“ We could be gods,” says Séverin, the words spilling out reverence, pain, and power. Tristan’s death has left everyone with wounds, and Séverin chooses to tend to his by searching restlessly for the Divine Lyrics: the artifact that would make the world bend to meet his wish, that contains the secret for bridging the uncrossable gulf between mortal and divinity. Séverin feels the loss of his brother like a limb torn away. Unfortunately, the burst of excitement that flamed in my heart when I picked up this book was quickly swallowed up by disappointment. I pleasurably devoured it, and was really looking forward to reading the sequel and folding myself once again between the characters and their tragedy, lose myself in the beauty of their voices-and have many of my questions answered. When it came out a year ago, The Gilded Wolves was a fresh, welcome addition to the YA Fantasy yarn.
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