I think this book was helped by my incredibly low expectations for every book in the 'Romantasy' genre, because it was not good. But it was so much better than I have been trained to expect. At least because Raeve lost her memories there's a weak excuse to keep this thing dragging on way too long - normally it just.... does that anyway. The thing that kills these books for me is that there is always, always insta-love and then 400-700 pages of one or both of the characters going: nuh uh, I won't shorten this book, you can't make me, why do and say exactly what we both want to do and say, because it makes sense? Pshaw! At least this one was like: well. She doesn't remember stuff and also doesn't want to.

Is that good? No. Is that something in a whole glut of nothing for this genre? It is.

But like. I'm lost on the point of the dragons?? They had nothing to do with anything?? Whatever in-depth world-building there was, I must've missed that page. Also... I never got over the male/female thing; it's jarring and sounds weird af. I stumbled on it literally every time I came across it.