble markers to remember their names, no wreaths of myrtle and rose.” – Leigh Bardugo (Crooked Kingdom, page 266).
Crooked Kingdom has been one of my most anticipated fall releases (along with Empire of Storms by Sarah J Maas), so of course I picked it up as soon as it hit shelves. I did, however, force myself to read this one more slowly than I would have liked, simply because I know I’ll be waiting awhile for anything else of this quality, or anything else from Bardugo for that matter. Crooked Kingdom was everything I wanted from the second book in this duology, and then some. As with it’s predecessor, the characters were perfect, and the story was so twisted and unexpected that it was hard to put the book down.
Kaz Brekker and his crew have just pulled off a heist so daring even they didn’t think they’d survive. But instead of divvying up a fat reward, they’re right back to fighting for their lives. Double-crossed and badly weakened, the crew is low on resources, allies, and hope. As powerful forces from around the world descend on Ketterdam to root out the secrets of the dangerous drug known as jurda parem, old rivals and new enemies emerge to challenge Kaz’s cunning and test the team’s fragile loyalties. A war will be waged on the city’s dark and twisting streets-a battle for revenge and redemption that will decide the fate of the Grisha world.