Rating: 2.5 Stars
By way of a staggering deception, Karou has taken control of the chimaera rebellion and is intent on steering its course away from dead-end vengeance. The future rests on her, if there can even be a future for the chimaera in war-ravaged Eretz.
Common enemy, common cause.
When Jael’s brutal seraph army trespasses into the human world, the unthinkable becomes essential, and Karou and Akiva must ally their enemy armies against the threat. It is a twisted version of their long-ago dream, and they begin to hope that it might forge a way forward for their people.
And, perhaps, for themselves. Toward a new way of living, and maybe even love.
But there are bigger threats than Jael in the offing. A vicious queen is hunting Akiva, and, in the skies of Eretz … something is happening. Massive stains are spreading like bruises from horizon to horizon; the great winged stormhunters are gathering as if summoned, ceaselessly circling, and a deep sense of wrong pervades the world.
What power can bruise the sky?
From the streets of Rome to the caves of the Kirin and beyond, humans, chimaera and seraphim will fight, strive, love, and die in an epic theater that transcends good and evil, right and wrong, friend and enemy.
At the very barriers of space and time, what do gods and monsters dream of? And does anything else matter?
I’m sad because I didn’t discover this series until a year or two after its finale. I’m sad because this trilogy was BRIMming with potential. And most of all? I’m sad because Dreams of Gods & Monsters destroyed me–not my heart, but my brain–due to its vomit-worthy purple prose and absolutely revolting romance. I facepalmed so much while reading this that my brain is now a simple pile of mush. BORED, DISGUSTED MUSH.
Upon finishing Dreams of Gods & Monsters, I sighed anticlimactically and briefly considered throwing the book against the wall.
Book #1 was a decent enough start. Book #2 stole my breath away with tragedy and blood that breathed life into every page. Book #3 can only be described as a lukewarm, pathetic attempt at ending a series–one that could have been so much more.
I have a huge problem with the main couple in this series. Ever since Akiva was introduced, I’ve wanted to smack him with a frying pan and drown him in boiling water. Let’s see how he likes getting burned.
Screw Akiva, bring Brimstone back, I can’t believe Karou would choose him. Eff that eff this eff everything.
The only Karou x Akiva scenes that I’ve liked were in Book One, about Karou’s past life as Madrigal, because I got to learn more about Loramendi and the vicious general, Thiago. I think I only enjoyed Book Two because there was a distinct lack of Karou x Akiva passages.
Therefore, I guess it comes to no surprise that I didn’t enjoy Dreams of Gods & Monsters. This finale was filled with ridiculous internal monologues that made me want to claw my eyes out.
In what world is “true love” what Akiva and Karou have? Their “love” *cough* codependency *cough* is a flaw, an idiotic thing, a sickness. It is not some beautiful shit that transcends worlds, nor is it the savior of their two races. Their love is SHIT. BULLSHIT.
Let me bring it down a notch.
I was a staunch Ziri x Karou shipper from the moment Ziri was introduced. Hell, I even shipped Thiago and Karou in the beginning of Book Two. I’ve never ever ever shipped Karou and Akiva.
Karou is a blue-haired beauty, protector of her people, insanely smart and resourceful, Brimstone’s protege. Akiva is the dick who brought suffering down upon so many chimaera, enough to be christened “Beast’s Bane,” and then he KILLED KAROU’s FAMILY FOR F*%$#’S sake. I do not ship it. Ever.
Their whirlwind (of grossness) romance should not have been at the center of the plot. Sure, I’m all for Karou forgiving him and starting anew in order to build peace between their two nations. What I am not OK with is Karou loving her family’s murderer.
Karou’s too smart for that.
Let’s not forget the awful, twisting passages that make almost no sense. And all the loose ends. And the weird minor characters that were introduced halfway through the final book. Dreams of Gods & Monsters was just a mess.
I’d recommend this book to:
– readers of the Daughter of Smoke & Bone trilogy who don’t mind stupid romances and bad finales
– literally no one else