Rating – DNF
I don’t know whether to think of it just as a sort of terrible coincidence or bad luck that I happened to read two extremely hyped books back to back and could not bring myself to finish either of them.
Lafevers’ Grave Mercy kept popping in on my recommendations at Amazon and Goodreads when I was at either of the sites and finally after months of being pestered by it I finally picked up the damn book.
Only to find it extremely nauseating.
Grave Mercy is told from the first person point of view by the book’ protagonist Ismae. A girl marked as the daughter of St. Mortain, the god of Death and is hence called one of the handmaidens of death.
Now while the premise is interesting and the beginning fairly good, watching Ismae being shunned and treated horribly at the hands of her father and new husband, you are bound to feel sorry for the girl. Only that pity ends along with the first chapter as magically after years of abuse, Ismae is rescued by some priest and whisked off to the convent dedicated to those who serve St. Mortain.
Here as is clear the god of death rules. And hence the nuns and other people at this academy not only serve him but also teach their disciples his ways. In short, they train girls to become assassins, taking them in as young as possible and training them once they are mature enough.
Ismae somehow being the daughter of such a god is blessed with powers and is immune to poisons of any kind.
So far so good.
Then comes the political angle of this book, with the Duchess in danger by the French who wish to overthrow her. So along comes our hero. Gavriel Duval and there goes our plot.
Yep, how does a girl who is training to be an assassin exactly become a whiny heroine who can only blush and feel ‘his heated touch’ and constantly think only about having him out of his breeches and under her skirts forms the rest of the tale (Of course in between killing people and being a complete dimwit while at it, to protect the duchess.) is beyond me.
Conclusion – My cue to say Sayonara.