Gorgeous prose + glorious queer monster-girls = witches that will steal your heart away.
Of course it’s awesome, it’s Margaret Owen.
I wanted so badly to love this, but I just don’t.
Before this, I had never read Khaw’s work before. They mostly write horror, and I am a total whimp about horror.
I don’t care. After reading The All-Consuming World, I will read anything Khaw writes.
A sequel I wasn’t expecting, that was everything I didn’t know to want.
A mind-breakingly excellent sci fi about mind-breaking science-magic.
I still get chills just thinking about it. The subversiveness. The pure fucking cleverness and originality. The deceptively subtle brilliance of it all.
An epically beautiful sci fi that asks what it means to be a person.
The ending this series deserved.
A beautiful story that raises thoughtful points on history and who gets to tell it.