I’d like to say first thing, I was drawn to this book because of the beautiful cover. The pretty covers always suck me in! I then read the description and squealed with joy. Female assassins, 15th Century France, Crossbows and poison, the God of Death? I was SO on board then.
Ismae is a scarred-up peasant who has been shunned her whole life because her mother didn’t want her. She is forced by her horrible father to marry a disgusting local pig farmer. On her wedding night when he begins to paw at her and rip off her clothes; she fights him off and manages to be rescued by the local herbwitch. This is the very same herbwitch who is responsible for her terrible scars. She is taken to a mysterious convent full of young women that are learning all things death. They serve the Saint Mortain, or the God of Death as us hips kids call him. She trains for a few years and then begins her actual work for Mortain. But the path her work leads her down makes her question her faith, her morals, and just about everything she knows.
I really enjoyed this book. I can’t say I loved it, but I think that I will probably love the next one. I am looking forward to more action, violence, and romance. This wasn’t a boring installment, though there seemed to be a lot of nothing going on in some spots. It was a bit predictable, but I was surprised a few times as well. I really loved Ismae; she learns to love and trust during her journey and I think any girl can identify with that. She really forges her own path and takes control of her own destiny. She is going to grow into quite the merde-kicking little force, I just know it. I can’t wait for the next book!