Brimstone by Callie Hart
My Rating: ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐
Spice Rating: 🌶🌶🌶
Bare with me, I’m going to
try my best to write this with minimal spoilers. I will be quoting the book and sharing my
feelings, so if that counts as a spoiler for you, this is your chance to turn
back now.
Baby… when I tell you I waited for this book? I waited like my life depended on it. I
bought it in every format because Kingfisher is GOD TIER for me. Quicksilver
rewired every cell in my brain, and once I knew Brimstone had a release date, I counted down like it was a
sacred event. I read plenty of books filled with morally dark, devastatingly
gorgeous men, but there is something about Kingfisher, with those swirling
tattoos and that feral devotion, that lights a fire in my soul.
Brimstone
delivered everything I hoped for and more. Nearly seven hundred pages, and I
devoured every one. This installment dives deeper into characters we only
glimpsed in book one, filling in lore and emotional beats we were craving. It
had angst and longing, yes, but it also had humor, tenderness, and friendships
that felt as powerful as the romance. There’s a moment where Fisher growls, “All right. Fine. I’ll drink from you, Saeris.
But not out of any love I have for the gods. I’ll do it to make you come on my
tongue and my fingers. I’ll do it to make you scream.” And tell me that doesn’t summarize exactly why this
series has me by the throat.
I read while listening to the audiobook, my
new favorite way to immerse myself, and it made the world come alive. The
worldbuilding is immaculate. The little creatures? My entire personality at
this point. When Fisher snarled, “What do you
think I’m doing? I’m saving the fucking fox!” I nearly threw my book
across the room because I felt that in my soul. And don’t even get me started
on the animal companions. I will always be weak for them.
This book had me crying, screaming, kicking my
feet—literally. I kept shouting “PERIOD!” because there was no other reaction. The
dynamics between Fisher and Carrion are truly amazing.
Saeris calls out, “Fisher.”
He answers, “Hmm?”
“Stop.”
And he snaps back, nostrils flaring, “I can’t
help it if he doesn’t want to live.”
That line alone? I ascended.
And then, because this book refuses to let you
breathe, there are the softer moments. The moments that cracked my chest open.
When Fisher murmurs, “You forget that I’m a
winter creature, Saeris. I don’t crave the attention of the sun. The snowcapped
mountains, the forest, the frozen river… those places are my home. You are
home.” I swear my heart actually combusted.
The spice? Perfectly balanced. Enough to burn,
never enough to overshadow the tension and the unraveling mysteries. And then
that cliffhanger at the end? That massive, breath-stealing WTF moment? I am still spiraling. I don’t even know how I
feel yet, trust is huge for me, but that’s all I’ll say.
As soon as the paperback drops, I’m annotating
it like a woman possessed. I have theories. I have suspicions. And with book
three rumored to be the final installment for Fisher and Saeris, I already feel
one particular theory clawing at me.
If you haven’t gone feral for this series yet,
if you haven’t picked up book one or two, I am begging you: join the beautiful
hysteria that has become my entire personality.
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