Reading The King's Men feels like tripping on the top step and falling all the way down. Like, when you stand up at the bottom, you're bruised everywhere and you feel kind of embarassed but secretly you're also proud of yourself for not dying? 

My spouse said that it sounds like a sports anime, and I couldn't agree more. It's over-the-top and unrealistic with some things, but the important shit? The trauma, the processing, the coping, the healing... those parts are so real. Raw and jagged and, as I said before, nauseating. I felt like all of the character growth was hard-fought and well-earned, and by reflection of that, of course they had to win against the Ravens. I feel like Sakavic's style of writing about serious shit is so viseral, she crawls inside whatever festering wounds she creates and rips them from the inside out, and her descriptions are a direct result of that. I mean, the dashboard lighter bits? I could smell skin burning in the air around me. 

I highly recommend this series, but Jesus Christ, watch yourself.