White Stag by Kara Barbieri

Permafrost #1

Publisher: Wednesday Books

Publication Date: January 8th, 2019

Rating: 2 Stars

Source: Netgalley

Format: eARC

Pages: 368

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Summary (from Goodreads):

The first book in a brutally stunning series where a young girl finds herself becoming more monster than human and must uncover dangerous truths about who she is and the place that has become her home.

As the last child in a family of daughters, seventeen-year-old Janneke was raised to be the male heir. While her sisters were becoming wives and mothers, she was taught to hunt, track, and fight. On the day her village was burned to the ground, Janneke—as the only survivor—was taken captive by the malicious Lydian and eventually sent to work for his nephew Soren.

Janneke’s survival in the court of merciless monsters has come at the cost of her connection to the human world. And when the Goblin King’s death ignites an ancient hunt for the next king, Soren senses an opportunity for her to finally fully accept the ways of the brutal Permafrost. But every action he takes to bring her deeper into his world only shows him that a little humanity isn’t bad—especially when it comes to those you care about.

Through every battle they survive, Janneke’s loyalty to Soren deepens. After dangerous truths are revealed, Janneke must choose between holding on or letting go of her last connections to a world she no longer belongs to. She must make the right choice to save the only thing keeping both worlds from crumbling.

**I received an eARC of this book in exchange for an honest review**

Trigger warning for mentions of rape.

White Stag is basically a story that follows Janneke, a human thrall to a Goblin master, as he goes on the Hunt, trying to become the next Erlking.

Janneke has lived in the Permafrost, or the chilly world of the goblins, for about 100 years. The synopsis of this book is a bit misleading, I think, because it made me think that it would moreso follow Janneke as she is taken from the human world into the Permafrost, but actually she has been a thrall in the Permafrost for almost 100 years now. This book picks up as Janneke is accompanying Soren to wait for the Erlking to die and the White Stag to run off so the goblins can chase it and find out who the next Erlking will be. It also turns out that she is adapting so well to living in the Permafrost that she is losing her humanity and becoming a Goblin herself.

I liked Janneke well enough. She has really found herself in a conundrum. She finds herself becoming a monster, but some events in this book have her questioning what her definition of a monster is and whether it is actually strictly goblin or if there's more to it than that. She is also struggling with what happened to her as she was taken from the human world. The goblin that took her in brutally raped her and mutilated one of her breasts while he was at it.

These two facts were brought up over and over and over again. And while I definitely sympathize with Janneke and understand why she hates Lydian so much and wants to Soren to be Erlking over him, I don't think these facts needed to be thrust in our faces so often. What happened to her was horrible and Lydian is definitely a bastard, and perhaps having to be around him so much with the Hunt going on is bringing back traumatic memories for her, but it was still brought up way more than was truly necessary.

Janneke is definitely strong to be able to survive what she has and to live among the Goblins for so long without dying. She is also dealing with leftover feelings of guilt about surviving the attack on her village while her entire family and everyone else was slaughtered. She is wondering what her loved ones would think of her as she's becoming less human. She really needs to catch a break.

Soren is the love interest and Janneke's 'master'. But he doesn't really treat her so much like a thrall. It has been a week or so since I finished this book and I honestly don't remember that much about Soren. I did like him while I was reading the story and he wasn't totally awful and I liked him and Janneke together, but he was not a super interesting character. There was nothing to him, he definitely needed a lot of development.

The other important character is the villain, Lydian. He is the one who, I think, led the attack on Janneke's village and originally took her in as a thrall. He would frequently ask her things like, "What happens when the serpent stops eating it's tail?" And it's clearly something important to Lydian, he thinks it's something that could disrupt their world. It's not something that really gets any attention, but at the end of the book there is a vague mention of it. I'm still confused about this part of the book?

While I did like the romance in this book, it really wasn't exciting. It didn't feel like anything special, and it was kinda forgettable.

There is next to no world building in this book. I'm confused about most aspects of this world in general.

I'm confused about the thralls. Besides Janneke, I remember one other thrall being mentioned. Goblins seem to need human thralls to perform tasks for them that they can't do for themselves. I think it is a concept similar to in An Enchantment of Ravens where the fae can't do "Craft" so instead they pay humans to do these things for them. But in this book, goblins just kidnap humans to perform these tasks for them. But I don't recall there ever being any kind of explanation as to what kind of tasks goblins can't perform and why? I feel like that is important to the overall concept of thralls? It seems like, if there are tasks that they can't perform themselves, goblins would need thralls, and therefore there should be more mentions of them? Basically the task that Janneke performs for Soren is listening/spying. Probably not something that he physically cannot do himself.

So, the overall plot of the book is that they are on the Hunt to determine the new Erlking. But if I remember correctly, at the beginning, it kind of sounded like there would be so many groups on this Hunt, trying to kill the stag. And it kind of sounded like it could be dangerous? But besides the group that she is in, they meet one other group of goblins on their overall journey. That's not really what I was expecting, I guess. They find some trouble from some creatures that I think were supposed to be dragons, but I thought they were just giant worms like that one huge worm that causes trouble in some episode of Spongebob. That's what I was picturing. There were several other creatures that throw a wrench into their plans too, but I was thinking that other goblins would be more of a problem than they were.

Another thing, for a book that is supposed to overall kind of be a journey, there really aren't much for traveling scenes. There are a few, but for the most part it felt to me like they were in one place, then oh, they were in another, then all of a sudden they were in yet another.

Lastly, the goblins in this book were described as being beautiful and that just doesn't fit with everything I think I know about goblins. It sounds like it might be some kind of glamour, but still, that doesn't feel right.

Overall, I found this book fun to read at the moment. But after the fact, I am left with a lot of questions and not a lot of recollection of what actually happened in this book. The premise of the Hunt and finding the next Erlking is super interesting, but the characters are mostly boring and the world and journey are too.

I am kind of curious to see what happens in the future of this series, but probably not curious enough to pay money to find out. This is not a book that I would personally recommend to someone.

Have you read White Stag yet? What did you think of it?

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White Stag by Kara Barbieri

Permafrost #1

Publisher: Wednesday Books

Publication Date: January 8th, 2019

Pages: 368

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ABOUT THE BOOK:

White Stag, the first book in a brutally stunning series by Kara Barbieri, involves a young girl who finds herself becoming more monster than human and must uncover dangerous truths about who she is and the place that has become her home. 

As the last child in a family of daughters, seventeen-year-old Janneke was raised to be the male heir. While her sisters were becoming wives and mothers, she was taught to hunt, track, and fight. On the day her village was burned to the ground, Janneke—as the only survivor—was taken captive by the malicious Lydian and eventually sent to work for his nephew Soren.

Janneke’s survival in the court of merciless monsters has come at the cost of her connection to the human world. And when the Goblin King’s death ignites an ancient hunt for the next king, Soren senses an opportunity for her to finally fully accept the ways of the brutal Permafrost. But every action he takes to bring her deeper into his world only shows him that a little humanity isn’t bad—especially when it comes to those you care about.

Through every battle they survive, Janneke’s loyalty to Soren deepens. After dangerous truths are revealed, Janneke must choose between holding on or letting go of her last connections to a world she no longer belongs to. She must make the right choice to save the only thing keeping both worlds from crumbling.

ABOUT THE AUTHOR:

Author’s Twitter handle: @PandeanPanic

Kara Barbieri is a writer living in the tiny town of Hayward, Wisconsin. An avid

fantasy fan, she began writing White Stag at eighteen and posting it to Wattpad

soon after under the name of ‘Pandean’. When she’s not writing, you can find her

marathoning Buffy the Vampire Slayer, reviving gothic fashion, and jamming to

synthpop.

EXCERPT:

1. MASQUERADE

THE FIRST THING I learned as a hunter was how to hide. There was a skill in disappearing in the trees like the wind and merging into the river like stones; masquerading yourself as something you weren’t was what kept you alive in the end. Most humans didn’t think the masquerade was as important as the kill, and most humans ended up paying for it with their lifeblood.

Here, as the only mortal in a hall of monsters, I was very glad that I was not most humans.

I kept my steps silent and my back straight as I passed beneath the white marble pillars. My eyes flickered around me every so often, counting hallways, retracing my steps, so I could escape at a moment’s notice. The Erlking’s palace was treacherous, full of twists and turns, stairways that led into nowhere, and places where the hallways dropped to gaping chasms. According to Soren, there were also hollow spaces in the walls where you could slink around unnoticed to the mundane and the monstrous eye, but you could hear and see all that went on in the open world. The lair of a king, I thought bitterly. I dared not say it out loud in case someone was near. But beside me, Soren sensed my disgust and made a sound deep in his throat. It could’ve been agreement.

Soren examined his king’s palace with the usual contempt; his cold, calculating eyes took in everything and betrayed nothing. His lips turned down in a frown that was almost etched permanently into his face. Sometimes I forgot he was capable of other expressions. He didn’t even smile when he was killing things; as far as goblins went, that was a symptom of chronic depression. He lifted his bored gaze at the gurgling, choking sound coming from his right, and it took all my willpower not to follow his line of sight. When I felt the subtle whoosh of power transfer from one body to the next, my fingers twitched to where I’d slung my bow, only to remember too late that it had been left at the entrance of the keep in accordance with ancient tradition.

A scream echoed off the cavernous passageways as we made our way to the great hall where everyone gathered. It sent chills down my spine with its shrillness before it was abruptly cut off. Somehow, that made me shiver even more. Ancient tradition and custom aside, nothing could stop a goblin from killing you if that was what they desired. My hand reached for my nonexistent bow again, only to be captured by cold, pale fingers.

Soren’s upper lip curled, but his voice was low and steady. “The next time you reach for a weapon that isn’t there might be the last time you have hands to reach with,” he warned. “A move like that will invite conflict.”

I yanked myself away from his grip and suppressed the urge to wipe my hand on my tunic like a child wiping away cooties. “Force of habit.”

Soren shook his head slightly before continuing on, his frown deepening with each step he took.

“Don’t look so excited. Someone might get the wrong idea.”

He raised a fine white eyebrow at me. “I don’t look excited. I’m scowling.”

I bit back a sigh. “It’s sarcasm.”

“I’ve told you before, I don’t understand it,” he said.

“None of goblinkind understands sarcasm,” I said. “In another hundred years I’m going to lose my understanding completely.”

Another hundred years. It hadn’t hit me yet, not until I said it out loud. Another hundred years. It had been a hundred years since my village was slaughtered, a hundred years as a thrall in Soren’s service. Well, ninety-nine years and eight months, anyway, but who’s counting? Despite the century passing by, I still looked the same as I had when I was forcefully brought into this cursed land. Or, at least, mostly; the scars on my chest hadn’t been there a hundred years ago, and the now-hollow spot where my right breast should have been burned. The four months when I’d belonged to another were not something I liked to think about. I still woke up screaming from nightmares about it. My throat went dry and I swallowed. Soren isn’t Lydian.

“You look tense,” Soren said, breaking me out of my thoughts. I’d crossed my arms over my chest. Not good. A movement like that was a sign of weakness. It was obvious to everyone that I was the weakest being here, but showing it would do me no good.

“I’m fine,” I said. “I just don’t like this place.”

“Hmm,” Soren said, eyes flickering around the hall. “It does lack a certain touch.”

“What does that even mean?” I asked.

“The entire design of the palace is trite and overdone.”

I blinked. “Okay, then.”

By now we’d entered the great hall where the reception was held. Every hundred years, the goblins were required to visit the Erlking and swear their fealty. Of course, their loyalty only extended to him as long as he was the most powerful—goblins weren’t the type of creature to follow someone weaker than themselves.

The palace, for what it was worth, was much grander than most other parts of the goblin domain. Soren’s manor was all wood, stone, and ice, permanently freezing. Nothing grew—I knew because I had tried multiple times to start a garden—but the roots never took to the Permafrost. Here, it was warm, though not warm enough that I couldn’t feel the aching chill deep in my bones. The walls were made of pure white marble with intricate designs far above what a goblin was capable of creating, and streaked with yellow and red gold like open veins. It was obviously made by humans. Goblinkind were incredible predators and hunters, gifted by the Permafrost itself, but like all creatures, they had their flaws. The inability to create anything that wasn’t used for destruction was one of the main reasons humankind were often stolen from their lands on raids and put to work in the Permafrost.

Soren’s scowl deepened as we passed under a canopy of ice wrought to look like vines and flowers. “I feel like I need to vomit,” he said.

I stopped in my tracks. “Really?” I swore, if I ended up having to clean up Soren’s vomit …

He glanced at me, a playful light in his lilac eyes. “Sarcasm? Did I do it right?”

“No.” I forced myself not to roll my eyes. “Sarcasm would be when you use irony to show your contempt.”

“Irony?” He shook his head, his long white hair falling into his face.

“Saying one thing when you mean the other, dramatically.”

“This is beneath me,” he muttered. Then, even quieter, he said, “This place is in dire need of a redecoration.”

“I’m not even entirely sure what to say to that.” With those words, he flashed me a wicked grin that said little and suggested much. I turned away, actually rolling my eyes this time. For a powerful goblin lord, Soren definitely had the ability to act utterly childish. It could be almost endearing at times. This, however, was not one of those times.

In the hall, the gazes on the back of my neck were sharp as knives. I kept my head straight, trying my hardest not to pay attention to the wolfish faces of the other attendees.

From a distance they could almost be mistaken for human. They varied in size and shape and the color of their skin, hair, and eyes much like humans did. But even so, there was a sharpness to their features, a wildness, that could never be mistaken for human. The figures dressed in hunting leathers, long and lean, would only seek to torment me if I paid them any attention. As the only human in the hall, I was a curiosity. After all, what self-respecting goblin would bring a thrall to an event as important as this? Thatcould very easily get me killed, and I wasn’t planning on dying anytime soon. My hand almost twitched again, but I stopped it just in time, heeding Soren’s warning.

We finally crossed the floor to where the Erlking sat. Like Soren’s, the Goblin King’s hair was long. But unlike Soren, whose hair was whiter than the snow, the Erlking’s hair was brown. Not my brown, the color of fallen leaves, underbrush, and dark cherry wood, but murky, muddy brown. It was the color of bog mud that sucks down both humans and animals alike and it somehow managed to make his yellow-toned skin even sallower. He was the strongest of all goblins, and I hated him for it. I also feared him—I was smart enough for that—but the fear was drowned out by the blood rushing in my ears as I locked eyes with Soren’s king.

Soren turned to me. “Stay here.” His eyes turned hard, the glimmer of light leaving them. Whatever softness he had before drained away until what was left was the hard, cold killer he was known to be, and with it went the last shreds of warmth in his voice. “Until I tell you otherwise.” Subtly, he jerked his pointer finger at the ground in a wordless warning.

I bowed my head. “Don’t take too long.”

“I don’t plan to,” he said, more to himself than to me, before approaching the Erlking’s throne. He went to one knee. “My king.”

I eyed Soren from underneath the curtain of my hair. His hands were clenched in fists at his sides. He must’ve sensed something from the Erlking, from the other goblins, something. Whatever it was, it wasn’t good. Cautiously, I directed my gaze to the Goblin King himself, aware that if I looked at him the wrong way, I might be inviting my own death. While the behavior and treatment of thralls varied widely among goblins, I had a feeling submissiveness was required for any human in the Erlking’s path.

This close, the Erlking’s eyes were dark in his shriveled husk of skin and there was a tinge of sickness in the air as he breathed his raspy breaths. His eyes flickered up to meet mine and I bowed my head again. Don’t attract attention.

Soren spat out the vows required of him in the old tongue of his kind, the words gravelly and thick. He paused every so often, like he was waiting for when he would be free to drive his hand through his king’s chest, continuing on with disappointment every time.

The tension around the room grew heavier, pressing down on those gathered. Somehow, like dogs sniffing out blood, they all knew the king was weak. Beautiful she-goblins and terrifying goblin brutes were all standing there waiting until it was legal to kill him.

Beside the weakened king’s throne, a white stag rested on a pile of rushes. Its eyes were closed, its breath slow. Its skin and antlers shone with youth, but the ancient power it leaked pressed heavy against my shoulders. That power was older than anything else in the world—maybe older than the world itself.

Goblins were, before all things, hunters. Born to reap and not to sow. Cursed with pain upon doing any action that did not in some way fit into the power the Permafrost gave them, the goblins fittingly had the submission of the stag as the symbol of their king’s ultimate power. Until it runs.

I didn’t want to think about what happened after that.

Soren continued to say his vows. The guttural language was like ice shards to my ears, and I shuddered. Catching myself about to fidget, I dug my fingers into my thigh. Control yourself, Janneke, I thought. If they can do it, you can.

A soft voice whispered in my ear, “Is that you, Janneka?” His breath tickled the back of my neck, and every muscle in my body immediately locked. Icy dread trickled down my spine, rooting me in place.

Don’t pay attention to him. He’ll go away.

“I know you can hear me, sweetling.”

Yes, I could hear him, and the sound of his voice made me want to vomit. My mouth went dry.

CREDIT: WHITE STAG by KARA BARBIERI Copyright © 2018 by the author and reprinted by permission of Wednesday Books.

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