I haven’t read fantasy with such a sense of wonder in ages.
The Hundred Thousand Kingdoms is simply a delight to read. Everything from the characters to the setting and magic is beautiful. The language is lyrical, and yet not so dense that you become lost. In some places, it’s honestly like reading poetry.
Forget the rules-based magic we’ve come to love from Sanderson and Weeks, and dive into a story of gods and betrayal with a deep current of mysticism throughout.
(Also, how fantastic to see a non-male, non-white protagonist shine).
It’s one of those book you know you’ll be re-reading and cherishing for years to come. I highly recommend it as an essential for any fantasy aficionado’s collection.