Into corpses, by Rhen, because at the end of the cursed autumn he turns into a huge monster-a Beast, if you will-and goes on a rampage. Moping around the enchanted rooms and grounds of Ironrose Castle, Rhen only has his royal wingman Grey for company, since his family and all of the servants have been transformed. It’s a tale that’s old as time: Rhen is the eighteen year old crown prince of the kingdom of Emberfall, cursed to repeat the same autumn in a never-ending loop unless he can get a woman to fall in love with him. So when I found out that one of the more prominent recent YA releases is an example of the genre, and that it was on sale in the Kindle store, I demolished that purchase button and eagerly started to read. It’s one of the hokiest, most played-out tropes in all of fiction, and for some reason I can’t get enough of it. Stories about people (preferably kids or teens) getting whisked off from our world into a fantasy setting is something I’ve always had an affinity for. I love portal fantasies, or whatever you want to call them.
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