The War of Lost Hearts series

Some books find you at the right moment, and Daughter of No Worlds was one of those books/series for me. It is one of my all-time favorite books, and I highly recommend it. Carissa Broadbent built something genuinely special here, with world-building that is rich, layered, and immersive without feeling overwhelming. Tisaanah’s journey is the heart of everything: she starts as a survivor, sharp-edged and determined, and watching her transform into a woman who chooses power on her own terms is the kind of arc that stays with you. Max, reclusive and reluctant, is the grumpy mentor who absolutely does not want to be involved and is very clearly going to be very involved. Their relationship is less about sparks and more about unexpected vulnerability and mutual healing, and I loved how the romance complemented Tisaanah’s growth instead of distracting from it. The slow burn is patient and purposeful, though the early and middle sections can feel slowish; the payoff is worth the patience.

Children of Fallen Gods left me hollow and filled simultaneously. It doesn’t just continue the story, it shatters expectations and rebuilds them from the ashes. The escalation is masterful, and war becomes a living entity that forces impossible choices and shows who these characters really are. Tisaanah shoulders the unbearable weight of leadership while falling apart inside, and her struggle feels authentic. Aefe’s perspective was unexpected brilliance, and the parallels between timelines made the story feel both inevitable and shocking. Max’s quieter development is equally compelling, and his bond with Tisaanah deepens through shared trauma. I also appreciated how the book refused to simplify morality, while still making room for earned tenderness. It demands emotional attention and refuses easy victories.

Mother of Death & Dawn wrecked me and rebuilt me in the same breath. It was raw, gut-wrenching, layered, and full of heart. Tisaanah’s arc comes full circle in a way that is incredibly satisfying, and Max’s journey through memory loss and self-reconstruction was a stroke of brilliance. Aefe and Caduan’s side romance was a powerful counterpoint, and I honestly could have read an entire companion novel on just them. The ending was bittersweet, tragic, and hopeful, and the epilogue is a gift that doesn’t undo the pain but honors it. This trilogy is special, savage, and sacred, and I’ll carry these characters with me for a long, long time.

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