Book Review | The Emperor’s Wolves by Michelle Sagara

Goodreads’ Rating: ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

The Emperor’s Wolves is a new perspective on the already fascinating world of Elantra found in The Chronicles of Elantra series.

What I Loved

I love that Severn is like a whole new character and one of my new favorites. In The Chronicles, he is a solid support character – unwaveringly good, tried and true, the person you would want backing you up in precarious situations. In this book, where he is the main character, I saw and experienced him with new eyes, and I am in awe. He is incredibly complex, and each of his layers is peeled away slowly as the story unravels. That peeling away of the layers moves the plot forward as much as the murder investigation does – it is that essential and integral an aspect of the story. I don’t want to say anymore because I feel like it would spoil the story to do so, but I will settle on saying just ”Wow.” I love every little nuance of this character.

I also love learning about the Wolves law enforcement department. In The Chronicles, they are just as much of a mystery as Severn, so learning more about the law enforcement agencies in this intricate world is a reason alone to read this book. The difference between the Wolves and the Hawks is described in more detail than ever before, enabling me to feel like I have a complete picture of the different agencies within the Hall and how/why they exist.

Mysteries and fantasies are my two favorite book genres. As in each book of The Chronicles, I love how this novel is a mystery set in a fantasy world—as such, solving the mystery of who committed the crime is that much more complicated and entertaining to figure out. Severn is a professional detective, and as such, the story is told in that police procedural / hard-boiled mystery vein. And both areas – fantasy and mystery – are equally as strong, with one not conceding to the other at any point in the story.

Lastly, I loved the relationship/connection between Severn and Kaylin even more after reading this story. Learning more of their back story and discovering how far back it goes brought a whole new element to their relationship and made me realize how complex and genuine it is, more so than I ever was aware in The Chronicles.

To Read or Not to Read

If you have read any books in The Chronicles of Elantra series, you will instantly fall in love with this book and the characters as you quickly realize that there is so much more to their story.

Thank you to NetGalley and the publisher for providing me with an advanced copy of this book in exchange for an honest review.

About the Book

Author: Michelle Sagara
ISBN: 9780778309918
Publication Date: 10/13/20
Publisher: MIRA Books

Set in the bestselling world of The Chronicles of Elantra, THE EMPEROR’S WOLVES is a prequel spin-off based on a fan-favorite character, and broadens the beloved fantasy world with another action-packed tale of intrigue and magic.

As an orphan scrounging in the lawless slums, young Severn Handred didn’t have the luxury of believing in anything beyond his own survival. Now he’s crossed the river and entered the heart of the empire: the city of Elantra. When Severn is spotted tailing some lawmen of the Hawks—a not insignificant feat to go otherwise undetected—the recruiter for the Imperial Wolves thinks he should join their ranks. The Wolves are a small, select group that work within the Halls of Law, reporting directly to the Eternal Emperor. Severn hopes to avoid the law—he certainly had no intention of joining it.

In order to become a wolf—even on probation—Severn must face the investigators most dreaded throughout the Empire: The Tha’alani, readers of minds. No secret is safe from their prying, no knowledge can remain buried. But Severn’s secret, never shared before, is not enough to prevent the Wolves from adopting him as one of their own. All men have secrets, after all. Severn’s first job will be joining a hunt, but between the treacherous politics of the High Court, the almost unnatural interest of one of the Lords, and those who wish long-held secrets to remain buried forever, the trick will be surviving it.

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About the Author

Michelle Sagara is an author, book­seller, and lover of liter­ature based in Toronto. She writes fantasy novels and lives with her husband and her two children, and to her regret has no dogs. Reading is one of her life-long passions, and she is some­times paid for her opinions about what she’s read by the venerable Magazine of Fantasy and Science Fiction. No matter how many book­shelves she buys, there is Never Enough Shelf space. Ever.

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For much of his life, throne rooms and audience chambers had been a grueling exercise in humiliation; humiliation was always the outcome when one had no power. His presence in a throne room was meant to emphasize that utter lack of power. He was called. He came. He stood—or knelt—at the foot of the platform that led to the raised throne.

There he had remained, while the disappointment of his lord made itself known.

There were significant differences between this throne room, this audience chamber, and the throne room of his youth. An act of war had given him a freedom he had never before possessed.

And the actor in that action occupied the current throne as a force of nature, uneasily caged by masks of civility and mundane governance. Elluvian had been announced; he had been given permission—or an order—to approach the Imperial Presence. His steps across the runner that covered worked stone were as loud as his breathing.

Before him sat the Eternal Emperor, Dariandaros of the Ebon Flight. Neither name had been used by any of the Emperor’s subjects for centuries. Elluvian, however, remembered. The only freedom he had ever known had occurred because of war. At the end of the third war, the Dragon Emperor had demanded oaths of allegiance from each and every Barrani adult who had survived it and intended to live within the boundaries of the Empire.

Elluvian had offered his willingly. He had offered it without reservation. Had the Emperor demanded Elluvian swear a blood oath, a binding oath, he would have done so without hesitation. The Emperor did not demand his True Name. Anything else, he could live with. Nonbinding oaths were just words.

He knelt.

“Rise,” the Emperor said. The undercurrents of his voice filled the vaulted ceilings above with a distinctly draconic rumble. Elluvian obeyed, meeting the Emperor’s gaze for the first time; the Dragon’s eyes were orange, but the orange was tinged with gold.

No discussion between Emperor and subject was private. The Imperial guard and the Imperial aides were omnipresent; an Imperial secretary or three were positioned by the throne to take notes where notes were necessary.

“Approach the throne.”

Elluvian was aware that of all the Barrani—each forced to offer an oath of allegiance to the Emperor directly—only a handful were allowed to approach the throne. It was not considered, by most of his kin, an honor. Were any of those disapproving kin to be present, they would have obeyed regardless. Just as Elluvian did.

The Imperial guards stepped back.

“You look peaked, old friend,” the Emperor said, when the guards were standing as far from the Emperor as they were willing to go.

“You did not summon me here to discuss my health.”

“Ah, no. But I have been informed that I lack certain social graces, and it seems incumbent on me to practice.”

Elluvian raised a brow. His eyes were blue; Barrani blue denoted many things. At the moment, he was annoyed. Annoyed and tired.

“Very well. The Halls of Law seem to be having some minor difficulty.” When Elluvian failed to reply, the Emperor continued. “In particular, and of interest to you, the difficulty involves the Wolves.” Of course it did. The Halls of Law were divided into three distinct divisions: the Hawks, the Swords, and the Wolves. The only division of relevance to Elluvian was the Wolves.

Elluvian exhaled. “Again.”

“Indeed.” The Emperor’s eyes remained orange; the orange, however, did not darken toward red, the color of Dragon anger.

Elluvian bowed his head for one long moment. His eyes, he knew, were now the blue of anger and frustration. In a life considered, by the youthful Barrani and Dragon kin, long, failure was not the worst thing to happen to him. But consistent failure remained humiliating—and no Barrani wished their failures dissected by Dragons. He struggled to contain emotion, to submerge it.

In this, too, he failed.

“I have never understood why you wish to create this division of mortal Wolves. We have power structures developed over a longer stretch of time, and we have not descended to barbarism or savagery. Those who have power rule those who do not.”

“That is what the animals do. Those with power rule those with less. We are not animals.”

Elluvian’s mood was dark enough, the sting of failure dragging it down in a spiral that had no good end. Humans, who comprised the vast majority of mortals within the Empire, were one step up from animals, with their unchanging, fixed eye colors, their ability to propagate, their short, inconsequential lives.

“I do not understand the Empire you are attempting to build. I have never understood it, and the centuries I have spent observing it have not surrendered answers.” The admission of ignorance was costly.

For a man who professed not to want to rule by power, his form of communication was questionable. He commanded, and those who had survived the wars and sworn personal loyalty to the Emperor—most Barrani, given the sparsity of Dragons by that time—obeyed.

Elluvian had been summoned. The summons was, in theory, an invitation, but Elluvian was not naive. The oath of service had weight and meaning to both the Emperor who had demanded it and the man who had offered that vow.

Mortals were not a threat to either the Barrani or the Dragons, but many of the Imperial systems of governance—the Emperor’s word—were most concerned with those very mortals. The Emperor had created the Halls of Law, with Swords and Hawks to police the mortals who vastly outnumbered those who rose above time and age. He had also created the Wolves.

“No,” the Emperor replied.

Excerpted from The Emperor’s Wolves by Michelle Sagara, Copyright © 2020 by Michelle Sagara Published by MIRA Books

11 Replies to “Book Review | The Emperor’s Wolves by Michelle Sagara”

  1. I’ve seen this series around, but haven’t read it. Your interview really makes me want to – Severn sounds like an awesome, complex character.

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    1. I only subtly noticed him in the original series but in this series where he is front and center – wow, what an awesome character ❤️

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  2. I like that there’s a mystery to solve as well. I haven’t read the series, though, but it does sound like a good one. More complex than the average fantasy (which, let’s face it, can already be rather complex).

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    1. Very complex! I enjoy it so much when my two favorite genres are mixed together and Sagara does it very well.

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  3. I like the idea of a mystery set in a fantasy world. Severn sounds like a great character. Should I EVER make a dent in my TBR, this would be one I’d consider adding.

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    1. I loved that it mixed my two favorite genres and did it very well. Severn is a wonderfully complex lead. I definitely look forward to more ❤️


  4. I put the first book in my wishlist, Tessa. The worldbuilding sounds awesome, and like the other commenters noted, the blend of genres is intriguing. 🙂

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