The Wicked King (The Folk of the Air #2) Book Review *Minor Spoilers*

The Wicked King (The Folk of the Air #2) by Holly Black
Publication: January 8th, 2019
Genre: YA Fantasy
Rating: fivestars-02

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You must be strong enough to strike and strike and strike again without tiring. The first lesson is to make yourself strong.
After the jaw-dropping revelation that Oak is the heir to Faerie, Jude must keep her younger brother safe. To do so, she has bound the wicked king, Cardan, to her, and made herself the power behind the throne. Navigating the constantly shifting political alliances of Faerie would be difficult enough if Cardan were easy to control. But he does everything in his power to humiliate and undermine her even as his fascination with her remains undiminished. When it becomes all too clear that someone close to Jude means to betray her, threatening her own life and the lives of everyone she loves, Jude must uncover the traitor and fight her own complicated feelings for Cardan to maintain control as a mortal in a Faerie world.

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Plot

When becoming an author I think their job description says to be as cruel, brutal, and ruthless as possible to your readers. That is the only reason I can of why miss Holly Black would do what she did in this book. Jude and Cardan now rule Elfhame. Cardan as the High King and Jude as his seneschal and the one truly ruling. It has been a few months into their year and a day bargain. Things seem to be ok but there are always plots and schemes with the Folk. The Queen of the Undersea is passing messages to Balekin while he is in the Tower of Forgetting and it seems someone close to Jude has betrayed her or rather two someones. Cardan and Jude are still at odds with each other so getting ahead of these schemes are not so easy. The wedding of Taryn and Locke is getting closer and the Queen of the Undersea seems to be getting ready to make her move on the land. The story is filled with so many twists and betrayals I could not keep my head on straight. Guys. I was a mess. Like does Miss Black hate me????? So much happens and I am still just like what??? The ending left me speechless because how could Cardan do that??? But then I read what he said and I was like OH YOU SNEAKY BASTARD. Now Jude just needs to understand what he said. I am so ready for book three because I am shook.

Characters

I truly have this weird love-hate relationship with Jude and Madoc. They have such an interesting dynamic. I think though he has such high ambition and they are at odds that he really does love her in some weird way. I still hate Taryn and Locke and just wish they would get lost in the woods or something lol. Cardan and Jude. Cardan and Jude. Cardan and Jude. I don’t know why I always get so shocked when enemies to lovers do exactly what enemies to lovers do. I act like they betrayed my trust when I should have known Cardan and Jude would not make it easy for me but it’s ok because we still have CHAPTER 15 WITH THE TAIL!!! These two are more ambitious than ever. I have a soft spot for Cardan’s need to not murder anyone but Jude always results to murder like it’s hilarious. He is the one who you would think is that way and he’s like are you serious Jude? Where are your morals??? I don’t know how but I am even more in love with them both.

Writing

Black needs to take a rest from writing if she is going to stomp on my heart. In the words of one of my favorite authors Talia Hibbert, “I can’t believe I paid actual money to have my heart ruthlessly stomped on.” Holly Black has hooked in her books right from the beginning. With the characters, the twists, the world, the revels and parties, and everything in between I can’t get enough. She truly is the queen of the Folk. 

*Quotes are spoilers read with caution*

Favorite Quotes
You must be strong enough to strike and strike and strike again without tiring. The first lesson is to make yourself strong.
“Power is the ability to get what you want. Power is the ability to be the one making the decisions. 
“Look at them all, your subjects. A shame not a one knows who their true ruler is.”
“For a moment,” he says, “I wondered if it wasn’t you shooting bolts at me.” I make a face at him. “And what made you decide it wasn’t?” He grins up at me. “They missed.”
“Kiss me again,” he says, drunk and foolish. “Kiss me until I am sick of it.”
“If you’re the sickness, I suppose you can’t also be the cure.”
Cardan steps close to me, his gaze devouring. I am not sure I can bear his cutting me down again. Luckily, he seems at loss for words. “I hate you,” I whisper before he can speak. He tilts my face to his. “Say it again,” he says…
“Will you dance with me?” I ask Cardan, sinking into a curtsy, acid in my voice. “For I find you every bit as beautiful as you find me.”
“Whatever you do to me,” I say, too angry to stay quiet, “I can do worse to you.” “Oh,” he says, fingers tight on mine. “Do not think I forget that for a moment.”
“You played me for a fool, and now I am the King of Fools.” “The High King of Fools,” I say, a sneer in my voice. 
“Give me an order again,” I say, “and I will show you true shame. Locke’s games will be as nothing to what I make you do.”
“Tell me again what you said at the revel,” he says, climbing over me, his body against mine. “What?” I can barely think. “Tell me you hate me,” he says, his voice hoarse. “Tell me that you hate me.” “I hate you,” I say, the words out like a caress. I say it again, over and over. A litany. An enchantment. A ward against what I really feel. “I hate you. I hate you. I hate you.” He kisses me harder. “I hate you,” I breathe into his mouth. “I hate you so much that sometimes I can’t think of anything else.”
“This is an absolutely terrible idea,” he says with a kind of amazement in his voice. “Yes,” I tell him, kicking off my boots.
My hands are shaking. He captures them and kisses my knuckles with a kind of reverence. “I want to tell you so many lies,” he says.
He helps me push them down, his tail curling against his leg then twisting to coil against min, soft as a whisper.
A shiver goes through his body, and his hand goes to my waist, but instead of pushing me away, he pulls me into the bed with him, rolling my body across him onto the heavily embroidered coverlets. 
“I wasn’t sure if I wanted you or if I wanted you gone from my sight so that I would stop feeling as I did, which made me even more unkind. But when you were gone—truly gone beneath the waves—I hated myself as I never have before.”
“Perhaps I am foolish, but I am no fool…”
“…Still, when you were gone, I had to make a great many decisions, and so much of what I did right was imagining you beside me, Jude, giving me a bunch of ridiculous orders that I nonetheless obeyed.”
“The three of you have one solution to every problem. Murder. No key fits every lock.” Cardan gives us all a stern look, holding up a long-fingered hand with my stolen ruby ring still on one finger. “Someone tries to betray the High King, murder. Someone gives you a harsh look, murder. Someone disrespects you, murder. Someone ruins your laundry, murder.”
“I, Cardan, son of Eldred, High King of Elfhame, take you, Jude Duarte, mortal ward of Madoc, to be my bride and my queen. Let us be wed until we wish for it to be otherwise and the crown has passed from our hands.”
“I, Jude Duarte, take Cardan, High King of Elfhame, to be my husband. Let us be wed until we don’t want to be and the crown has passed from our hands.”
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