The legendary City of Brass, Daevabad is set in a world of dijin, ifrits, marids and daevas. The City of Brass is such a richly detailed world. There is a lot of information and history that unfolds and adds to the story, however, there were at points it was a lot to take in. A lot of setup for the trilogy I think; while the plot isn’t slow the last half of the book wanders a little.
In City of Brass, we have alternating chapters between Nhari and Ali. Nhari has such style and a very smart, witty personality. She stays in touch with her humanity throughout the story and ultimately just wants to be herself. I loved her street smarts and the way she portrays an uncertainty which adds to the realism of the story. All the characters were well written. As most have a long history (being immortal and all that), they are really diverse. No clear big bad just yet – which adds to the feeling of a setup novel.
There isn’t a whole lot of moody teenager, thankfully! While there are a few cliches City of Brass is a nice blend of fantasy and romance. I loved the Egyptian backdrop – it made for a fun story and unique and different read. Chakraborty definitely has more of a focus on exploring the world and political climate than the romance. Which is refreshing as we do start to go down the old love triangle trope. However, not as cookie-cutter as Ali and Nhari haven’t acted on anything yet. It is definitely a slow burn romance and so doesn’t take over the feeling of the book.
Not amazing but I’m intrigued enough to pick up the next one due early 2019. I found the climax a little unfulfilling and a few of the characters made a couple of really out-of-character decisions to me. HOWEVER… I really feel like this was mainly background and set up for the series so I’ll reserve my judgment.
ABOUT CITY OF BRASS
Nahri has never believed in magic. Certainly, she has power; on the streets of 18th century Cairo, she’s a con woman of unsurpassed talent. But she knows better than anyone that the trade she uses to get by—palm readings, zars, healings—are all tricks, sleights of hand, learned skills; a means to the delightful end of swindling Ottoman nobles.
But when Nahri accidentally summons an equally sly, darkly mysterious djinn warrior to her side during one of her cons, she’s forced to accept that the magical world she thought only existed in childhood stories is real. For the warrior tells her a new tale: across hot, windswept sands teeming with creatures of fire, and rivers where the mythical marid sleep; lies Daevabad, the legendary city of brass, a city to which Nahri is irrevocably bound.
In that city, behind gilded brass walls laced with enchantments, behind the six gates of the six djinn tribes, old resentments are simmering. And when Nahri decides to enter this world, she learns that true power is fierce and brutal. That magic cannot shield her from the dangerous web of court politics. That even the cleverest of schemes can have deadly consequences.
After all, there is a reason they say be careful what you wish for…