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Read “Godkiller” by Hannah Kaner and instantly fell in love with it. The story. The characters. Amazing. Had to draw what I imagined Kissen looking like in my head.
#godkiller#hannah kaner#Godkiller by Hannah Kaner#Kissen#fanart#booklr#book fanart#digital fanart#csp#clip studio paint
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Okay everyone PLEASE go read Godkiller by Hannah Kaner because I need someone to scream with.
Things I loved:
A fantasy novel UNDER 300 pages that's well developed
A God of white lies who feels real and not a caricature
Human/God bonds that feel So personal
Bisexual revenge queen
Complex world building
Hand wave magic system but in the BEST way
A quest! An adventure!
Disability rep
The stakes are SO high and yet everything feels so intimate I can't
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JOMP BPC || March 13 || Debut Author:
Godkiller by Hannah Kaner
#Godkiller#Hannah Kaner#jompbpc#justonemorepage#book photography#book photo challenge#books#Not out of void but out of chaos#almost bought book two today but manga ate the book budget 😝
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Book Notes: Fantasy Roundup
Or, some ideas for what to read when you have a book hangover from Iron Flame:
Curious Tides by Pascale Lacelle
When Emory is the sole survivor of a secret ritual in the caves below Aldryn College, her healer powers, given to those born during the new moon on a rising tide, begin to shift into something strange and uncontrollable. Will her estranged friend Baz, brother to one of the students who died, help Emory figure out her new powers and what really happened that night? This debut fantasy has it all — dark academia, an upper YA that crosses over beautifully into adult, a murder mystery, secret societies, forbidden magic, a pining romance and the most gorgeous book design I’ve seen in a while. The magic system is built around the moon phases and the tides. Curious Tides is book one of a planned duology.
The Hurricane Wars by Thea Guanzon
What happens when Talasyn and Alaric, two soldiers from opposite sides of an entrenched war meet on the battlefield and discover their opposing powers combine to create something entirely new and unexpected? They continue to absolutely hate each other while having to work together to save their people from an even worse fate. Of course. And we all know what happens when two attractive people hate each other. Drawing inspiration from Southeast Asia, debut Filipino author Thea Guanzon has penned a fun, fresh fantasy that balances an authentic depiction of the toll of conflict on a population with a strong cast of characters and all the political machinations of Machiavelli. The Hurricane Wars is book one of a planned trilogy.
Godkiller by Hannah Kane
In a world where gods, fed by the attention, prayers, and offerings of humans, can also be destroyed by them, three disparate people come together to travel to the ruined city that was the last stand in the wars between gods and people. Kissen, a godkiller for hire. Elo, a former knight turned baker. And Inara, a young girl whose life has become intertwined with a god of white lies, Skedi. The four travel together to Blenraden, hopeful that they will find a way to untangle Skedi from Inara. All the feels of quest fantasy with characters that are delightfully flawed and human. The world building was immersive and queer normative with a host of diverse characters. The religious and magic system was at once familiar but with enough twists to make it unexpected. Godkiller is book one of a planned trilogy.
The Fragile Threads of Power by V.E. Schwab
From page one of The Fragile Threads of Power, I was invested all over again in the world of the four Londons, seven years after the events from The Shades of Magic trilogy (also excellent, if you want to start there). The plot works together like interchanging gears, or a chess game, the movement of each character affecting the others, often unknowingly. There are characters from the original trilogy, new additions, and Tes, the one who, unconsciously, holds the key to everything. Schwab investigates power in this novel -- who has it and who controls it, and by whose standards its morality is judged. Schwab puts a lot of things in motion in this book, and only a few are resolved by the end. The Fragile Threads of Power is book one of planned trilogy. You can always go back and read The Shades of Magic series in the meantime!
What the River Knows by Isabel Ibañez
I can’t think of a more fun combination than 1880’s Egyptian archeological digs, a feisty heroine determined to find out what happened to her explorer parents, and a current of magic running through it all. When Inez Olivera hears that her parents, on a dig in Egypt, are presumed dead, she takes matters into her own hands. Inez books passage from Bolivia to Egypt, intent on discovering the truth. What she finds in Egypt is an infuriatingly handsome young man, assisting her guardian in carrying on her parents discoveries, and men thwarting her inquiries at every turn. Add to this a mysterious ring that connects Inez to the magic of the past and the questions continue to pile up. It will take a trip up the Nile and many near escapes just to get Inez closer to any answers. Packed with action, a slow burn romance, and a huge twist kept me enthralled to the very last page. What the River Knows is book one of a planned YA duology.
Hopefully you find one, or many, of these titles to be a satisfying read!
— Lori
#island books#lori robinson#book notes#fantasy reads#ya fantasy#curious tides#pascale lacelle#hurricane wars#godkiller#hannah kaner#v. e. schwab#fragile threads of power#isabel ibanez#what the river knows#thea guanzon
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i got two stupid thoughts about Godkiller/Sunbringer (still reading Sunbringer)
Elogast I love you and the fact you have two moms HOWEVER. If you ever fucked Arren you'd probably think it wasn't gay because you had your eyes closed/was a bro moment, etc.
Arren, he has to be aware he has/had(?) feelings for Elo right... right?
edit okay a third thought
3. Kissen marry me please i beg you please please please
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Question: Has anyone read "Sunbringer" by Hannah Kaner and can tell me whether it picks up and is worth to keep chipping away on? Because I am seriously slumping on it right now and considering dnf'ing it.
"Godkiller" was one of my favourite reads last year, but I'm about 40 percent through this one and it's ... not very enjoyable tbh.
#books#reading#hannah kaner#sunbringer#godkiller#it reads very much like a prime example of middle book syndrome#but i am just not enjoying the slog at all right now
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the TENSION between Kissen and Elogast got me screaming and kicking my feet begging them to kiss already
#godkiller#hannah kaner#kissen#elogast#inara#skedi#skediceth#fantasy#books#bookish#elo#booklover#my post#gods
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It’s Disability Pride Month, and we’re chatting Hannah Kaner’s Godkiller with @IndiaReadsALot! Let’s talk mother-daughter dynamics, middle child syndrome, and murderous women 🦌🔥⚔️
Listen now on Spotify or find us wherever you get your podcasts.
Transcripts available on our website. Closed captions available on our YouTube.
#disability representation#disability pride month#lgbtq books#queer book club#godkiller#hannah kaner#fantasy books#virtual book club#book club podcast#lgbtq podcast
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If Elo and Arren aren't lovers who broke up over ideological differences then what is the POINT OF ALL THIS VIIIBE
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Getting off the computer an hour or so before actually sleeping is just one of my new year's resolutions. Luckily I have plenty of potential bedtime stories! 🌙 📖✨️
#Godkiller#Hannah Kaner#books#reading#book photography#books in bed#current reading#Not out of void but out of chaos#not normally a ny resolution person bit i thought id try
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Kissen’s family were killed by zealots of a fire god. Now, she makes a living killing gods, and enjoys it. That is until she finds a god she cannot kill: Skedi, a god of white lies, has somehow bound himself to a young noble, and they are both on the run from unknown assassins.
Joined by a disillusioned knight on a secret quest, they must travel to the ruined city of Blenraden, where the last of the wild gods reside, to each beg a favour.
Pursued by demons, and in the midst of burgeoning civil war, they will all face a reckoning – something is rotting at the heart of their world, and only they can be the ones to stop it.
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Currently reading: Godkiller by Hannah Kaner
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Godkiller character descriptions for fanart.
Full entry (including spoilers) and database link in pinned post!
Kissen
The leg was finely made, a mixture of briddite and steel wrapped in leather, shifting plates that were light as bone . right leg
gold canine
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sea-grey eyes
Kissen often drew looks: a reddish-headed Talician with a longsword, a cutlass, and a broken curse on her face.
Kissen reached inside her waxwool cloak, tracing her fingers over her pockets of relics and totems, tools and incense, the tricks of her trade.
The woman was sitting at a table wearing leather that looked hard enough to be used as armour and just low enough at the throat to show a tattoo at the top of her chest, a kind of loose spiral. Her looks were Talician – pale and freckled, and her auburn hair cropped by her ears and bound in place with some rough-tossed braids and a leather band.
as she smiled the light shone on the pale outline of a scar like a spiderweb, woven from her left eye to her chin: a dead curse.
Her hands shone with scars as well, old burns that gnarled the skin. Elo noticed that she had freckles on her hands between the burns.
she drew the sword at her waist. The blade was dark: briddite again.
her horse: a mid-aged gelding
Without her cloak, she looked bigger somehow; her shoulders were broad and thick with muscle. But she stood a head and a half shorter than Elo; there was no way she could win in a fight.
drawing up her boot. Out of it she took a tired-looking foot-shaped piece of wood and clipped in the new leg. Then, she detached the cap from the leg with a clunk and slotted the cap onto her knee, binding it there with a thick leather strap around her thigh and two thin strips of cloth that went underneath and around the mechanics. The top of this cap had thinner leather straps that she threaded up her trousers and buckled to the leather girdle she wore above her hips. They fixed at an angle that allowed her to move her leg comfortably, but gave assurance that the cap wouldn’t fall off.
white scar on the woman’s face, or what the tattoos on her chest said. He had caught a glimpse of the spiral of ink that spread out above the top of the Talician woman’s cuirass, just below her throat, curled and loose. He had spent long enough in the army to know a swear word when he saw one, and this one said fuck you in Talic. / Kissen made her favourite gesture, curling her forefinger and thumb into a spiral like the one tattooed on her chest. Fuck you.
Kissen rubbed her chest over the sea-script as if it pained her. She also wore a leather pendant around her neck, which looked like some sort of vial.
She often wore her cuirass at night.
Her wild hair was pinned back beneath a band of plaits, and she was well dressed, not out of breath, her pack on her shoulder
She had made her leather armour so it would hold her breasts flat without restricting the movement of her arms too much
Yes, she looked every bit a woman of Talicia, with her wild hair and twists of braids, her broad shoulders, strong legs, and haughty nose.
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Inara
Inara looked at the clothes in her hands. She was still wearing the leggings and skirts she had left home in, with her wool jacket and buttoned waistcoat. The pearly buttons, her mother had said, had come from one of her grandmother’s robes.
pale blue and grey of House Craier.
she had come out in a padded jacket and travelling cloak, with a kerchief over her hair
Lessa’s hands were dark gold-brown, while Inara was fairer, Lessa’s hair black and straight while Inara’s was brown and curled. She looked like her father, Lessa had said, though had never explained in more detail.
She had abandoned her skirts and was wearing only her leggings, trousers, shirt, waistcoat, and waxwool cloak. She had strung the bow with Skedi’s help, him growing to weigh it down, and bound the shortsword at her waist as Elo had shown her.
She was wearing Telle’s cotton trousers, rolled up almost half their length again, over her leggings and under her skirts. Her quilted jacket was in Legs’s saddlebags, but she wore her waistcoat with the special buttons. She had considered taking it off, putting it somewhere safe, but found she couldn’t
Skedi
the harelike face and antlers of the squirrel-sized god that poked its nose out of Inara’s cuff, his feathered wings tucked tightly against his back. Skedi looked like a cross between a hare, a deer, and a bird. In the barest moment, a knife was in the veiga’s hand. Skedi shrank to the size of a mouse and fled back up Inara’s sleeve as the blade sank into the wood of the table.
A hare’s face, but its eyes were yellow as a bird’s
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Elo
dark, warm brown skin
He resisted the urge to touch his hair and make sure it was sitting well. It had grown out, its finely textured black coils needing more moisture and care than when he was a knight, his beard too; back then he had always been clean-shaven or wearing protective braids.
Elo went to his fireplace and reached beneath the mantel. There, his lion-headed pommel; he pulled down his sword.
For armour he wore only his bracers, with a leather doublet and jerkin over his shirt, but no more than that, and felt naked for it. Still, with the supplies for baking, and having shaved his beard and hair back to the skin, it felt like everything would be just fine.
a tall man with a longsword on his back.
Elo looked up and rubbed his hand over his shaved head with a half laugh
vambraces with buckles
his jacket and hood,
her eyes catching on something darker within the scar, on his shoulder. A tattoo, or an etching. No. God-script, like hers, but tangled, edged: wild-script, spreading out from a smaller, darker mark, about the size of a thumbnail. It looked like a fork in a road, the one that had been on the wooden board those knights outside Gefyr / She pushed him around and stared at his back. She hadn’t seen a curse like this before. It was simple, brutal, deeply ingrained. A curse like the one on her face was intended to disfigure, but when broken it had merely stained her skin white. Other curses were promises, like if such a fellow set foot on this land again, he’d be turned into a deer. That type of thing. This was a death curse: slow or fast, death would come in shadow on the road, in the shape of shadow. ‘It’s just going to keep growing,’ she said.
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King Arren
He wasn’t in his state dress, but wearing sheepskin leggings, a lined twill cloak, and a rough shirt of brown hemp he must have stolen or bought from a labourer.
as always the sun rising behind him and a stag’s head beneath his foot. He had a proud-looking face in this etching, and curling light brown hair
The scar started just beneath Arren’s left shoulder. A deep rivet in his flesh where bone and lung had given way. There, his skin was tightly knitted and dark with smoke-script, the language of a god. Elo’s breath quickened, his mouth dry. It had been a long time since he had seen where the scar widened, the skin opening around a dark space, an impossible space. A thing that should not be, but a thing that had saved his friend’s life: in the darkness, the twigs began. A little nest, rounded with moss, cradling a flame where the king’s heart had once been. And the flame was dwindling.
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Yatho
Yatho’s colours were kind enough, muted cornflower blue and lilac, and she had her black hair shaved short enough to show pretty leaf tattoos behind her ears.
Yatho’s arms were broad and muscled, filling out her shirt to its seams. It had been two months since Kissen had seen her adopted sister and was glad she was looking well, though her eyebrows were half-singed.
Yatho, pale, rumpled and grumpy, opened it, having clearly just shifted herself out of her bed and into her wheelchair, her mind still half in her filigree dreams.
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Telle
The woman smiled at her. She was pretty, with dark eyes and fine brows that were scored by three straight scars that cut across her face, one leaving a deep cleft in her upper lip. This must be Telle.
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My October TBR
With my attempt to start posting about my journey in reading, I'll be starting with my October TBR. So here are the books I'll be trying to read in this month.
Godkiller by Hannah Kaner This book was shamelessly bought because the cover is absolutely gorgeous, but with the synopsis including a fantasy adventure with some wonderful diverse rep I was very excited to start this book. (Spoiler : I have finished this book as of the 5th)
Masters of Death by Olivie Blake I have two Olivie Blake books on my TBR this month and since I haven't any of her work before I'm really excited to see the hype over her work. Now when I picked up Masters of Death at the bookshop, the woman who served me suggested I go into this without looking up anything before hand and that's what I'll be doing. Wish me luck!
The Atlas Six by Olivie Blake Six wizards fighting to survive and be one of the five that gets initiated into some magic society? Sounds like some friendships will be made and betrayals will happen, I'm in. It's clearly not hard for me to sold on a book.
You're Not Supposed To Die Tonight by Kalynn Bayron I am trying to dip my toes into genres I wouldn't usually bother with one of those genres would be horror, with how small this book is and the fact I am interested in Kalynn Bayron's other work I thought this would be a good start into the genre.
Empire of the Vampire by Jay Kristoff This is my main audiobook read this month, and one heavily recommended by a friend. So I'm excited to get through this scarily big book, like damn this book is thick, but here's hoping by using the audiobook the fear isn't as bad.
#booklr#Maxalotl Reads#Godkiller#Hannah Kaner#Masters of Death#The Atlas Six#olivie blake#you're not supposed to die tonight#kalynn bayron#empire of the vampire#jay kristoff#October TBR#TBR
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