A magical detective dives into the affairs of Chicago's divine monsters to secure a future with the love of her life. This sapphic period piece will dazzle anyone looking for mystery, intrigue, romance, magic, or all of the above.
An exiled augur who sold her soul to save her brother's life is offered one last job before serving an eternity in hell. When she turns it down, her client sweetens the pot by offering up the one payment she can't resist―the chance to have a future where she grows old with the woman she loves.
To succeed, she is given three days to track down the White City Vampire, Chicago's most notorious serial killer. If she fails, only hell and heartbreak await.
This had so much potential. C.L. Polk's Even Though I Knew the End is a short novella that could have had more room to breathe if only it had more pages. If there's something you'll have understood about me over these first few months, it's that novellas are really hit and miss for me; often I find them lacking, underdeveloped. This is no exception: I was really excited about the premise, but the excecution left me hanging; both the relationships and the world-building felt like they were missing something.
It's still a solid story, a good mystery with a sweet established relationship at its core. The protagonist struggles with her fate and with the way a fatal decision changed her life, and throughout the story there is good social commentary. I added half a star because the conclusion genuinely surprised me and gave a new meaning to the narration.
Even Though I Knew the End is an entertaining novella, but it wasn't for me.
✨ 3.5 stars
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