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"Has everything you'd want in a retelling of a classic fairy tale." - Jodi Picoult, New York Times bestselling author of A Spark of Light and Small Great Things
"Absolutely spellbinding." - Stephanie Garber, #1 New York Times bestselling author of Caraval and Legendary
In a lush, contemporary fantasy retelling of Beauty and the Beast, Brigid Kemmerer gives readers another compulsively readable romance perfect for fans of Marissa Meyer.
Fall in love, break the curse.
It once seemed so easy to Prince Rhen, the heir to Emberfall. Cursed by a powerful enchantress to repeat the autumn of his eighteenth year over and over, he knew he could be saved if a girl fell for him. But that was before he learned that at the end of each autumn, he would turn into a vicious beast hell-bent on destruction. That was before he destroyed his castle, his family, and every last shred of hope.
Nothing has ever been easy for Harper. With her father long gone, her mother dying, and her brother barely holding their family together while constantly underestimating her because of her cerebral palsy, she learned to be tough enough to survive. But when she tries to save someone else on the streets of Washington, DC, she's instead somehow sucked into Rhen's cursed world.
Break the curse, save the kingdom.
A prince? A monster? A curse? Harper doesn't know where she is or what to believe. But as she spends time with Rhen in this enchanted land, she begins to understand what's at stake. And as Rhen realizes Harper is not just another girl to charm, his hope comes flooding back. But powerful forces are standing against Emberfall . . . and it will take more than a broken curse to save Harper, Rhen, and his people from utter ruin.
About the Author
Brigid Kemmerer is the New York Times bestselling author More Than We Can Tell, Letters to the Lost, and the Elementals series. She was born in Omaha, Nebraska, though her parents quickly moved her all over the United States, from the desert in Albuquerque, New Mexico, to the lakeside in Cleveland, Ohio, and several stops in between, eventually settling near Annapolis, Maryland.
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There is blood under my fingernails. I wonder how many of my people I've killed this time.
I thrust my hands into the barrel beside the stables. The ice-cold water bites at my skin, but the blood clings. I shouldn't bother, because it will all be gone in an hour anyway, but I hate this. The blood. The not knowing.
Hooves ring against the cobblestones somewhere behind me, followed by the jingle of a horse's bridle.
I don't need to look. My guard commander always follows at a safe distance until the transition is complete.
Guard commander. As if Grey has men left to command.
As if he didn't earn the title by default.
I swipe the water from my hands and turn. Grey stands a few yards back, holding the reins of Ironheart, the fastest horse in the stables. The animal is blowing hard, its chest and flanks damp with sweat despite the early-morning chill.
For as long as we've been trapped here, Grey's appearance is somehow a continual surprise. He looks as young as the day he earned a position in the elite Royal Guard, his dark hair slightly unkempt, his face unlined. His uniform still fits him well, every buckle and strap perfectly arranged, every weapon shining in the near darkness.
He once carried a gleam of eagerness in his eye, a spark for adventure. For challenge.
That gleam has long since gone dark, the only aspect of his appearance that is never remade by the curse.
I wonder if my unchanged appearance startles him, too.
"How many?" I say.
"None. All of your people are safe this time."
This time. I should be relieved. I am not. My people will be at risk again soon enough. "And the girl?"
"Gone. As always."
I look back at the blood staining my hands, and a familiar tightness wraps around my rib cage. I turn back to the barrel and bury my hands in the water. It's so cold it nearly steals my breath.
"I'm covered in blood, Commander." A lick of anger curls through my chest. "I killed something."
As if sensing danger, his horse stomps and dances at the end of the reins. Grey puts out a hand to calm the animal.
Once there would have been a stablehand rushing to take his horse, especially upon hearing my tone. Once there was a castle full of courtiers and historians and advisers who would have turned over a coin for a bit of gossip about Prince Rhen, heir to the throne of Emberfall.
Once there was a royal family that would have frowned on my antics.
Now there is me, and there is Grey.
"I left a trail of human blood on the path out of the forest," he says, unaffected by my anger. He's used to this. "The horse led a good chase, until you fell on a herd of deer in the southernmost part of your lands. We stayed well away from the villages."
That explains the condition of the animal. We traveled far tonight.
"I'll take the horse," I say. "The sun will be up soon."
Grey hands over the reins. This final hour is always the hardest. Full of regret for my failure once again. As always, I just want to get this over with.
"Any special requests, my lord?"
In the beginning, I was frivolous enough to say yes. I'd specify blondes or brunettes. Big breasts, or long legs, or tiny waists. I'd wine them and woo them and when they did not love me, another was easily found. The first time, the curse had seemed like a game.
Find me one you like, Grey, I'd said, laughing, as if finding women for his prince was a privilege.
Then I changed, and the monster tore through the castle, leaving a bloodbath.
When the season began again, I had no family left. No servants. Only six guardsmen, two of whom were badly injured.
By the third season, I had one.
Grey is still waiting for a response. I meet his eyes. "No, Commander. Anyone is fine." I sigh and begin leading the horse toward the stables, but then stop and turn. "Whose blood made the trail?"
Grey raises an arm and draws his sleeve back. A long knife wound still bleeds down into his hand, a slow trickle of crimson.
I'd order him to bind it, but the wound will be gone in an hour, when the sun is fully up.
So will the blood on my hands and the sweat on the horse's flanks. The cobblestones will be warm with early-fall sunlight, and my breath will no longer fog in the morning air.
The girl will be gone, and the season will begin again.
I'll be newly eighteen.
For the three hundred twenty-seventh time.CHAPTER 2
Washington, DC, is so cold it should be illegal.
I pull up the hood of my sweatshirt, but the material is practically threadbare, and it doesn't do much good. I hate being out here playing lookout, but my brother has the worse end of this job, so I try not to complain.
Somewhere down the street, a man shouts and a car horn blares. I bite back a shiver and suck more tightly into the shadows. I found an old tire iron near the curb earlier, and I twist my fingers against the rusted metal, but whoever it was seems far away.
A glance at the timer on Jake's phone tells me he has another thirteen minutes. Thirteen minutes, and he'll be done, and we can go buy a cup of coffee.
We don't really have money to spend, but Jake always needs time to unwind, and he says coffee helps. It ratchets me up so I can't sleep, which means I don't crash until four in the morning and then I miss school. I've missed enough days of my senior year that it probably doesn't matter anymore. I sure don't have any friends who'll miss me.
So Jake and I will sit in a corner booth of the all-night diner, and his hands will tremble on the mug for a few minutes. Then he'll tell me what he had to do. It's never good.
I had to threaten to break his arm. I twisted it up behind his back. I think I almost dislocated it. His kids were there. It was awful.
I had to punch him. Told him I was going to hit him until a tooth came loose. He found the money real quick.
This guy was a musician. I threatened to smash a finger.
I don't want to hear the ways he shakes them down for cash. My brother is tall and built like a linebacker, but he's always been gentle and soft-spoken and kind. When Mom first got sick, when Dad got involved with Lawrence and his men, Jake would look out for me. He'd let me sleep in his room or sneak me out of the house for ice cream. That was when Dad was around, when Dad was the one getting threatened by Lawrence's "bill collectors," the men who'd come to our door to reclaim the money Dad had borrowed.
Now Dad's gone. And Jake's playing "bill collector" just to keep them off our backs.
Guilt twists my insides. If it were just me, I wouldn't let him do it.
But it's not just me. It's Mom, too.
Jake thinks he could do more for Lawrence. Buy us more time. But that would mean actually doing the things he's only threatening to do. It would mean truly hurting people.
It would break him. I can already see how even this is changing him. Sometimes I wish he'd drink his coffee in silence.
I told him that once, and he got mad. "You think it's hard to listen? I have to do it." His voice was tight and hard and almost broke. "You're lucky, Harper. You're lucky you just have to hear about it."
Yeah. I feel super lucky.
But then I felt selfish, because he's right. I'm not quick, and I'm not strong. Playing lookout is the only way he'll let me help. So now, when he needs to talk about these near-atrocities, I keep my mouth shut. I can't fight, but I can listen.
I glance at the phone. Twelve minutes. If his time runs out, it means the job went bad, and I'm supposed to run. To get Mom out. To hide.
We've gotten down to three minutes before. Two minutes. But he always appears, breathing hard and sometimes speckled with blood.
I'm not worried yet.
Rust flakes under my fingertips as I twist the ice-cold tire iron in my hand. Sunrise isn't far off, but I'll probably be too frozen by then to even notice.
A light feminine laugh carries in the air nearby, and I peek from the doorway. Two people stand alone by the corner, just at the edge of the circle of light cast by the streetlamp. The girl's hair shines like a shampoo commercial, swinging as she staggers a little. The bars all closed at three a.m., but she clearly didn't stop. Her micro-mini and open denim jacket make my sweatshirt feel like a parka.
The man is more suitably dressed, in dark clothes, with a long coat. I'm trying to decide if this is a cop busting a hooker or a john picking up a date, when the guy turns his head. I duck back into the doorway.
Her laughter rings through the street again. Either he's hilarious or this girl is hammered.
The laugh cuts short with a gasp. Like someone yanked a plug.
I hold my breath. The silence is sudden and absolute.
I can't risk looking.
I can't risk not looking.
Jake would be so pissed. I have one job here. I imagine him yelling. Don't get involved, Harper! You're already vulnerable!
He's right, but cerebral palsy doesn't mean my curiosity is broken. I peek out around the edge of the doorway.
The blonde has collapsed in the man's arms like a marionette, her head flopped to the side. His arm is hooked under her knees, and he keeps glancing up and down the street.
Jake will lose his mind if I call the cops. It's not like what he's doing is legal. If the police come around, Jake is at risk. I'm at risk. Mom's at risk.
I keep staring at that waving blond hair, at the limp arm dragging the ground. He could be a trafficker. She could be dead — or close. I can't do nothing.
I slip out of my sneakers so my stupid left foot won't make a dragging noise against the pavement. I can move quickly when I want to, but quiet is tough to master. I rush forward and raise the bar.
He turns at the last second, which probably saves his life. The bar comes down across his shoulders instead of his head. He grunts and stumbles forward. The girl goes sprawling onto the pavement.
I raise the bar to hit him again, but the man retaliates faster than I'm ready for. He blocks my swing and drives an elbow into my chest, hooking my ankle with his own. I'm falling before I realize it. My body slams into the concrete.
He's suddenly right there, almost on top of me. I start swinging. I can't reach his head, but I catch him across the hip. Then his ribs.
He seizes my wrist, then smacks my arm down to the pavement. I squeal and twist away from him, but it feels like he's kneeling on my right thigh. His free arm pins my chest. It hurts. A lot.
"Release the weapon." He's got an accent, but I can't place it. And now that his face is on top of mine, I realize he's young, not much older than Jake.
I clench my fingers even tighter around the bar. My breath makes huge panicked clouds between us. I beat at him with my free hand, but I might as well be striking a statue. He tightens his hold on my wrist, until I genuinely think the bones are rubbing together.
A whimper escapes my throat, but I grit my teeth and hold on.
"Release it," he says again, his tone thickening with anger.
"Jake!" I scream, hoping enough time has passed that he might be heading back. The pavement stabs daggers of ice into my back. Every muscle hurts, but I keep fighting. "Jake! Someone help me!"
I try to claw at his eyes, but the man's grip tightens in response. His gaze meets mine and there's no hesitation there. My wrist is going to break.
A siren kicks up somewhere nearby, but it'll be too late. I try to claw at his face again, but I catch his neck instead. Blood blossoms under my nails, and his eyes turn murderous. The sky lightens fractionally behind him, turning pink with streaks of orange.
His free hand lifts and I don't know if he's going to hit me or strangle me or break my neck. It doesn't matter. This is it. My last sight will be a glorious sunrise.
I'm wrong. His hand never strikes.
Instead, the sky disappears altogether.CHAPTER 3
Sunlight gilds the fixtures in my sitting room, throwing shadows along the hand-sewn tapestries and the velvet chairs my parents once occupied. Sometimes, if I sit here long enough, I can imagine their presence. I can hear my father's brusque voice, full of admonishment and lectures. My mother's quiet disapproval.
I can remember my own arrogance.
I want to walk out of the castle and fling myself off a cliff.
That doesn't work. I've tried. More than once.
I always wake here, in this room, waiting in the sunlight. The fire always burns low, just as it is now, the flames crackling in a familiar pattern. The stone floor appears freshly swept, wine and goblets sitting ready on a side table. Grey's weapons hang on the opposite chair, waiting for his return.
Everything is always the same.
Except for the dead. They never come back.
The fire pops, a bit of kindling sliding to the base of the fireplace. Right on schedule. Grey will reappear soon.
I sigh. Practiced words wait on my tongue, though sometimes it takes the girls a while to awaken from the sleeping ether Grey gives them. They're always frightened at first, but I've learned how to ease their fears, to charm and coax them into trusting me.
Only to destroy that trust when autumn slides into winter. When they see me change.
The air flickers, and I straighten. As much as I hate the curse, the never-ending repetition of my life here, the girls are the one spot of change. Despite myself, I'm curious to see what motionless beauty will hang in Grey's arms today.
But when Grey appears, he's pinning a girl to the floor.
She's not a motionless beauty. She's scrawny and shoeless and digging her nails into the side of his neck.
Grey swears and knocks her hand away. Blood appears in lines across his throat.
I rise from the chair, nearly losing a moment to the sheer novelty of it all. "Commander! Release her."
He flings himself back and finds his feet. The girl scrambles away from him, clutching a rusted weapon of some sort. Her movement is labored and clumsy.
"What is this?" She gets a hand on the wall and staggers to her feet. "What did you do?"
Grey grabs his sword from the chair, pulling it free from the scabbard with a fierceness I haven't seen in ... in ages. "Have no worries, my lord. This may be the shortest season yet."
The girl raises the rusted bar as if that will provide any kind of defense against a trained swordsman. Dark curls spill out of the hood of her clothing, and her face is tired, drawn, and dusty. I wonder if Grey injured her, the way she keeps her weight off her left leg.
"Try it." She glances between him and me. "I know a good spot I haven't hit with this yet."
"I will." Grey lifts his weapon and steps forward. "I know a good spot I haven't hit with this yet."
"Enough." I've never seen Grey go after one of the girls, but when he shows no intention of stopping, I sharpen my tone. "That is an order, Commander."
He stops, but his sword remains in his hand and he doesn't take his eyes off the girl. "Do not think," he tells her, his voice fierce, "that this means I will allow you to attack me again."
"Don't worry," she snaps. "I'm sure I'll get another chance."
"She attacked you?" My eyebrows rise. "Grey. She is half your size."
"She makes up for it in temperament. She most assuredly was not my first choice."
"Where am I?" The girl's eyes keep flicking from me to him to the sword in his hand — and then to the doorway behind us. Her knuckles are white where they grip the bar. "What did you do?"
I glance at Grey and lower my voice. "Put up your sword. You're frightening her."
The Royal Guard is trained to obey without hesitation and Grey is no exception. He slides his weapon into its sheath, but strings the sword belt around his waist.
I cannot remember the last time he was fully armed on the first day of the season. Probably not since there were men to command and threats to deflect.
But removing the weapon has drained some of the tension from the room. I put out a hand and keep my voice gentle, the way I speak to skittish horses in the stables. "You are safe here. May I have your weapon?"
Her eyes slide to Grey, to where his hand remains on the hilt of his sword. "No way."
"You fear Grey? Easily solved." I look at him. "Commander. You are ordered to not harm this girl."
He takes a step back and folds his arms.
The girl watches this exchange and then she draws a long breath and takes a tentative step forward, the bar held in front of her.
At least she can be tamed as easily as the others. I extend my hand and give her an encouraging look.
She takes another step — but then her expression shifts, her eyes darken, and she swings.
Hard steel slams into my waist, just below my rib cage. Silver hell, it hurts. I double over and barely have time to react before she's swinging for my head.
Luckily, my training is nearly as thorough as Grey's. I duck and catch the bar before she makes contact.(Continues…)
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Such a great and different retelling of Beauty and the Beast. Lots of action, a curse, an enchantress, a monster, and a slow burning romance... all the ingredients for a fantastic read! From the streets of Washington DC to the cursed Kingdom of Emberfall, This was an intriguing story that kept me engrossed until the end. And quite a few revelations happened at that end!!! I will definitely be reading the next in this saga!!
Harper is just trying to protect her brother. Her life is in turmoil with her dad owing the wrong people money, and her mom bedridden with cancer. She is supposed to be keeping watch in order to keep her brother safe, but she sees a man beating a woman and trying to drag her. Harper will not have it. She interceeds and ends up being transported in time to a cursed kingdom. Rhen is the pompous, arrogant prince of the kingdom who has given up on breaking the curse. He really cares nothing for it any longer. But there is something about Harper. She is fighting every step of the way. She will not put up with anything she doesn’t think is just. Could she be the one to finally break the curse. Of course, LIllith has more cards to play in this wicked game. Things will not go as planned because they never do.
Enjoyed the moderized Beauty and the Beast story with its own twists and turns. Already ordered the sequel! Told other book worms to enjoy this read.
OMG THIS BOOK WAS AMAZING + EPIC + MAGICAL x10. I loved Harper, what an inspiring heroine. Such a role model to all young women. I also loved Rhen & Grey; how their relationship was such a powerful one. I love Beauty & the Beast retellings and this book will forever hold a place in my heart. I hope there will be a sequel.
Great retelling of Beauty and the Beast! Dark and compelling. I hope there's a sequel!
(SPOILER ALERT) If there were more than five stars, I would definitely give them. This book was absolutely fantastic, spellbinding, and stunning. This retelling was so much like Beauty and the Beast but far from it all the same. Harper was such a compelling character, by far one of my favorite characters ever. Along with Alyssa from "Splintered" by A.G. Howard. There were so many lines in this book that made me laugh so much I started crying. I'm very sentimental and books always break me down, the emotion was so clear and the author did an AMAZING JOB following all of the character's problems and switching between Rhen and Harper every chapter. Rhen felt there was no hope that Harper would fall in love with him to break the curse, even more so when she made it clear three times throughout the book she wouldn't fall in love with him. Even though he had already fallen for her... DUN DUN DUUUNNN Harper saves his life from Lillith and oh god she realizes she has fallen for him too (SOB) anyway this was a really amazing book and one of my ALLTIME FAVORITES!!!! Favorite line: "Your Highness. My Lady. Forgive me. I was going to stoke the fire in the bedroom." What a coincidence I think I was considering the very same thing OH MEH GLA IM DYING, IM STILL CACKLING ABOUT WHAT RHEN THOUGHT WHEN THE MAID SAID THAT THANK YOU BRIGID KEMMERER FOR WRITING ONE OF THE GREATEST BOOKS FOR ME OF ALL TIME I LOVE YOU ALL
Felt a bit rushed at the end but really enjoyed it.
I loved this book!! So good!
Cool retelling! This inventive retelling of Beauty and the Beast was a nice light read. I loved a few things about this story. At the top of the list is the (female) main character, Harper. Kemmerer writes her as a courageous, quick-thinking badass. She does have cerebral palsy, but this is simply another one of her characteristics, not the focus of the story. Too often, the stories authors write about characters with disabilities have the disability as their sole focus--kudos to Kemmerer! The fast pace of the action kept me turning pages quickly, and I never would've guessed it was close to 500 pages. A couple of nitpicky things kept me from totally loving this novel. The story is told in first-person by dual narrators, and the approach seemed to limit the storytelling. (For example, I think it would've been interesting to get inside some of the secondary characters' heads a bit.) In general, I felt like I was passively observing the narrators' romance instead of totally buying into it. Maybe if they spent less time complaining to/about each other, then it would've been more plausible? Their not-so-believable love story kept me from being totally invested in what happened to them. I liked this, but didn't love it, so I'll give it 3 stars, with an extra 1/2 because Harper is awesome!
Interesting and had a strong female lead and a bittersweet ending. I enjoyed it.
I really enjoyed the story. From way the relationships are form so realistic, and life struggles, each chatacter has to face, in the novel. The way how magic is involved, the actuin, love scenes, everything it was amazing i would rellay recommend to anyone who is a beauty and beast fan...
I am a sucker for retellings. And this one is did not disappoint! Kemmerer’s creative take on Beauty & the Beast had me intrigued from the start. The writing is superb, and I found myself craving more, (crosses fingers for a sequel) also I appreciate that the heroine has a disability, I feel like this is something people generally shy away from but it makes her more relatable. All around amazing retelling! It’s a must read for B&B fans!
What a fabulous novel. Let’s break it down here: if you like retellings (Beauty and the Beast especially), fast paced fantasy, a wonderful romance, and characters that have you fighting for them constantly, you’re going to love this book! It was an absolutely 5-star read for me, and it’s helped me to remember why I love to read YA fantasy books so much! Also, I need the next book RIGHT. NOW.
“As before, he’s beautiful and terrible. Part dragon, part horse, part something I can’t even name. I can’t stop staring at how fearsome his is. At how much damage he could cause. I have no idea how to break this curse. I have no idea how to save him.” I am going to be honest, although I love retellings, part of me was skeptical of yet another Beauty and the Beast retelling. It seems so overdone lately. But the hype over A Curse so Dark and Lonely by Brigid Kemmer drew me in and I am so so very glad it did. This book was simply fantastic. I loved it time a zillion. I can’t wait for the next one, which there obviously must be. I can not think of one complaint about this story. I loved the fierce heroine lead, who has cerebral palsy, but doesn’t let it keep her back. I love the romance and the drama and the twists of the story. Just seriously read it. I don’t think any of you would regret it. I give this book 5 stars.
Oh wow. Just… wow. This is one of my favorite fairy tale retellings ever. And it’s a Beauty and the Beast one at that! Everything about this book was absolutely fantastic. I adored the characters. Harper was such a spitfire; she was emotional and vulnerable but also strong-willed and compassionate. Despite having cerebral palsy, she doesn’t shy away from physical challenges, and I loved that she often demanded to know how to wield a dagger or sword of bow. Rhen was another favorite of mine. He’s arrogant and prideful, but also deeply caring about his people. They both have strong personalities but they work very well together because at heart, they’re both loving and selfless people. Even though this is a retelling of a familiar fairy tale, everything about it was fresh and original enough that I wasn’t bored or able to predict the coming events. The relationship between Rhen and Harper was a delight to watch as they both pulled back the facade they were projecting and finally allowed each other to see the true Rhen and Harper. The political conflict and turmoil of this story was delicious, as Rhen tries to rally his threadbare kingdom against a potential invasion from a northern country. He does this with the help of Harper, who conjures up a story about being a princess from a faraway land, come to ally her kingdom with Rhen’s. Watching Harper come into herself and gain confidence, even though she’s making everything up on the fly, was a joy to watch. I was so happy for her when she realized she’s stronger than everyone in her old life believed. This book perfectly blended romance, friendship, magic, action, and conflict so seamlessly. I was engaged for the entire book (nearly 500 pages!), and found myself devouring it in two sittings. This book certainly exceeded all of my expectations and I am so, so happy I found it. I will eagerly be awaiting the release of the sequel.
I was expecting to enjoy this book. It's a Beauty and the Beast retelling and it's been getting some great buzz. I did not expect to love this book the way I did. The characters were complex and engaging. Somehow Kemmerer communicated complex beats, sometimes that if translated to stage or screen would be stillness, and kept the narrative action-focused. I would have loved a tad more world building, especially as the politics play such a heavy part, but this really won me over. And the shipping. Whelp. You'll see.
I have officially found my favorite Beauty and the Beast re-telling to date and it is A Curse So Dark and Lonely! This book has a little bit of everything all woven together in a fantastic take on the original tale. Harper, our Belle of the ball, lives in the modern world and is dealing with a lot of family issues when, out of the blue, she ends up in this fantasy land with a stoic guardsman (Grey) and distant prince (Rhen, the "Beast"). So, first off, I love that this is a mashing of worlds! I don't see a lot of that anymore and I liked that Harper held true to her modern self while also trying to fit into a realm entirely unlike her own. It added another element to the story, while also not falling into info dump territory. And it's not as if time just stops in the modern world while Harper is away. Her family is still in danger and she's stuck in a foreign land. The stakes are HIGH. Like life-or-death high. Right off the bat, I understand her motivations and can root for her. She was a flawed character in a good way. Between her internal conflicts while growing closer to Rhen and having to remember her family's situation in a world she couldn't reach, and the external conflicts of navigating the kingdom of Emberfall, she had a lot of decisions to make and they weren't always the right ones. Harper is stubborn, headstrong, and passionate about what she believes in. I also loved that she has cerebral palsy but it wasn't written as a means to define her. It was a part of her as much as anything else and it made her stronger. Now from the tale, we know that the Beauty needs to fall in love with the Beast to break the curse. In this version, though, the beast's identity is a mystery to Harper but she knows fairly early on that Rhen is cursed in some way, that she has to fall in love with him. I loved that it wasn't some big secret (at least not all of it) because the story shifted from a romance to a fantasy with a romance. It's a subtle shift but made a huge impact on the plot. The curse was very much at the forefront but the romance fell back in lieu of Harper and Rhen working together to go beyond the curse and accomplish something more in his kingdom. Speaking of Rhen, I. . . liked him. But I didn't love his character. He's very much a passive person at first. Harper encourages him to take charge and do something rather than let things happen but I wasn't swooning over him. I reserved that for Grey. The loyal guard. The trusted friend. The one willing to work with Harper as she was rather than expect her to instantly change herself because she gets kidnapped and taken away from her family. Although I knew who Harper would end up with because it's the nature of re-tellings (at least for the first book), I have hope that things change in the series because I SO ship Harper and Grey. A Curse So Dark and Lonely slowly builds the action and character relationships up to the point that I couldn't guess what would happen next. It was glorious! And I'm amazed I didn't even pick up on the big twist at the end, which makes it that much harder to wait for the sequel! This isn't a re-telling you want to miss out on. I highly recommend grabbing a copy so we can wait in agony for the sequel!
I really enjoyed this retelling. I’ve read 4 or 5 beauty and the beast retellings and this one is my favorite. Everything about it was so detailed and magical. I would say this is more of a high fantasy book than a romance. I mean clearly there is romance but it was on the back burner for the most part. It was all about the curse and saving the kingdom and I loved it! I mean I hope the next one has more romance because I personally can never get enough romance but I truly loved this book. I can’t believe I have to wait a year for the next one. And the cover is beautiful. It has a front and center place on my bookshelf