Finnikin of the Rock and his guardian, Sir
Topher, have not been home to their beloved Lumatere for ten years. Not since
the dark days when the royal family was murdered and the kingdom put under a
terrible curse. But then Finnikin is summoned to meet Evanjalin, a young woman
with an incredible claim: the heir to the throne of Lumatere, Prince Balthazar,
is alive.
Evanjalin is determined to return home and she is the only one who can lead them to the heir. As they journey together, Finnikin is affected by her arrogance . . . and her hope. He begins to believe he will see his childhood friend, Prince Balthazar, again. And that their cursed people will be able to enter Lumatere and be reunited with those trapped inside. He even believes he will find his imprisoned father.
But Evanjalin is not what she seems. And the truth will test not only Finnikin's faith in her . . . but in himself
Evanjalin is determined to return home and she is the only one who can lead them to the heir. As they journey together, Finnikin is affected by her arrogance . . . and her hope. He begins to believe he will see his childhood friend, Prince Balthazar, again. And that their cursed people will be able to enter Lumatere and be reunited with those trapped inside. He even believes he will find his imprisoned father.
But Evanjalin is not what she seems. And the truth will test not only Finnikin's faith in her . . . but in himself
When I first heard that Marchetta
was writing a YA fantasy I was all CELEBRATE GOOD TIMES C’MON!!
And then it arrived and thus began
the stare off of the century. Because I couldn't bring myself to read it because
this was MARCHETTA and FANTASY, both of my loves TOGETHER!!! WHAT I KNOW RIGHT
HOW EVEN. So it sat on my shelf, catching my eye and making me engage in
staring contests (which I obvs won because this is just a metaphor, it didn't actually stare at me, I’M NOT CRAZY) until one day I couldn't, wouldn't, look
away. OKAY I shouted, I WILL READ YOU ENOUGH WITH THE STARING. And so I did and
IT WAS GLORIOUS.
It starts with the pledge and
promise of a boy on a rock in the kingdom of Lumatere. Then come the five
unspeakable days. Five days in which the Royal family are slaughtered in the
safety of their own palace. An imposter King placed on the throne. And a blood curse.
A curse that separates those who have fled and those of have stayed. A kingdom
ruined; half of its people trapped inside at the mercy of the impostor King and
half left to wander in exile, separated from those they love and the only place
they call home. It ends with a whispered named in a dream and a novice named
Evanjalin.
(I ACTUALLY JUST HYPERVENTILATED BECAUSE MY FAKE SYNOPSIS JUST GOT ME EXCITED!!!)
Fantasy is one
of those genres that makes me wide eyed with awe; how a whole world can be built
and created using only words and imagination actually makes me want to call
hocus pocus shenanigans. And Marchetta comes out all guns blazing with this beauty. The world she creates will seep into your skin and put roots down in your heart. The detail of everything; from the view from the rock to the stench of the exile camps, clogging your head with death, well it's nothing short of sensational.
Like with her
contemporary novels, it’s not the plot that drives the story (as intricate and
immense as it is), it’s the characters and my oh my, does Marchetta work her
magic. From the small army of side to characters to those at the forefront of
this story, I can remember each and every one of them. They are ingrained into
my memory and sewn into my heart. (I’m
getting leaky in the eye area). EVANJALIN!! Never have I met such a feisty
strong and bloody well annoying girl. But she is a sea of roiling power and
passion and she will do what needs to be done and oh how I love that head
strong girl.
Marchetta has created a book that will
not only linger, but that will tattoo itself onto your skin, refusing to
forgotten. Its fantasy at its very best. A compelling story full of hope and
wonder and characters you would pluck out of the page and install into your
real life. Writing as stunningly beautiful as every other book she has
published. And if you've never experienced that then JUMP ON IT. (jump on it). How
else are you going to find out about the bloody hand prints on the wall? Also,
how else are you going to read Froi of the Exiles the sequel? HOW ELSE?
Finnikin of the Rock is the Real Deal. And if I could, I would buy each and every one of you a copy, just on the off chance that you would read it and discover the same magic that I did. Because if you haven't already read this book, you are missing out. FOR REALISES.




















