“Tell me about the other realms,” said Gauri wistfully. I mean, it’s written in the stars, so it’s bound to happen, right? Frankly the only comfort she has in Bharata is her younger half-sister, Gauri, who she tells fairy tale stories to in order to make life tolerable. Maya’s life as a daughter of a powerful raja isn’t exactly ideal: she’s mostly ignored by her father because she’s a girl and she’s hated by the harem mothers because of the horoscope attached to her birth, one that connects her specifically with Death. The book itself is split into three parts, the same amount as the worlds that Maya ends up visiting. In any case, what struck me as divine was the description of absolutely everything, including the worldbuilding. I mean, if that was any indication of how things are going to be described scenically and romantically, I’m totally down for it! I could have been verse made flesh or compressed moonlight. The hollow inside me shifted, humming a reply in melted song. But where the woman’s voice brought fury, this was different. It drilled through the gloaming of my thoughts, pulled at me in the same way the mysterious intruder’s voice had tugged. Chokshi injected cultural inspiration and mixed Indian deity myths with the more well-known Hades and Persephone story (because yes to Underworld love XD), I mean, what’s not to love about that, right? I also just came off of a reading of The Winter of the Witch, and this book was definitely along the lines of poetic prose with plot. So I don’t know Indian mythology very well, but when I sat in on a Chokshi signing, I knew I needed this book in my life. Yet who, besides her husband, can she trust? With the fate of the human and Otherworldly realms hanging in the balance, Maya must unravel an ancient mystery that spans reincarnated lives to save those she loves the most…including herself. Soon, Maya suspects her life is in danger. Desire…īut Akaran has its own secrets-thousands of locked doors, gardens of glass, and a tree that bears memories instead of fruit. As Amar’s wife, she finds something else entirely: Compassion. Neither roles are what she expected: As Akaran’s queen, she finds her voice and power. Soon Maya becomes the queen of Akaran and wife of Amar.
Content to follow more scholarly pursuits, her whole world is torn apart when her father, the Raja, arranges a wedding of political convenience to quell outside rebellions. With a horoscope that promises a marriage of death and destruction, she has earned only the scorn and fear of her father’s kingdom. THE STAR-TOUCHED QUEEN by Roshani Chokshi I sighed every time a description came my way because heaven help me, even the DEAD DEMONY THINGS were described beautifully. This book was way too beautifully written.
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