"The human heart has hidden treasures, 
 In secret kept, in silence sealed; 
 The thoughts, the hopes, the dreams, the pleasures, 
 Whose charms were broken if revealed." 
 A unnamed girl, a cold-blooded king, a cursed sculptor, each night to love for and each night a deadly wish. A bloodthirsty demon and a powerful small-god come together to destroy and to create in this beautiful piece of art right from the Arabian folklore. 
 "If you listen long enough to the whispers, you will hear the truth." 
 A Thousand Nights can be compared to a star, as unique and as beautiful. A retelling of the stunning story of One Thousand and One Nights which leaves you utterly speechless. A Thousand Nights is a book which grips you as soon as you read the first words, a truly magical experience, transforming yet keeping the originality. 
 " For one thousand nights, I lived a nightmare in the dark, but when the nights numbered 
 a thousand and one, the nightmare was ended." 
 I didn't read The Wrath and Dawn. Yet. (Yes, I am fool and a lazy person) So I'll be not comparing it to any book I've ever read. 
 The most intriguing thing about the story is the Writing , so beautiful that at times you have to close the book and stare at the walls dumbfounded. It is a book that has topped my list of BEST START. It started with such deadly power and beauty that I had to... with each and every word. 
 "Every time, the story began the same way: Lo-Melkhiin picked one girl and took her back to his qasr to be his wife. Some in his keeping lasted one night, some as many as thirty, but in the end all were food for the sand-crows. Each tribe, every family was at risk. He consumed them the way a careful child eats dates: one at a time, ever searching for the sweetest. In turn, he found none of them to suit." 
 The wives of Lo-Melkhiin( I have a hard time pronouncing his name, that's why I just butchered his last name with Mikekhin or probably something like that) die everyday, nameless and faceless behind their veils, but the cycle finally comes to an end when our unnamed girl marries him and LIVES. He doesn't marry her, she chooses to marry him. 
 "Why?" you might ask. This girl sacrifices everything, makes a death wish only because she wants her elder sister to keep burning, she never wants her to fade out, as she will do when Lo-Melkhiin finally kills her, as the Demon of Death finally claims her into into depths of darkness. 
 "They would wash and prepare me like a bride, but I knew that I was being dressed for death." 
 But she is hella brave and doesn't whine. I love that about her. 
 So she marries the devil, but sometimes she's awestruck at seeing glimpses of a kind heart in that stone cold king. She wonders what actually changed the king. A night passes and people are surprised to see that the queen is not dead. Each day, the people at the qasr pray for her and each morning she still breathes. The hope radiating from this book really sets unexpected endings for me. The hope that something supernatural will happen, the possessed king will become himself again, the queen will live another day. 
 As she lives with prayers from people around her, she finds herself in possession of unnatural power, the power to see future, the power to protect the people of qasr from king's cursed touch. She realizes that she's turning into something far more powerful than the King's demon, she's turning into a small god. As more and more people, from her sister in her father's home to different caravans prays for her, she becomes more and more powerful. The story builds into a intense hotpot filled with raw emotions and unknown powers. The king comes to know that she's different, he wants to own her, to make himself even more powerful, as he knows, that her words will weave the future, her visions will give her glimpses of truth, her powers would make him stronger. But she doesn't cave in. She fights, fights with all her wisdom, with her power. 
 And then comes the day when her father comes to her, asking the king to let her attend her sister wedding, a wedding that the queen created with her thoughts and words. And he lets her go and she realises only after when she reaches her home that her people are preparing to fight against the king. On the other hand, the king sees blood and pain in her family, he things of a cold blooded massacre. All of this come together in an epic ending, unless it's NOT SO EPIC. A great way how to perfectly ruin a book can be taught by E.K. Johnston. Then everything, the thrill, suspense, tension, dark romance that builds up just goes down the drain. It falls flat on the floor. All the sparks that ignited within the book, everything just becomes and moves slightly slower than snails moving over peanut butter. An already the book was moving slow and now it felt like it wasn't moving at all. This book deserves a super 
 It was just unbearable, after everything I've endured, after listening to your stupid weaving methods and how your sheep got stolen, after repetitive mention of unnecessary rituals, you give me this? Why, oh why, did you start with such lines and lift up my expectations? 
 I mean, there's a war of worlds raging in all the sides and you speak about this? 
 "Lady-bless," she said to me, her voice low, "your things will be ready when the hottest part of 
 the day has passed. You will leave then, if that suits your father." 
 "Wait a moment," I said to her, and went back to where my father sat. "Will you be rested enough 
 when the sun goes behind the wall to travel?" I asked him. "Will the camels be?" 
 You wound me, with your laziness, Lady Bless. 
 I have a sole goal in my life, and that is never to DNF a book, but this really tested my will power. 
 for SOMETHING to happen! 
 And after when something does happen there is maybe, 5-6 pages left. You wasted all your paper and ink telling me about the smell of sheep and now you give me an ABRUPT ENDING! 
 The ending was the lamest ending I've ever got, the romance that would have made it more interesting at the end was just absent. The soul satisfying conclusion was NOT THERE.And that is why, I am still a suffering spirit roaming here and there for answers, and I'll surely come in Johnston's dream looking for answers. 
 So in a nutshell,