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Maker of gods mistre
Author: Maria Z. MedinaPage Count: UnknownPublication Date: Expected publication 2026-12-08 APL Look, I am currently surviving entirely on instant ramen that costs thirty-seven cents a packet and the cold, unyielding comfort of the periodic table, which means I have zero patience for this metaphysical nonsense. Maria Z. Medina is dropping the second half of this duology, Maker of Gods, in December 2026, and the official blurb expects us to just accept that a skeletal structural engineer like a necromancer can casually team up with the literal God of Death—who apparently has a "silver tongue" and a "magnetic interest." Right. Because thermodynamics completely breaks down the second you introduce an attractive immortal with cheekbones. Where is the conservation of mass? How does Death even metabolize calories? The Thermodynamic Impossibility of Divine Romance The synopsis leans hard into the trope of enemies-to-lovers with literal deities, which is deeply problematic from a purely physiological standpoint. Azul del Arroyo is just trying to scrape together her sister's calcium deposits—her bones, for crying out loud—while dodging a "blood-red city" called Bremón. But instead of focusing on the glaring lack of atmospheric oxygen required to sustain a population in a city named after crimson hues, the narrative devolves into tactical flirting with a cosmic entity. And look, I am a broke university student drowning in student loan debt and physical chemistry textbooks, so do not talk to me about "the only thing stronger than the divine is human will." Human will cannot even survive a cumulative final exam without a panic attack, let alone overthrow an unmerciful pantheon of awakened immortals. Why the Plot Architecture is Hanging by a Thread The blurb drops names like Nereida, the Count, and the Faceless Witch like we are supposed to remember their entire kinematic trajectory from the first book, Mistress of Bones. They are marching toward Bremón for revenge, which screams bad narrative pacing—everyone converging on the exact same coordinate point because the plot demands a theatrical collision. It is giving high-fantasy contrivance. Leigh Bardugo and Tamsyn Muir walked so these fast-paced, snarky death-adjacent duologies could run on pure vibes and daddy issues, but at least Gideon the Ninth had the decency to explain its necromantic mechanics through some semblance of pseudo-scientific jargon. Here? We just get "lies, games, and gods collide." Cool. Very specific. I love when a synopsis tells me absolutely nothing about the actual vector of the conflict while aggressively name-dropping Six of Crows for the thousandth time like it is a substitute for an original premise. The Final Verdict Before the Rent is Due Will I read it? Obviously, because my brain has been rotted by institutional stress and I need an escape from my TA grading pile. But if Death does not explain his cellular structure or at least cite some basic laws of quantum mechanics while charming Azul in Bremón, I am throwing the paperback directly into the campus recycling bin. Anyway, I need to go figure out why the kitchen sink is currently backing up sludge and threatening my deposit. #makerofgods #fantasybooks #bookstagram #necromancy #sciencedoingtoomuch