Tides of Treachery (Beyond the Faerie Rath Book) by Hanna Park

 

Power was never the danger. Want was.

On Samhain night, with treachery seated beside the throne and the dead stirring beneath the House of Faces, Macha felt him at her back—steady, lethal, far too close. She was meant to hold Ulaid together, not crave the man sworn to protect her. But desire turned every choice into something dangerous.

Ruairi had already crossed death once. Macha was far more dangerous.

Macha stood before him with fire in her eyes while Ulaid cracked apart around her, and every vow he’d sworn strained toward breaking. He was her blade, her shield, the last thing standing between her and the darkness rising through the court. He was never meant to want her like this.

The dead had always spoken to Breda. She never expected them to speak his name.

As the House of Faces began to fracture, the whispers pulled her toward truths long buried within Ulaid—and toward a shadowed man who felt more like a warning than salvation. The dead were no longer content to whisper.

Cian lived with the damage he helped create—and the woman he could not save.

Old magic bound him to grief, guilt, and a past that refused to stay buried. Love had failed them before. It might fail them again.

As Samhain descends, loyalties fracture, the dead grow restless, and Ulaid begins to unravel.

 Review

⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐

One of the reasons I keep returning to Hanna Park's books is that she never takes the easy route. Her stories are always layered with mythology, history, and characters who feel as though they have stepped out of legend, and Tides of Treachery is no exception.

What surprised me most about this book was how quickly I became attached to the characters. I expected to enjoy the mythology—as I always do with this author's work—but it was Macha and Ruairi who kept me turning the pages. I wanted to know what would happen to them and whether they would find a way through the growing dangers surrounding them.

I was also completely fascinated by the House of Faces. Every time it appeared, I found myself slowing down and savouring those scenes. There is something wonderfully unsettling about a castle that remembers its past.

The romance was another highlight for me. It develops gradually and feels earned, which made it all the more satisfying. There were moments that genuinely made me smile, and others that left me worried for the characters.

As someone who has read several of Hanna Park's novels, I think this may be my favourite so far. It has all the elements I've come to expect from her writing—rich folklore, strong characters, and an immersive setting—but there was something about this story that resonated with me a little more deeply.

A book I thoroughly enjoyed and one I will happily recommend to fellow fantasy readers.

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I began my writing career in the pre-dawn of a winter morning while my husband snored like a train. We could call my husband the catalyst. If it weren’t for him, I would never have gone to the kitchen to make a pot of coffee, feed the cat, and sit on the loveseat in front of the fire. It was there, in those moments of wondrous quiet, that I did something I had never thought possible. I opened my laptop, and while the coffee went cold, I wrote a story. My husband had no idea that these sojourns to the loveseat in front of the fire would become a daily occurrence, that writing would become an obsession, but the cat knew. She knows everything.

I write stories that make you laugh, make you cry, and make you love. Thank you, friends, for reading!

In the beginning, there was an empty page.

I am a writer who lives in Muskoka, Canada, with a husband who snores, a hungry cat, and an almost perfect canine––he’s an adorable little shit.

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