Brash, cocky, and unbeatable with a sword (well, almost), Sam of Haywood is the most promising Paladin trainee in the kingdom of Thule… and knows it. The only problem is that Sam is really Lady Samantha, daughter of the seventeenth Duke of Haywood, and if her father has his way, she’ll be marrying a Paladin, not becoming one.
But Sam has never held much interest in playing damsel-in-distress, and so she rescues herself from a lifetime of boredom and matrimonial drudgery. Disguised as a boy, Sam leaves home behind to fight demons-—the most dangerous monsters in Thule—-alongside the kingdom’s elite warriors. Pity that Tristan Lyons, the Paladin assigned to train her, is none other than the hero of her childhood. He hasn’t recognized her–yet–but if he does, he’ll take away her sword and send her packing.
Sam is not the only trainee hiding secrets: Braeden is a half-demon with a dark past that might be unforgivable. Whether he can be trusted is anyone’s guess, including his.
As demons wreak havoc across the land, rebellion stirs in the West, led by a rival faction of warriors.
A war between men is coming, and Sam must pick a side. Will saving the kingdom cost her life–or just her heart?
My rating: One and a half worm!
I was kindly given a copy of this ARC in exchange for an honest review.
Paladin enticed me with its freaking amazing premise, I mean a girl looking for justice for her mother’s death who joins a group of soldiers pretending to be a boy where she befriends a half-demon?
It was fucking awesome!
Unfortunately, and yes there is an “unfortunately”, this book is nothing we haven’t seen before, including a lame MC who is, despite the summary, a typical damsel in distress whose only “badass” moments are when she says stupid and offensive things and then goes crying to arms of her two love interests when the bad guys come at her.
Sigh.
The story starts of well, despite her “I’m not like other girls crap” moment:
“He is young, handsome and wealthy. A catch by most ladies standards.”
She lifted her chin defiantly, “I am not most ladies.”
But I was willing to let it pass, the book had just begun and Sam could grow into a decent character, right?
No.
The pibotal moment of the novel is when Sam’s mother is killed by a demon. After storming out of an argument with her father, during which he gave her a deadline to find a husband, her mother goes to find her in the woods.
Her character and death were extremely important for the story; she is the one who understands that Sam’s oddness are not a phase or something to fix but rather who she is, and she respects her daughter as person besides of loving her like her daughter. Her death, and being left in the care of her father, were things that truly shaped Sam’s character, or at least it would have if she had had any character development at all.
Tsalene’s death was too fast and of little importance to Sam, she got over it the second Tristan (one of the love interests) entered the scene.
I just couldn’t take it seriously, this is the only person in the world who seemed to understand her, her rock and confidant, and when she dies she’s just “Oh no, she died! This is so sad but it’s in the past now, I have to move on.” NO! She should be screaming bloody murder, or silent as a stone, cold, trying not to feel anything. But no, her death is meaningless, just an excuse for Sam to join the guard and begin the story, and that really pissed me off.
From that point onwards, things started to get worse.
The description says Sam is cocky and brash, she is the best Paladin in training after all! But, despite everything, Sam wasn’t a strong female character and I hate when authors think that male equals strong, because this is what the author tried to do here.
You don’t need to hate all things girly to be strong, you can wear a freaking dress and be strong, not just physically but mentally. You can kick as many ass as you want but what really defines strength in a person is their will, their character, Sam lacks in all departments and yet the story thinks that because it presents a girl who hates girly things, who can’t do shit to save her life but that for some reason everybody (especially guys, because their opinion is the only one that matters here) says she is badass, then it’s creating a good, strong female character.
Something that bothered me a lot was how Sam always felt like she had to apologize for being good at fighting, whenever everybody complimented her or said “Damn, you kicked my ass!” She would hurry to try and make the dude feel better, blush included. It was as if she couldn’t be better than them, even though she trained harder, just because… why? Because she was a girl?
And yet, despite being one of the best with a sword and again, the summary promising us that Sam “is far from being a damsel in distress” all she did when in danger was being a freaking damsel in distress!
I have no clue on how to fight, and yet I knew more than Sam! It wasn’t hard, really, because as asomewhat rational person, I knew that the best way to evade an attacker was to mmm… I don’t know, dodge, run? instead of LYING ON THE FUCKING GROWND IN FEETAL POSITION WAITING FOR SOMEBODY TO RESCUE ME.
And don’t even get me started on the blushing, I don’t know what is it with YA authors and their blushing heroines but you need to stop. Yes, blushing is something natural that cannot be controlled, God knows I know that, but this girl blushed every fucking second! And for no reason at all, she could be eating popcorn and she would divert her gaze to her lap, while a deep red stained her cheeks.*Reads dramatically*
“Braden’s silver eyebrows disappeared into his hairline. Sam blushed.”
“Her face flamed to red. “You did not.””
“Sam looked down at his lap, his face slowly flaming to red.
“I lost to Tristan today.”
“You do that a lot.” Braden said.
“Do what?”
“Blush.””
Sam found herself blushing.
Sam blushed a brilliant shade of red, dropping his wrist. “S-sorry,” he said, stammering. “I was just curious.”
Sam stammered, hoping that the shadowy light was poor enough to hide her blush.
Sam blushed in spite of herself, not that it would show through all her war paint.
Sam was grateful that he couldn’t see her blush.
She blushed just thinking about it.
And then, the cherry on top of the rotten cake:
“Your feet. They look funny.” Gods, she never giggled. Wearing a dress must have addled her brain. Her giggles increased.
Are you fucking kidding me? First, the whole idea that wearing a dress makes you dumb because it makes you feminine is just… you can’t… fuck this entire idea. Fuck the idea that anything feminine is dumb or unworthy or less.
AND she always giggles, it’s one thing that bothered me about Sam, because just like her blushes I have no clue on why this girl is fucking giggling.
She giggled at his formality, her cheeks dimpling.
Tristan’s mouth flapped open and closed a few times. Sam had to restrain an errant giggle.
Once Master Collop was no longer in sight, a helpless giggle escaped Sam’s lips.
The writing style was alright, though I didn’t care in particular for any of the characters, their emotions were too simplified, one moment they were alright and then it would go “Now he was angry, now he was upset!” Mmm… alright. It wasn’t believable.
The chapters were narrated in third person and corresponded to the three main characters, Sam, Braden and Tristan but sometimes one character new thoughts and reactions that it was impossible they would know, like the author forgot who she was writing about and started switching back and forth, it could be annoying sometimes.
Not recommended.



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