#kingdom of the wicked

convincing you to read kingdom of the wicked because the sequel comes out in 10 days!

this post won’ t contain any major spoilers, but a few slips might happen-

Let’s start out with the premise :)

It’s basically a historical fiction- a murder mystery, based in the 1800s in Italy. BUT IT’S NOT JUST ANY OTHER MURDER MYSTERY, it has witches and super hot demons and not so hot hunters and- and chefs<3 AND POSSIBLY THE BEST FANTASY ENEMIES TO LOVERS I’VE SEEN IN A WHILE.

I cannot begin to explain how beautiful the entire ambience of this book is,,, the town in Italy is a very warm, cozy, and welcoming place. So that makes the whole murder situation even eerier and more intriguing. This isn’t one of those mysteries where you can guess from the start who it’s gonna be, and the murder part isn’t that IN YOUR FACE. It’s delicately woven throughout the rest of the plot. There’s a lot of chilling stuff going on, everyone has secrets and everyone is super sexy and scary- all in all this makes for the perfect autumnal read :)

PLOT!!

We start out with two twin witches who’s family owns a restaurant (i mean those lucky bitches get to COOK AND BAKE AND DO WITCHCRAFT ALL DAY LIKE- *dream life*)

Emilia and Vittoria dicarlo- one of them is super outgoing and loud and EDGY- she isn’t like other girls!! she has secret affairs and gets in trouble all the time,,, the other is kind of chill and reserved and loving.

BUT THEN SOMETHING LIFE CHANGING HAPPENS- one of them makes a mistake and ends up six feet under.

Now, witchcraft is like super illegal because women with gifts and knowledge are a threat to society!! Witches have been ending up dead in many towns across Italy and since witchcraft is super hush hush, our protagonist can’t exactly ask the police for help. So she does one better- SHE ASKS THE FUCKING PRINCE OF HELL- wrath. Go big or go home honey :)))

The magic system in this book is really interesting because it’s quite realistic- they use herbs and blessed candles and chalk and really aesthetically pleasing things. Some witches practice dark magic and go nuts because they have these visions which is so cool. The twins come from an ancient family of witches and their nonna is super badass and grumpy i love her.

The villains(seggsy antiheroes?) are the malvachi aka the princes of hell. Each prince has domain over one deadly sin(pride, envy, wrath etc). And they can like control those emotions which IS SO SICKK aaahhhh. Throughout the story, the main characters meets these princes and gets influenced by them but also learns new things to uncover the bigger mystery going on and they’re all very intriguing and sexy.(I’ve used the word sexy so many times like is that not reason enough to read it?)

The restaurant- I ABSOLUTELY LOVE THIS ARC. It just enhances the reading experience by adding these touches of how invested the characters are in their recipes and flavours which makes it so comforting and also hilarious because one moment someone is like “OMG NO LOOK A CORPSE aaahhh” and the next they’re like “hmmm i want your recipe for cannoli *puppy eyes*”

vibes you can expect- mysterious, spells, herbs, candles, witches, church, family love, demons, betrayal, forced alliance, grumpy + sunshine trope, revenge lotsss of revenge, angsty, comforting yet also somehow on the edge of your seat feeling, secrets and darkness, hidden agendas, AND LOTS OF ITALIAN CUISINE.

The romance<333

aka the reason I picked up this book. At this point the romantic interest could be like “aahh you’re ugly i hope you die” and then two seconds later be like “you’re the most beautiful thing in this world you are the sky and the sun and you could walk over me do you want something to eat? do you want a kitten or a blanket or a cup of tea??maybe we could bang and get married????” and you have the AUDACITY to call that enemies to lovers????

BUT THIS BOOK PORTRAYS that hate to forced alliance to secrets to betrayal to mistrust to slight understanding to maybe some hints of romance. The slowburn is just *chef’s kiss*

I ADORE how you can never tell what the love interest is gonna do and you’re like daddy??sorry-daddy?? sorry. NO DON"T MAKE ME HATE YOU…..da-

ALSO there’s a slight corruption arc because the main character is so driven by her rage and that for me is the cherry on top.

AT ONE POINT, THE DARK ANTIHERO kisses the protagonist to save her life(?) AND SAYS “LIVE LONG ENOUGH TO HATE ME FOR THIS” LIKE SIRRRR??

Quotes you might like-

“I feel your gaze on me when you think I’m not paying attention. You track the dagger every time I move. You need to know where it is.“ No ma'am he’s looking at you-

"Young women died. Life resumed. Such was the way of the world, at least according to men.” I didn’t come here to cry but okay-

“I couldn’t begin to understand why Wrath had said “my Emilia’s.” Honestly, I wasn’t sure if the demon even remembered my name since he only ever tossed around “witch.” EEEEEHHH THE POSSESSIVENESS TROPE

“You have something I want.” “If it’s my still-beating heart, I’m afraid I must decline.” “No, but I imagine you’ll end up giving that to my brother one day.” excuse me WHILE I GO SCREAM.

"My sister was the adventurous one—I was satisfied with safe, clean fun. Give me a steamy romance novel with forbidden love and impossible odds. That was the kind of adventure I could get behind.” same, literally same.

This book as Taytay songs because why not?

•Look what you made me do

•No body, no crime

•Treacherous

•Dancing with our hands tied

•Mad woman

•I did something bad

•Wildest dreams tv THISSS SO MUCH

•Delicate

•Haunted

•So it goes >>>>

Just before you go,, THE SEQUEL HAS THE “I DON’T WANNA KISS YOU UGHHH”// “LIAR” trope and also the “YOU SAID YOU DIDN’T GIVE AF ABOUT ME”// “I LIED.” trope

so you don’t wanna miss out.

I love it when characters say “Please don’t punch me for this” or “Live long enough to hate me for this” before kissing their love interest IT’S THE SUPERIOR ENEMIES TO LOVERS TROPE

“Enemies to lovers this!!” “friends to lovers that!!” “no rivals to lovers is superior!!” “It goes strangers to rivals to forced friendship to fake lovers to real lovers to enemies to-” Sweetie please call your therapist back they’re worried about you

“Instead of being ruled by fear, I could become fearless.”

kingdom of the wicked…hmph i’m not too sure about this one. kinda boring.

men who literally bring down mountains for you ❤️

ivorysuns:

.ೃ࿔*books i’ve read in 2021

he was death and rage and fire and anyone stupid enough to forget that would be consumed by his inferno.

━━ kingdom of the wicked; kerri maniscalco

bearandcrocodile:

Wrath - Kingdom of the Wicked

Artist: @blissdrawls

oscarwilds:

He was death and rage and fire and anyone stupid enough to forget that would be consumed by his inferno.

Kingdom of the Wicked byKerri Maniscalco

“‘You will need philosophy more than you will need music.’

‘In what?’

'In whatever position in the state you are to hold. You must prepare for responsibility.’

‘I want to be a great actor, dancer, singer. Isn’t there such a thing as responsibility to art?’

'It is not a moral responsibility.’

The pupil’s name is Lucius Domitius Ahenobarbus, and Agrippina, daughter of Germanicus the brother of the Emperor Claudius, is his mother. His father, Cn. Domitius Ahenobarbus, died in suspicious circumstances into which the son, though aware that his mother may have had something to do with it, has never too closely inquired. Morality does not interest him. He says now:

‘You talk too much of morality. And by morality you mean - I forget the words - ‘

‘The repression of impulse.’

‘Yes, you repressed my natural impulse to see life. The execution of the Empress Messalina, for instance.’

'That was hardly life.’

'But she was very beautiful. To see her beautiful head severed and the golden blood flowing, no spurting, over her ivory skin. A living poem. Wouldn’t you say that it was immoral to avert a young man’s eyes from the sight of the beauty of the world?’

‘There is no beauty in death, even when it is encompassed in the name of justice. Death is a necessity - which we ought to spend our whole lives learning to embrace without fear. As for the deaths of others, there is something shocking, I could almost say seismic, in the sight of human dissolution. To speak of the beauty of golden blood on ivory skin might be considered immoral. You must not subvert an organism, whether living or dying, into a mere arrangement of shapes and colours.’

‘But I do that all the time. You wouldn’t understand, Seneca. You’re not an artist.’

'I am considered,’ and the grim mouth relaxes into a complacency which the pupil is quick to notice, 'to be an efficient poet of tragedy. Tomorrow we shall read together my Hercules Furens. There you will find an exquisite ordering of words and rhythms serving a stoic end.’

‘I know the play, and I find it too violent. Not in what it shows but in its language. You have no ear for words. And if, as you say, you serve a stoic end, you are committing a gross immorality against the ethics of art, whose end is not the inculcation of a moral lesson but beauty for its own sake. Beauty, beauty, beauty.’

‘Who has been telling you this nonsense?’

‘Never you mind who’s been telling me. Whoever he is, he’s right. Beauty and morality may be considered deadly enemies, he also says, and you would say that goes ridiculously far. There is also the question of beauty and sexuality, and that poses a very difficult problem.’

'A problem,’ Seneca says, 'which you seem to have solved quite satisfactorily. The headless corpse of a beautiful object of sexual desire is reduced to mere shape and colour. You see where a concentration on what you call beauty will lead you. It will lead you beyond the limits of compassion and, I may say, all moral feeling. But man is defined as a moral creature. Beauty is a matter only of the senses. Let us continue with our study of the moral system of Zeno.’

‘Oh, Seneca, Seneca,’ the precocious youth said, leaning on his arm, which was flat to the table, 'you have no subtlety. It’s useless discussing these high aesthetic matters with you. Very well, if we’re to study morality, tell me why you and other moralists look with such horror on incest.’

‘Why do you raise this question?’

You know very well why. The Emperor Claudius proposes to marry his own niece, who is my revered mother. You are shocked and Pallas and Narcissus are shocked, or say they are. And the Senate refuses to pass an act permitting it. And yet the kingdom of Egypt insisted on the royal house being sustained by brothers marrying sisters. Incest there was not merely permitted, it was regarded as desirable and holy, and I believe it still is. So why is it so terrible for Romans?’

‘If you read my play on Oedipus or, your aversion to my style being so great, the play by Sophocles on which it is based, you will see that the two gravest crimes against morality have always been in our western culture the act of parricide and the act of incest. You kill the father, you impregnate mother or daughter or sister or niece, and the whole structure of society is menaced. There is an instinctive abhorrence of these acts which is based on an instinctive knowledge of what makes for the stability of society. The family collapses and along with it the authority of the priests and the governors. The products of incest are very frequently monsters.’

‘You have seen such?’

'I have read about such.’

'So my revered mother will bring forth a monster?’ Lucius Domitius Ahenobarbus smiled contemptuously at his tutor. The family cognomen meant bronze beard, and, though Lucius Domitius was beardless, his curly hair had the sheen of bronze and glowed gold in the sunlight. His eyes were blue and his features well formed: he was a pretty boy more than a handsome one. He was somewhat pustular, a condition not uncommon in adolescents, but maturity would calm the eruptions in his skin. Seneca said:

'The Emperor will not be permitted to commit incest. There are limits even to the imperial power. The Senate has the duty of imposing these limits. Your mother will not become Empress.’

‘Will you bet on that - say, a hundred sesterces?’

'I am not a betting man. To bet is to place yourself in the hands of chance, unseemly in a Stoic.’

‘You’re an old fool, Seneca.’

'That is more than unseemly. You will apologize in fifty lines of hendecasyllables and deliver them tomorrow.’

'And if not?’

'I shall report you to your mother.’

‘May I sing the hendecasyllables?’

(pages 224 - 226)

‘A Christian, you say, a Christian? A dangerous sect and an unnatural one, so I’m led to believe.’

‘Areligio licita, Caesar. You will find that in the imperial records.’

‘Cannibals, indulgers in unnatural acts of love, is that not so?’

‘Unnatural love is expressly forbidden. As for cannibalism, we do not eat little children, as is too often alleged. We eat merely the body and blood of the Son of God under the disguise of bread and wine. A harmless ceremony which promotes solidarity and has a wholesome mystical meaning.’

‘The son of which god?’

'There is only one God, Caesar. His simple nature is fracted and diversified under various forms that pass for divine among the Greeks and the Romans. When you think of Zeus or Jupiter you are trying to grasp one aspect only of this single simple God’s essence. The God we believe in made the world and loves it, made man and loves him. He is a highly moral God, detesting evil and approving the good.’

‘What should morality have to do with divinity?’

'God is of a radiant purity who wishes his creation to attain to a like purity. The smallest sin makes his purity scream out with pain.’

'That is absurd.’

‘No, Caesar. His infinite perfection must of necessity be appalled by evil.’

‘What do you mean by evil?’

'Acts of destruction, of corruption, of selfishness.’

'And by good?’

‘Love of our fellows, even of our enemies, acts which demonstrate that love.’

'But it’s impossible to love one’s enemies.’

'Difficult, Caesar, but we have to try. It’s a way of turning our enemies into friends.’

'A way of life, then, rather like that ridiculous stoical one the illstarred Seneca taught me.’

'No, Caesar. We live the virtuous life in order that we may be worthy of standing in the presence of God.’

‘How?’

“In the next world. After death. The good attain the divine vision and the evil are cast away from it. Their pain consists in knowing what they miss. It is like a million fires burning them for ever and ever.’

'And all this was taught you by a slave?’

'No, Caesar, that is another error. God so loves his creation that he was willing to come to earth and live like a man. He taught us, yes, and he was punished for teaching us, strange as that must seem. He was nailed to a tree in Judaea and died. But he rose again from the tomb.’

'Stuff and nonsense. Dead men don’t rise again. Or women.’ Having affirmed that he nevertheless shuddered.

'There were too many witnesses, some of them still living, Caesar. He was seen after death. His resurrection bids us believe in our Own. The righteous rise again after death. So do the wicked. Both are judged. The sheep are separated from the goats. Eternal bliss or eternal fire. We take our choice. We are free to do so.’

‘So you people see death as a gateway to a better life. If you have been good.’

‘Caesar puts it simply and well.’

'The destruction of the body is nothing?’

‘Painful perhaps, but acceptable - more than acceptable to the just.’

’Una nox dormienda. We’re taught to believe that. That is what I believe.’

‘Catullus was wrong, Caesar. The being destroyed rises to a greater beauty. The pagan legend of the phoenix is an apt illustration. The thing must die in order to rise again. We sow in death, we reap in life. Death is no problem.’

'All you tell me - What is your name?’

'Paul, Caesar.’

‘All you tell me, Paul, sounds like a negation of life. No wonder there are some who fear you and even more who despise you.’

‘We accept that, Caesar. To be vilified, to suffer execution for the sake of the faith - what happened to the Son of God is not to be feared by mere men and women.’

‘The phoenix, eh? To perish and to rise again. To burn grey, then to burn gold. And what does this Son of God you speak of decree for Caesar, who is not like ordinary men?’

‘Caesar as flesh, blood, bone and spirit must face divine judgment like the rest. Caesar as a ruler must be obeyed. “Render unto Caesar the things that are Caesar’s, and to God the things that are God’s.”’

'And if it be considered that Caesar is above God?’

‘The made cannot be greater than the maker. There is nothing above God.’

‘If,’ Nero said, 'there is what you call an eternal maker, there ought to be an eternal destroyer.’

'God has his enemy, Caesar. What you say is well said. The story goes that God’s most beautiful angel Lucifer the lightbringer rebelled against God’s rule and was cast from God’s presence. God could not destroy him, because God is committed to creation. God could not prevent this evil one from being committed to destruction, because God made his creatures totally free. So evil stalks the world, but evil cannot eventually win. Good is too powerful.’

‘This sounds as if your God wills himself to impotence.’

‘A measure of his love, Caesar.’

‘Interesting.’ Nero got up to go. ‘If I accepted your religion - No, please remain seated - I would have to be good. But an emperor cannot always afford to be good. He cannot love his enemies. It is regrettable but unavoidable that he should have to destroy them. A ruler is forced into what you would call the commission of evil.’

‘There’s always forgiveness, Caesar. God forgives everything. God responds at once to the least gesture of repentance. God, as I told you, is good.’

‘And yet he throws people into fire and emptiness or whatever it was you said?’

‘No. The sinner throws himself into the fire. Choice, Caesar, is free to all. To slaves and to Caesar alike. Even Caesar is free to live the good life. A life that is no more than a shadowy preparation for the true life which begins with the death of the righteous. But’ and now it was as if he were thumping away at the Ephesians, ‘if we identify ourselves with the fallen forces of destruction, then be in no doubt as do the nature of that ultimate punishment. For, though the body dies, the body rises in a transfigured form for bliss or for punishment, whichever we ourselves choose. Punishment, Caesar - loss, darkness, emptiness filled with pain greater than the pain of fire for ever and ever. Not even an emperor is exempt from the logic of his own acts. As a man sows - ‘ And he bent to a different sewing. Nero felt himself to be dismissed. He said:

‘And the first step to the faith?’

‘Baptism, Caesar. The washing away of past sins.’

‘Washing?’

'In water, water transfigured into a sign of redemption.’

'Ordinary water?’

The old man who had been stitching canvas looked uncomfortable. Nero nodded, put on his wig, sketched a kind of confused imperial blessing, then left. He walked rather shakily towards the Imperial Forum, his cloaked guards before and behind. An old woman in a shawl turned and grinned at him. It was Agrippina with blackened teeth, her hair scorched, back from that place. Hell. And then it was not. There was no need for his mother to come back in brief visitations from the outer blackness. Nor Britannicus. Nor Octavia. Nor all the others whose names he had forgotten. The vision of fiery emptiness was probably enough. Stain the illimitable candour of eternal beauty or goodness or whatever it was with splashes of crimson. The pure white screams aloud in pure white pain.

It might be said that Paul sowed certain notions in the mind of his Emperor. That there was an ultimate creator seemed totally logical, maker of Jupiter and Apollo and Mars and Priapus and the rest of the comic pseudopantheon: it always had seemed so, having much to do with the deathless principle of beauty. But that there should be an eternal principle of goodness and an everlasting system of reward and punishment was not so acceptable. Seneca had droned on about it or something like it, but he had never propounded the possibility of an elected damnation. Nero found it easy enough to see this as eternal fire. He saw it: an eternally blazing city full of the screams of the blazing. But the property of destruction which did not destroy was hard to accept. It seemed more logical to pass from earthly time to a region which might be termed parachronic but not achronic: the fire could burn out guilt and the purged being rise from it to the purity of the eternal vision: beauty, the Platonic idea of it personalized, deified into a kind of work of art that moved and breathed as a deathless organic being, never ending music that offered also a never ending act of love. Absurd perhaps. Certainly indeed absurd. There was time and there was not time. In not time you went to bliss or to eternal punishment. Nero did not at all like the notion that there were in his Empire perhaps thousands who already had an image of him, the Emperor, burning in hell. For ever and ever. While slaves with names like Felix and Chrestus leered down at his fiery screaming from a cool abode that was all poetry and music. It was not right, it was not just, it was a situation of laesa maiestas and he was not going to have it. Rid yourself of the believers and you were rid of the belief. He saw the fire and then, through the grace granted only to the artist, he saw the phoenix rising from it. That was different, that was encompassable. And then again he saw the pure illimitable candour. It was offended. It screamed and its scream filled eternity. It was all nonsense.”

(pages 303 - 307)

“She was about to discover that she was not the only one capable of instilling apprehension. It was time Vittoria feared me.”

basically emilia:

Just in case anyone missed it, here’s Chapter 1 of Kingdom of the Feared by the amazing Ms. Kerri Maniscalco ‍♀️

bookologist:

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A twig was just a bit of broken wood until it had been sharpened into a spear. Grief carved me in half. And fury honed the pieces into a weapon. Now it was time to unleash it.

Emilia Di Carlo

[Kingdom of The Wicked byKerri Maniscalco]

Kingdom of the Cursed prediction

wonderland is wrath’s and emilia’s taylor swift song