"With her family slaughtered, Evie must decide what her next step is; stay safe or kill the queen? Must Read Book of 2018"
Reviewed by Rosie Bindra
Posted October 1, 2018
Fantasy | Fantasy Saga
In Bellona, magic determines the mighty. The more magic you
have, the more power it gets you. So when Lady Everleigh
Saffira Winter Blair, seventeenth in line for the crown,
becomes orphaned at the age of twelve, her lack of magical
powers gets her overlooked and she's only remembered by her
family when they need a royal to use as a ceremonial
stand-in. Evie's fifteen years in the royal palace have
taught her to never trust anyone, a lesson she learned at a
young age at the hands of her cousin, the Crown Princess
When Vasilia assassinates her own mother along with the rest
of the Blair family members to take the crown, Evie manages
to make it out alive because of her secret immunity to
magic. Evie's only plan is to stay alive so she falls in
with a performing gladiator troupe where Lucas Sullivan
begins her training to become a gladiator. Not knowing who
to trust, Evie keeps her secrets close but as her
relationships with the people around her grow, so does
Vasilia's blood-thirst and Evie has to decide if she should
save herself or face her nemesis and fight for the people of
Wow! It has been a very long time since I have stayed up
half the night into the early hours of the morning with a
book but I was so riveted reading KILL THE QUEEN, there was
no way I was putting it down until I got to the very last
page. Jennifer Estep kicks off her new fantasy series in an
epic, Game of Thrones-esque way. Murder, betrayal, revenge,
treachery, romance, friendship; Estep checks all the boxes
in a spectacular way. I haven't wanted to completely
fan-girl over a book this hard since I discovered Patricia
Briggs's Mercy series.
Estep has always been a great writer but with KILL THE QUEEN
she's really honed her skills and shows it off in the
enthralling world she's created. From the captivating first
chapter to the I never want it to end last one, I was
completely absorbed. Evie's growth from a timid royal to a
fierce gladiator felt so natural, as did her relationships
with those around her, especially her relationship with
Lucas. I love it when an author takes their time building a
relationship and drawing out the palpable tension, and
there's plenty of tension between those two. I can't wait to
see how their story continues.
I can honestly say KILL THE QUEEN tops my list for best
reads in 2018, fantasy or otherwise. It has everything a
reader could want and Jennifer Estep has done an exceptional
job in executing the story. The countdown to book 2 is on
and I can't wait until I can read what happens next.
Gladiator meets Game of Thrones: a royal
woman becomes a skilled warrior to destroy her murderous
cousin, avenge her family, and save her kingdom in this
first entry in a dazzling fantasy epic from the New York
Times and USA Today bestselling author of the
Elemental Assassin series—an enthralling tale that combines
magic, murder, intrigue, adventure, and a hint of
In a realm where one’s magical power
determines one’s worth, Lady Everleigh’s lack of obvious
ability relegates her to the shadows of the royal court of
Bellona, a kingdom steeped in gladiator tradition.
Seventeenth in line for the throne, Evie is nothing more
than a ceremonial fixture, overlooked and mostly
But dark forces are at work inside the
palace. When her cousin Vasilia, the crown princess,
assassinates her mother the queen and takes the throne by
force, Evie is also attacked, along with the rest of the
royal family. Luckily for Evie, her secret immunity to magic
helps her escape the massacre.
Forced into hiding to
survive, she falls in with a gladiator troupe. Though they
use their talents to entertain and amuse the masses, the
gladiators are actually highly trained warriors skilled in
the art of war, especially Lucas Sullivan, a powerful magier
with secrets of his own. Uncertain of her future—or if she
even has one—Evie begins training with the troupe until she
can decide her next move.
But as the bloodthirsty
Vasilia exerts her power, pushing Bellona to the brink of
war, Evie’s fate becomes clear: she must become a fearsome
gladiator herself . . . and kill the queen.
ExcerptI hadn't cried myself to sleep since my parents had been
murdered and Vasilia had betrayed me as a child, but that's
what happened. I thought I might dream about the massacre,
but I fell down into the blackness, and I didn't see or hear
anything for the rest of the night.
The sharp point of a sword kissing my throat woke me the
At first, I thought some spider was crawling on me and
tickling my skin with its tiny legs. I tried to flick it
away, but it kept coming back. Slowly, I realized that a
spider wasn't that hard and sharp, and that someone else was
in here. Someone who smelled cold, crisp, and clean, just
like the magic that had coated the front door, along with a
strong undercurrent of hot, peppery anger.
I opened my eyes and looked up to find the magier of the
house looming over me.
He wore a tailored black shirt that stretched across his
firm, muscled chest, along with black leggings and boots. A
long dark gray coat with silver buttons hung off his broad
shoulders. It reminded me of the uniform that Lord Hans had
worn to the luncheon.
The magier looked to be in his early thirties, with sharp
cheekbones, a straight nose, and a strong jaw. His short
dark brown hair gleamed under the fluorestones, and his eyes
were a light, bright, piercing blue—the same blue as the
magic that had shocked me last night. He was quite handsome,
with a powerful, authoritative air that made him even more
attractive. A natural-born leader, and not just because of
his magier power. I drew in another breath, tasting his
scent again. He even smelled good, like crushed ice mixed
with vanilla and a hint of spice.
"And a good morning to you too," I drawled. "Do you greet
all your guests this way?"
"You are not a guest," he growled. "In case you missed it,
this is the part where you start begging for your life."
After everything that had happened yesterday, the threat of
this man running me through with his sword didn't bother me
"Well, go ahead then," I said. "Although it would be a shame
to ruin this jacket with my blood. Is this Andvarian
silkfleece? It's exquisite. Not to mention the pillow.
Floresian down, right?"
I wasn't sure why I said that. Maybe yesterday's horrors had
addled my brain. Or maybe I was simply tired of biting my
tongue. Of always having to do and say the polite thing, the
nice thing, instead of what I really thought and felt. And
what had all that politeness and nicety gotten me?
Nothing—absolutely nothing but memories of death in
my mind, screams echoing in my ears, and the stench of blood
in my nose.
So, no, I wasn't going to cower, and I certainly wasn't
going to beg for anything, not even my own miserable life.
No, from now on, I was going to do and say exactly what I
wanted, when I wanted, and damn the consequences. It was the
first step in keeping that promise I had made to myself to
never be weak and helpless again.
"Who are you?" he growled again. "How did you get in here?"
"The door was open."
It wasn't a total lie. The door had been open . . . after I
had snuffed out all his lightning.
The magier's eyes narrowed, and he dug the point of his
sword a little deeper into my throat. Not enough to break
the skin, but almost. I resisted the urge to retreat and
sink deeper into the pillow propped up behind my head.
"That door is never, ever open," he said in a soft, deadly
voice. "So how did you get in here? What do you want?"
"Well, I, for one, would like to have a civilized
conversation instead of all these vague threats that you
He turned the sword point the tiniest bit, like it was a
nail he was about to hammer into my throat. "My threats are
anything but vague."
"Perhaps vague was the wrong word. How about nonexistent?"
He blinked in surprise. "Nonexistent?"
I shrugged. Well, as much as I could with his sword still at
my throat. "If you really wanted to kill me, you would have
done it while I was sleeping. Not woken me up in such
He didn't say anything. He couldn't argue with my logic.
"So, why don't you let me up, and we can have a normal
conversation like two adults."
My gaze locked with his, and I carefully reached out and
touched my finger to his sword. He tensed, but he let me
slowly push the blade away from my throat. After a moment,
he stepped back, although he kept his weapon raised, ready
to stab me if I did anything he didn't like.
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