𝘔𝘢𝘺𝘣𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘐 𝘥𝘰. 𝘠𝘰𝘶'𝘭𝘭 𝘤𝘶𝘵 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴. 𝘠𝘰𝘶'𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘴𝘢𝘤𝘳𝘪𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘦. 

𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘪𝘯𝘩𝘶𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘺, 𝘢𝘴 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘵𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦.

Oh my God, Carissa Broadbent, you've put my heart through too much with book two of The War of Lost Hearts and it's going to take a bit to recover.

The world-building is, as always on another level and the reader is pulled right back into the trauma that the Order's war will bring to pretty much everyone in its wake regardless of race, and position. Broadbent ensures that the reader will experience so much turmoil as our main trio attempts to not only stay alive but cling to the moments of joy and normality as everything around them goes to Hell.

Because of cause, wars have to happen, no matter what and those who are already suffering because of it; can fall further into the depths of despair. You're guaranteed to be internally screaming at moments when the characters fail to see what we can and no, I do not like to see them suffer. 

This is a truly brilliant epic fantasy with so much going on, so Ara, Max and Tisaanah are never quite certain what will come next and you're left balancing on a kn*fe edge wondering just when everything will become Hell in a handbasket.

Betrayal is at every corner whispering to the three of them, and alongside war? Tragedy is just within reach for them all with its twists and turns that are perfectly written. I liked that in this book, the world we knew expands and we learn of new cultures and species with the arrival of Fae, and humans intent on destruction. Whilst Children of Fallen Gods is far more complex and there's so much going on, nothing takes away from Tisaanah, Max and Ara as each one has their voice heard. 

I loved the romance elements that again, feel natural and not over the top in how heated it becomes.


I think I need to lie down in a darkened room because my heart's still shaken!