#Review: Ivory – F. M. Sherrill
All her life, Ivory has lived to serve the desert kingdom of Gryth. She’s done her best to do right by it, vowing to destroy the Lecs at every turn. Her parents brutal death her driving force, she’s become cold and unyielding to the world around her. So much so, that many consider her an ice queen when it comes to consorting with others. For her, such thoughts and considerations don’t matter. She has a mission to fulfill, and she’ll do everything possible to do what she’s set her mind to.
Determined to end the Lecs reign, once and for all, Ivory sets a series of events into motion that will change her life forever. The unexpected aftermath leaves her at the enemy’s mercy, and she finds herself foundering in a dark abyss. Part of her wonders if she’ll overcome the adversities now headed her way. Will she find a helping hand to guide her through? Will she ever make it home again?
Those questions and more tumble through Ivory’s head as she tries to grasp the enormity of her plight. As the secrets of her past start to surface, she soon realizes there’s more at stake than she knew. The new knowledge is difficult to bear. If she’s to set all wrongs to right, she’ll need to place her trust in the one person she never thought she’d trust. The question is, will she be able to overcome her uncertainties when the time comes in order to do what’s right?
Ivory hooked me in from the moment I began reading. F. M. has crafted a quite versatile world where light and darkness collide. In this case, though, both are tied to each other in more ways than one. The author’s unique storytelling immerses you in the story, and doesn’t let go at any moment. F. M. has given us a complex character who struggles with who and what she is on a daily basis. Ivory might be tough and unreachable, but she gets things done. I truly enjoyed this book, and look forward to more of the author’s future works.
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As a child in the desert kingdom of Gryth, Ivory witnessed the brutal murder of her parents at the hands of a sinister race known as the Lecs.
Now Queen of her people, a vengeance-fueled Ivory launches a final battle to annihilate the enemy once and for all. But on the eve of war, betrayed by her own kind and left in the hands of the Lecs, she’s forced to learn the shocking truth about their two peoples, and the diabolical curse that’s plagued them for centuries.
Armed with newfound knowledge and unexpected allies, Ivory must face the real enemy that’s haunted her all her life, and make a choice that will mean the difference between a new beginning and the end of the world.
Ivory is an exercise in duality made reality; an exploration of darkness and light, male and female, sun and moon… seen through the eyes of two cultures ripped apart by an ancient evil whose pain resonates through the ages like the beating of a drum.
About The Author:
Aren’t author’s bios boring? I always wanted to read one that went something like this:
F.M. Sherrill: recent citizen of earth. Plans on ruling the planet once she gets over the common cold. Or, F.M. Sherrill: time traveler. Decided to alter the space-time continuum by writing a novel, thus changing history slightly, which will eventually lead to the rise of a new human species.
But here it is. F.M. Sherrill is a novelist, A.K.A. an avid bullshitter; that’s why she lives in L.A.. She’s been writing for as long as her ancient mind can remember, devouring tales like an anemic vampire roaming the streets in hot pink heels, always thirsty for more. When she’s not writing, she’s making steampunk weapons, sewing giant plant-eater Mario plushes, making costumes for some film bloke or cosplayer, and sculpting/casting movie prop replicas while gardening in her urban apartment. Her favorite tools? A soldering iron, a blowtorch, a band saw, a sonic screwdriver, a replicator and an active imagination.
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“And the lives you’ve taken Ivory, your calloused hands dipped in their blood? After all that you’ve done, you feel nothing?” It jerks its loathsome face toward the solitary candle. Eyes leer at her from the darkness. Bright, quick eyes. They’re not red or soulless. They’re blue like a clear lake that you can see to the bottom of. Blue with flecks of brown like islands in that lake.
She blinks in confusion. His face is beautiful. His skin is pale, his hair long and white like the petals of the Caldra. Her jaw drops. “Am I… have I reached the gods?”
He laughs. The movement makes the flame dance. She looks down, spiteful. He’s toying with her. Why wouldn’t Taheel be beautiful? ”