I get oddly excited talking about 'The Broken Kingdoms' because it’s the kind of book that sneaks up on you—what looks like an urban fantasy murder mystery soon becomes a meditation on worship, art, and what it costs to be seen. The story centers on Oree Shoth, a young blind woman who ekes out a living as a street artist in a city full of secrets. Oree’s particular way of perceiving the world gives her an unusual relationship with the divine: she doesn’t see gods the way everyone expects, but she senses their effects and their wounds. When a violent, inexplicable death occurs on her street, she gets pulled into an investigation that forces her to confront dangerous, hidden forces.
Along the way familiar threads from the series reappear—gods and godlings, the residue of the power plays from 'The Hundred Thousand Kingdoms', and the troublesome, grieving Trickster, Sieh, who turns up and complicates things. The plot mingles a detective’s sleuthing (who killed whom and why) with intimate, character-driven beats: Oree’s internal life, the moral murk of people who worship power, and the uncanny ways art and faith overlap. There are betrayals, small mercies, and a creativity in worldbuilding that makes the city feel lived-in.
What I love most is the book’s heartbeat: it’s tender toward damaged people, and ruthless toward institutional cruelty. It’s not just a plot about gods being murdered; it’s about how power fractures ordinary lives and how unlikely relationships can become lifelines. Reading it felt like wandering a city at dusk—shadows everywhere, but also moments of terrible, beautiful clarity.