Kill the Queen came to my attention just as Birdie Bookworm and I were finishing up our Kate Daniels reread, so I was on the hunt for another Fantasy series to start. I just wasn’t ready to let go of a world made from scratch and a kick-ass female lead. When I read the synopsis for this book, it felt like kismet. The blurb drew me right in, and I knew that this was a bandwagon I wanted to jump on!
Kill the Queen by Jennifer Estep
Series: Crown of Shards
Publication Date: October 2nd, 2018
ARC from Edelweiss
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Jennifer Estep is one of those authors who’s been on my radar forever, but her series are so long at this point that I’m a bit intimidated to pick one up. When I saw Kill the Queen kicked off her brand new Crown of Shards series, I knew I’d be picking it up. I was drawn to the blurb right away – a scrappy sounding heroine with court intrigue? Yes, please. I knew from the very first sentence I was all in.
The day of the royal massacre started out like any other.
Everleigh was a character that I was invested in from the very beginning. As an orphan who’s been passed around from family member to family member before her aunt Cordelia takes her in, she’s never felt like she belongs. But she at least has a few people at the palace she’s come to feel comfortable with. When the queen is overthrown and her relations assassinated, Evie knows she’s next. This was such a great story. From the beginning when Evie’s place in palace hierarchy is made clear to the end, I loved the progression of this story. We see Evie go from just existing to taking the steps to control her life. There was a lot of action in this book and some twists and turns along the way, and while Evie wasn’t always sure what to do, she was always scrappy and somehow found her way, biding her time until she could avenge her family. I thought the pacing was perfect, and I liked the way the romance didn’t overshadow the story. There was plenty of action to be found here, and I loved the dynamics between the characters.
I thought Kill the Queen was a fantastic start to a series, and I will definitely be continuing with it. It also safe to say, that at this point, I’m no longer anxious about picking up any of Jennifer Estep’s series. I’m excited to get my hands on anything she’s written!
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| Excerpt |
The day of the royal massacre started out like any other.
With me doing something completely, utterly useless.
“Why do I have to make the pie?” I grumbled.
I stared at the flour, sugar, and butter lined up on the table, along with measuring cups and spoons, a paring knife, a rolling pin, and bowls full of honey cranberries and bloodcrisp apples.
Isobel waved her hand over everything. “It’s a sign of respect for a member of the royal family to make the traditional welcome pie for the Andvarian ambassador. Lord Hans requested cranberry-apple for today’s luncheon.”
“You’re the cook master, not me,” I grumbled again. “You should make the pie. Your magic will make it look and taste amazing.”
Masters were those whose magic let them work with specific objects or elements, like metal, glass, and wood, to create astounding things. Isobel’s power helped her craft amazing desserts out of ordinary flour, sugar, and butter, which was why she’d been the head baker at Seven Spire palace for more than twenty years.
She slapped her hands on her hips. “I might be a cook master, but the Andvarians have very finely tuned senses. They would know if I made the pie instead of you. They can sniff out the intentions of every single person who handles their food, even if it’s only the servant who pours their wine. It’s one of the reasons why they can’t be poisoned.”
I snorted. “That’s just an old fairy tale started by the Andvarians themselves to keep people from trying to poison them. They don’t have any better senses than anyone else. Only mutts like me have that sort of magic.” I tapped my nose. “I might have an enhanced sense of smell, but even I can’t always sniff out people’s intentions.”
Isobel frowned. “You know I don’t like that word, especially when it’s applied to you.”
Unlike masters, who were sought after and lauded for their impressive skills, mutts were not, simply because our magic didn’t let us create anything. Most mutts only had a small spark of power, a tiny flicker that enhanced something about themselves, like my supersensitive nose. Something that barely qualified as magic, especially when compared to the airy meringues, spun-sugar cakes, and other delicacies that Isobel whipped up. When it came to magic, mutts were considered far weaker and far, far inferior to masters, magiers, and morphs. Hence the term mutts.
I shrugged. “We both know that I am most definitely a mutt in every sense of the word.”
Isobel winced, but she didn’t disagree.
“Besides, Lord Hans has the constitution of a gargoyle. I’ve seen him eat pepper radishes like they were as sweet as those apples. Why, I could pour him a tall, frosty glass of wormroot poison, and it wouldn’t give him much more than a stomachache. And a small one at that.”
Isobel’s lips twitched, but she summoned up a stern look, trying to keep me in line. Always a losing battle. I was rather incorrigible that way.
“Regardless, you need to make the pie, Lady Everleigh. You were the only one who was, ah, available.”
“Oh, really?” I arched an eyebrow, and Isobel dropped her dark brown gaze from mine.
Available? Well, that was a nice way of saying that it was once again time for me to earn my keep as Lady Everleigh Saffira Winter Blair. A mouthful of fancy names that meant very little in the grand scheme of things, but they, and the lineage that went along with them, were good enough for my cousin Queen Cordelia Alexandra Summer Blair to have me trotted out like a trained monkey whenever a so-called royal presence was required. Like wasting a morning baking a pie for some foreign ambassador who probably wouldn’t eat a single bite of it.
Isobel winced again, causing lines to groove into her bronze skin, then smoothed back her graying black hair, the way she always did whenever she had bad news. “I’m afraid that it’s not just one pie. Lord Hans requested thirteen of them. It’s his favorite dessert. The Andvarian king’s granddaughter loves it too. She’s also part of the ambassador’s contingent. I believe her name is Gemma.”
I glanced at the stacks of pie tins half hidden behind the bowls of apples. Anger pricked my heart that I was always the one singled out for such tasks, but the sharp sting was quickly replaced by cold, numbing acceptance.
| about the author |
JENNIFER ESTEP is a New York Times, USA Today, and international bestselling author, prowling the streets of her imagination in search of her next fantasy idea. She is the author of the following series:
THE ELEMENTAL ASSASSIN SERIES
THE CROWN OF SHARDS SERIES
THE MYTHOS ACADEMY SPINOFF SERIES
THE MYTHOS ACADEMY SERIES
THE BIGTIME SERIES
THE BLACK BLADE SERIES