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"Lyrical and spellbinding" —Marieke Njikamp, #1 New York Times Bestselling Author
Set in a richly detailed world inspired by ancient Arabia, Hafsah Faizal's We Hunt the Flame—first in the Sands of Arawiya duology—is a gripping debut of discovery, conquering fear, and taking identity into your own hands.
People lived because she killed. People died because he lived.
Zafira is the Hunter, disguising herself as a man when she braves the cursed forest of the Arz to feed her people. Nasir is the Prince of Death, assassinating those foolish enough to defy his autocratic father, the sultan. If Zafira was exposed as a girl, all of her achievements would be rejected; if Nasir displayed his compassion, his father would punish him in the most brutal of ways. Both Zafira and Nasir are legends in the kingdom of Arawiya—but neither wants to be.
War is brewing, and the Arz sweeps closer with each passing day, engulfing the land in shadow. When Zafira embarks on a quest to uncover a lost artifact that can restore magic to her suffering world and stop the Arz, Nasir is sent by the sultan on a similar mission: retrieve the artifact and kill the Hunter. But an ancient evil stirs as their journey unfolds—and the prize they seek may pose a threat greater than either can imagine.
About the Author
Hafsah Faizal is an American Muslim and brand designer. She’s the founder of IceyDesigns, where she creates websites for authors and beauteous goodies for everyone else. When she’s not writing, she can be found dreaming up her next design, deciding between Assassin’s Creed and Skyrim, or traversing the world. Born in Florida and raised in California, she now resides in Texas with her family and a library of books waiting to be devoured. We Hunt The Flame is her first novel.
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People lived because she killed. And if that meant braving the Arz where even the sun was afraid to glimpse, then so be it.
On the occasional good day, Zafira bint Iskandar mused that she was braver than the sun itself. Most days, she couldn't wait until the evernight Arz was behind her and she was firmly rooted in the plains of her caliphate, daama snow and all.
Today was one of those days, despite the antlers rough against her hands. She stepped free of the cursed prison of a forest, pretending her sigh was due to her task being complete rather than a product of the tightly coiled fear unwinding in her heart. The morning sun kissed her cheeks in welcome.
Marhaba to you, too, coward.
Sunlight was always faint in the caliphate of Demenhur, because the sun didn't know what to do with the snow that should be sand.
Before her, the sea of white rolled out smooth and pristine, gifting her a moment's contentment in her solitude, even as her toes numbed and the air crippled her nose. For in a caliphate where a woman's actions were always in danger of being turned against her, there was nothing easy about pretending to be a man. Not when she had the curves of a woman, and the voice and gait of one, too.
She dragged the deer carcass along, a trail of steam in her wake, the sullied snow an eerie crimson. There was a promise in the air. A stillness in the earth and in the whispering trees.
It's nothing. Paranoia had a way of visiting when he was least desired. She was a bundle of emotions because of the impending wedding, that was all.
Sukkar nickered from the rotting post where she had tethered him, blending in with his near-white coat. While she made quick work of tying the deer to her stallion's saddle, he remained still, as sweet as the name she had given him.
"We had a good hunt today," she said to the horse who hadn't helped, and swung onto his back.
Sukkar didn't react, content with staring across the distance into the Arz as if an ifrit would leap out and swallow him whole.
"Dastard," Zafira said, a smile on her numbing lips.
Though everyone was a coward when it came to the forest — each of the five caliphates that made up Arawiya were afraid of the Arz, for it rimmed those lands, too. It was a curse they'd shared ever since the land had been robbed of magic. Baba had taught Zafira that the Arz was, in many ways, simply a forest. He had taught her of ways to use it to her benefit. Ways to believe she could tame it, when in reality she could not. No one could.
His death had proved as much.
Zafira steered Sukkar away from the forest, toward the clearing and deeper into Demenhur. But the Arz was such that it always demanded one last glimpse. She paused and turned.
It watched. Breathed. Its skeleton trees reached with gnarled fingers steeped in swirling shadow.
Some said it devoured men like vultures on the dead. Yet Zafira returned, day after day, hunt after hunt. She was aware each venture could be her last, and though she swore she didn't fear much, finding herself lost was her biggest fear of all.
Still. There was a pulse deep inside her that relished those visits into the depths of darkness. She hated the Arz. She hated it so much, she craved it.
"Akhh, plenty of time to stare at the Arz every daama day," she said to Sukkar, a quiver to her voice. "We need to get back for the wedding, or Yasmine will have our heads."
Not that Sukkar cared. Zafira clucked her tongue and urged him forward, the tension escaping his taut muscles as the distance between them and the Arz grew.
Until the air heavied with another presence.
The small hairs on the nape of her neck lifted, and she threw a wary glance over her shoulder. The Arz stared back, as if with bated breath. No — whoever it was stood here in Demenhur, imitating the silence almost as well as she did.
If there was one thing she feared more than losing herself within the Arz, it was being caught unaware by a man who could prove she was no hunter but a huntress, a girl of seventeen concealed beneath the weight of her father's hooded cloak every time she hunted. Then she would be shunned, her victories derided. Her identity, viciously unraveled. The thought closed hands around her heart, the thud, thud, thud racing a little bit faster.
She spun Sukkar to face the Arz, kicking against the strains of his hesitation as a low command drifted on the wind, words undecipherable.
"Yalla." She urged him to hurry, voice tight.
He shook out his mane and cantered forward without protest. The air darkened as they neared the forest. Funny, Zafira was heading toward the unknown at the first sign of mortal danger.
The cold bit at her face. A blur of black sped from her right, a second blur from her left. Horses. She bit her lip and swerved Sukkar between them, ducking when something swung for her head.
"Qif!" someone yelled, but what kind of idiot would stop?
Sukkar. He froze at the border of the Arz and Zafira jerked in her saddle — a slap, reminding her that he had never ventured this close. Wood and sour decay assaulted her cold senses.
"Laa. Laa. Not now, you dastard," she hissed.
Sukkar threw his head but didn't budge. Zafira stared into the hushed darkness, and her breath faltered. The Arz wasn't a place to turn one's back to; it wasn't a place to be caught unaware and unsuspecting and —
With a curse, she veered Sukkar around, despite his protests.
The wind howled, cold and harsh. She was painfully aware of the Arz breathing down her back. Until she took in the two horses snorting a mere four paces away, coats dark as the night sky, powerful bodies cloaked in chain mail. War horses.
Bred in one place alone: the neighboring caliphate of Sarasin.
Or possibly Sultan's Keep. It was hard to tell which, when Arawiya's sultan had recently murdered Sarasin's caliph in cold blood, unlawfully seizing control of land and armies the sultan had no need for — not when Arawiya rested under his control, and not when he had the Sultan's Guard at his beck and call. The caliphs existed for balance. He wasn't supposed to kill them.
Atop their horses, the men's bare arms were corded with muscle, faces cut with harsh lines. They were the color of people who knew life beneath a sun, the ebb and flow of the desert Zafira longed for.
"Yalla, Hunter," the larger man said, as if she were cattle to be herded, and her eyes fell to the scimitar in his grasp.
If Zafira had any doubts on where they were from, the timbre of his voice was enough. Her throat closed in on itself. Being tracked by gossiping Demenhune was one thing; being attacked by Sarasins was another.
She lowered her head so that her hood obscured more of her face. She braved the darkness; she slew rabbits and deer. She had never stood before a blade.
But for all their might, the men held their distance. Even they were afraid of the Arz. Zafira lifted her chin.
"Whatever for?" she drawled over the sudden hiss of the wind. She had people to feed and a bride as beautiful as the moon to say goodbye to. Why me?
"To meet the sultan," the smaller man said.
The sultan? Skies. The man had shorn more fingers from hands than hair from his head. People said he had been good once, but Zafira found that hard to believe. He was Sarasin by birth, and Sarasins, she had been told all her life, were born without a shred of good in their hearts.
Panic flared in her chest again, but she lowered her voice. "If the sultan wanted to see me, he would respect me with a letter, not his hounds. I'm no criminal."
The small man opened his mouth upon being likened to a dog, but the other shifted his blade and drew closer. "This isn't a request." A pause, as if he realized his fear of the Arz wouldn't allow him to move any farther, and then, "Yalla. Come forward."
No. There had to be a way out. Zafira pursed her lips in realization. If there was one thing other than barbarism Sarasins were known for, it was pride.
She whispered sweet nothings to Sukkar. Maybe it was the men, or maybe it was the war horses, mighty and intimidating, but her loyal horse took a step back. It was the closest he had ever gone to the Arz, and Zafira was going to torture him with much more. She gave the men a crooked smile, her lips cracked and likely colorless from the cold. "Come and fetch me."
"You have nowhere to go."
"You forget, Sarasin. The Arz is my second home."
She stroked Sukkar's mane, steeled her heart, and steered him into the dark.
It swallowed her whole.
She tried, tried, tried not to acknowledge the way it welcomed her, elated whispers brushing her ears. A surge in her bloodstream. Hunger in her veins.
Dark trees stood eerie and unyielding, leaves sharp and glinting. Distantly, she heard the gallop of hooves as the Sarasins shouted and followed. Vines crunched beneath Sukkar's hooves, and Zafira's sight fell to near blindness.
Except for his panicked breathing, Sukkar was mercifully quiet as Zafira listened for the men, her own heart an echoing thud. Despite their fear, they had followed, for pride was a dangerous thing.
Yet only silence drummed at her ears — like the moment after a blade's unsheathing. The halt after the first howl of wind.
They were gone.
For once she appreciated the fearsome, incalculable strangeness of the Arz that made the men disappear. The two Sarasins could be leagues away, and neither she nor they would ever know it. Such was the Arz. This was why so many people who entered never returned — they couldn't find their way back.
A soft hiss sounded from the east, and she and Sukkar froze. She could see little of his white coat, but years of returning again and again had sharpened her hearing better than any blade. She saw with her ears in the Arz. Footsteps echoed, and the temperature careened downward.
"Time to go home," Zafira murmured, and Sukkar shivered as he edged forward, guided by her hand, by that rushing whisper in her heart. Sated only when she moved.
The darkness ebbed away to a soft blue sky and the distant throb of the sun. At once, she felt a yawning emptiness as the cold stung her nostrils, scented with metal and a hint of amber.
The Sarasins, it seemed, hadn't been so lucky. How long ago had the three of them ridden into the Arz? It couldn't have been more than twenty minutes, but the position of the sun claimed it had been at least an hour.
Zafira didn't want to know whether the sultan had really sent for her. Or, if so, why. It was the why that caused Sukkar to snort beneath her, ever aware. One thing at a time, he seemed to say.
Where the war horses had stood, the snow was now smooth and —
She yanked on Sukkar's reins.
A woman stood against the plains of white.
A heavy cloak of gray, no, shimmering silver sat on her slender shoulders above a sweeping red gown. Her raised hood barely covered the top of her stark hair, as white as the snow. Her lips were crimson, a curve of blood.
Zafira swore the woman hadn't been there a moment ago. A gallop began in her chest.
The Arz depraves an idle mind.
"Who knew you could kill so swiftly," the woman said in a voice of silk.
Did the Arz conjure voices to its illusions, too?
"I am no assassin. I only evaded them," Zafira said, realizing a beat later that she shouldn't respond to an illusion. She hadn't killed those men — had she?
"Clever." The woman smiled after a pause. "You truly do emerge sane and in one piece." A gust billowed her cloak. Her dark eyes drifted across the first line of the Arz trees with an odd mix of awe and — skies — adoration.
The woman wavered and solidified. Real and not.
"It's a lot like Sharr, isn't it?" Then she shook her head, every movement deliberate.
Fear simmered beneath Zafira's skin at the mention of Sharr.
"Oh, how could I ask such a tease of a question?" she continued. "You haven't been to the island yet."
Are you real? Zafira wanted to ask. She demanded instead, "Who are you?"
The woman fixed her with that glittering gaze, bare hands clasped. Did she not feel the sting of the cold? Zafira tightened her fingers around Sukkar's reins.
"Tell me, why do you hunt?"
"For my people. To feed them," Zafira said. Her back ached and the deer was beginning to smell.
The woman clucked her tongue with a slight frown, and Sukkar trembled. "No one can be that pure."
Zafira must have blinked, for the woman was suddenly closer. Another blink, despite her best efforts, and the woman had moved away again.
"Do you hear the roar of the lion? Do you heed its call?"
Where did this loon crawl from? "The tavern is in the sooq, if you're looking for more arak." But Zafira's usual candor was hindered by the tightening in her throat.
The woman laughed, a tinkling that stilled the air. Then Zafira's vision wavered, and the snow was suddenly clothed in shadow. Black bled into the white, tendrils reaching for Zafira's ankles.
"Dear Huntress, a woman like me has no need for drink."
Huntress. The reins slipped from Zafira's hands.
"How —" The words died on her tongue.
A smile twisted the woman's lips, and with it, Zafira's heart. It was the type of smile that meant she knew Zafira's secrets. The type of smile that meant no one was safe.
"You will always find your way, Zafira bint Iskandar," the woman said. She sounded almost sad, though the glint in her eyes was anything but. "Lost you should have remained, cursed child."
The silver of her cloak flashed when she turned, and then Zafira must have blinked again.
Because the woman had vanished.
Zafira's heart clambered to her throat. Her name. That smile. There was no sign of the bleeding black or the silver cloak now. The snow was pristine as the claws in her brain loosened.
Then Sukkar was off before she could regain her hold on his reins.
She fumbled with a shout, sitting tall to keep from tumbling to the snow. He continued on a mad dash until they crested the slope and stumbled to a stop.
Zafira jerked back, cursing until Sukkar ducked his head with a dignified snort. Breathe. Assess. She looked back at the evernight forest once more, but the woman was nowhere to be seen. It was almost as if Zafira had imagined the entire encounter.
Perhaps she had. Zafira knew the Arz better than most, which was to say she understood that no one could ever know its secrets. To trust in its wickedness was to court a tortured death.
Do you hear the roar of the lion?
It wasn't a roar Zafira heard. Something else beckoned from the darkness, enticing her. Growing with her every visit. It was as if a thread of her heart had snagged in the forest and was trying to reel her back in.
She drew in a sharp breath. Exhaustion had conjured the woman, that was all.
And now she was late. She veered Sukkar around with a huff. She had a dress to don and a wedding to catch.CHAPTER 2
People died because he lived. And if that was the only way to carry forward in this life, then so be it.
There had been a particularly strong blizzard in the neighboring caliphate of Demenhur three nights ago, and Sarasin was chillier because of it. The combination of desert heat and the wayward cold rattled Nasir's bones, yet here he was, far from his home in Sultan's Keep, the small portion of land from which the sultan ruled Arawiya's five caliphates.
Nasir's missions to Sarasin always gave him a sense of nostalgia he never could understand. Though he had never lived here, it was the caliphate of his lineage, and it felt familiar and strange at once.
He came here for one act alone: murder.
Leil, the capital of Sarasin, was crawling with armed men in turbans of azure. Three stood guard at the entrance to the walled city. Billowing sirwal, instead of tighter-fitting pants, hung low across their hips, vain muscled arms glistened bronze. A gust of desert air carried the musky odor of hot sands, along with the chatter of children and their scolding elders.
Nasir studied the sentries and slid from his mare's back with a heavy sigh. He had no need for a skirmish with a horde of lowborn men.
"Looks like I'll be taking the long route," he murmured, rubbing a hand across Afya's flank. She nickered a reply, and he tethered her beside a sleepy-eyed camel. She was his mother's horse, named after her favorite of the Six Sisters of Old.
He climbed a stack of aging crates and leaped from awning to awning of the surrounding structures, balancing on jutting stones, his ears still ringing with orders from the Sultan of Arawiya. He likened the sultan's voice to a snake, softly creeping into his veins and penetrating his heart with venom.
He scaled the wall and leaped onto the nearest rooftop with practiced ease, sidestepping the ornate rug sprawled in its center, jewel-toned cushions strewn to one side.
Sarasin's open skies were as bleak as his thoughts and forever downcast in gray, brightened only by the expectant hum of the upcoming camel race. He had little interest in the race itself — he was here for the cover it provided and the man it promised.(Continues…)
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Table of Contents
Act I. Silver as A Crescent Moon,
Act II. A Long Way from Home,
Act III. The Lies We Eat,
Advance Praise for We Hunt the Flame,
About the Author,
Most Helpful Customer Reviews
Absolutely stunning! I love this book the moment I read the first page and was heartbroken when it came to an end. I can't wait to read more!!!
“There was nothing more respectable and dangerous than a woman of confidence.” I had really high hopes for We Hunt the Flame by Hafsah Faizal, but truthfully I was bit disappointed by this book. I am impressed with the author and her goals about female empowerment and overcoming the prejudices she has be subjected too and will continue to route for her. But this book fell a bit flat in a lot of ways. I had a really hard time connecting with the characters of the book something about their emotions and their connections and interactions felt very forced. The story dragged quite a bit with only brief moments of interest and intensity until maybe the last quarter of the book. I did gain more interest at the end of the story though, so I may still read the next book in the series to see if it improves. I can also see myself trying another book by this author in the future based on how she presents herself. I am giving this book 3 stars.
This is the perfect, diverse, badass, beautifully written book you have been searching for. This is it. Read it. fall in love. Tell all your friends. Hafsah Faizal has done an incredible job with this story, and I can't wait to see where the next book takes us!
I can not wait for the next book to follow.
This book had the makings of everything perfect – a diverse cast, inspired by ancient Arabia, a brilliant writer, magic, female empowerment, a quest and a hate-to-love romance at the centre of it all. To say that I was BEYOND excited about Hafsah Faizal’s debut would probably be an apt summation of me NEED TO READ THIS BOOK. I don’t know why it took me so long to dive in, except maybe for the fact that I was trying TO SAVOUR (?) the book and the anticipation of reading it. While I really enjoyed We Hunt the Flame, there were parts of the book where the character’s logic and development didn’t seem fully fleshed out, the writing a little stilted/ held back and that stopped me from falling head-over-heels for it. MY THOUGHTS: 1. I feel like the world should have been built better right from the get-go, especially in terms of political intrigue. We were fed random snippets of information at a time, and not in chronological order and it just made me feel disconnected from the story at large. The big bad villain wasn’t really played up, I didn’t understand the Prince of Death’s motivations and why he did what he did (why didn’t he just take her and the boy and RUN? Why didn’t he at least TRY?) and, most of all, there was an awkwardly written SENSELESS death (in terms of logic) at the start of the story – all of which I thought should have been done better. 2. Now that I’ve covered all the things I thought should have been better, let’s talk about the things I did enjoy, namely Zafira – who was every bit as badass and pure as I expected her to me. I enjoyed her point of view, especially as she fought against her demons, both internal and external and how she came to terms with her family and her power. 3. BOTH VERSIONS OF THIS COVER ARE JUST SO GORGEOUS THAT I COULD CRY. They are TRULY stunning! 4. MY GOD THAT ENDING HAS HURT MY SOUL AND NOW I DON’T KNOW WHAT TO DO UNTIL THE SECOND BOOK COMES OUT – HAFSAH FAIZAL CAN YOU HELP ME OUT HERE? My Verdict: I wish parts of the book had been better, especially the character development and logic more clearly brought to life, but I really enjoyed We Hunt The Flame nonetheless. 3.5 Stars.
the book started slow but that was to lay down the foundation. once it got going, it was fast paced and a delight to read. i couldnt put it down. rich characters and settings. and alsoa chance for me to practice my arabic. cant wait for the next book
Lengthy fantasy novel set in an Arab-like world - quite good. The main protagonists, Prince Nasir and Zafira, have a quest to find a book to resotre magic to the world and spend a lot of time dancing around each other, failing to recognise fully their feelings - and it gets a bit tiresome. Their quest takes up most of the book, bringing in a few other important characters. Some of the language seems perhaps badly translated from Arabic although the author is born and bred in the US. Lots of comparisons and similes pepper the text. The whole experience is quite good but repetitive regarding their feelings towards each other. It's the beginning of a series but not engaging enough to warrant further reading in my opinion. I received a free copy of this book in exchange for an honest review.
I had high expectations for this book and it delivered. I immediately fell in love with Zafira. She is independent, strong willed, and does her best to provide for her family and village. She hunts in the forbidden Arz to feed the poor village. She has to pretend to be a man since the leader of her caliph hates women and blames them for everything bad, including the disappearance of magic. Her hunting skills have caught everybody's attention and she's known as the Hunter throughout the kingdom. She would do anything for her sister and village. It took a while for me to warm up to Nasir and I may still not really like him. He still has a bit of growth to do. He's his father's, aka the king's, puppet. He does whatever the king orders, even if he disagrees with it. If he shows any hesitation or weakness, his father has ways of punishing him. His father uses Nasir to assassinate anybody who threatens his position. Nasir knows what he's doing is wrong and sees the darkness in his father, but continues doing the king's bidding, hoping the person he used to be is still inside. Zafira and Nasir are on a collision course as they both need to acquire an artifact to bring back magic. Zafira does it because she wants to protect her village from being consumed by the Arz. With magic returned, the Arz will disappear. Nasir because his father ordered him to. He doesn't know why and he doesn't ask. Nasir also needs Zafira since she's the only one who can find it. A few new characters join them as they journey closer to the artifact. I enjoyed the distinct character personalities and how they interacted. Zafira has been providing for her family and village alone for so long she has trouble adjusting to working with a group. Nasir knows his mission and is wary of getting close to anybody, but he was sent with the Captain, who is his opposite in so many ways. He also knows Nasir's secrets. You see the characters get to know each other in one on one settings as well as the group dynamics. They are all withholding information so they choose at different times to trust and at times to refuse to move without more answers.
I loved the world building, the lush writing, and the slow-burn romance.
We Hunt the Flame is a gem of a book. It checks many of the boxes in the list of qualities and tropes that make me love a book: a vibrant, well-built world, enemies-to-lovers (!!) + slow burn romance, badass characters that I would protect with my life, gorgeous writing, and an ending that left me desperate for the next book in the series!
4.5 stars We Hunt the Flame reminds me of books like Ember in the Ashes and City of Brass, two series I love. This world created by Faizal is just as good, filled with magic, jinn, efreet, death, family, so much good and full, three dimensional characters. Nasin has been added to my list of favorites as the tortured assassin, forced to kill at his cruel father’s whims, who also happens to be the sultan. I didn’t expect to like this book so much and am happily surprised.
This book is absolutely stunning. I was obsessed with Zafira and Nasir from beginning to end. I honestly cannot wait to have the second book in my hands! Altair was by far one of my favorite characters. He's got sass, and just makes the perfect foil for the Crown Prince of Arawiya. I can't say enough about this beautiful book!
This was one of my most anticipated reads of the year & now it’s become hands down one of my favorite books EVER. Before I talk about what I loved (everything), lets see what We Hunt the Flame is about. This novel is an ancient arabia inspired fantasy that follows two point of views, Zafira Bnt Iskandar, & Nasir Ghamiq. One of them is a huntress & the other is the crown prince of Arawiya. Two people that never thought they’d ever have to cross paths, let alone embark on a journey to a bloodthirsty, mysterious island together. We follow them as they become part of a Zumra (a gang) to find the Lost Jawarat so they can restore magic to their home. What I loved: ➳ The writing You know how easy it was to forget this was a debut novel? VERY. That’s how good the writing in We Hunt the Flame was. I lost myself in this whimsical world filled with assassins, magic, & cursed islands so easily & that’s all due to Hafsah’s ability to write literal magic between these pages. Her way with words was brilliant & never failed to give me actual goosebumps. I also have 100+ passages/quotes highlighted so that’s really saying something… ➳ The characters We follow an amazing cast of morally grey characters in this book, who learn to call themselves the Zumra. They all have so much to them & are such well rounded characters. The character development was PHENOMENAL & I can’t wait to see my precious’s grow even more. The banter between them had me laughing out loud. The way they learned to trust & grow with each other was so fascinating to read about. These characters felt so REAL, that at times it felt like I was intruding on them…. Please zumra, accept me in your gang? Also every time Altair & Nasir insulted each other really spoke to my soul.. Kifah, Zafira, Altair, Benyamin, & Nasir deserve us all to bow down to them, bye. ➳ The world building & plot Arawiya is a complex place but it was explained so smoothly that I never found myself confused, which is so unlikely nowadays with fantasy books. I was immediately invested in the story because of that. The world is vast & beautiful, & so so atmospheric that I already feel like rereading since I miss it so much… But my TBR is staring daggers at me, much like how Nasir stares at Altair.. Okay anyways, the plot. IT WAS WONDERFUL. While this novel is very character driven, it never took away from the plot or story. It was so unique & mysterious, & gave me all the creepy vibes I never knew I needed. Everything was put together cleverly & it never felt messy or all over the place. The twists…. The heartbreak.. It was painful yet here I am… Telling you all to go read it because it was the most beautiful pain. All in all, a more than solid fantasy debut who deserves all the hype it can get. I am so happy I read it because it’s always such a great feeling to add a book to your favorites. Now… Here starts the wait for the sequel…
I am very sad and disappointed that I did not enjoy We Hunt the Flame as much as I thought I would because I was very much so anticipating it. I had some issues with it and even now when I think about it, I didn’t feel anything. I had no connection to the world or the story and I believe that is because it wasn’t very developed. I also felt like the world building was lacking quite a bit. I never felt anything for the characters sadly and I think that’s because. I don’t feel like the characters themselves where very developed nor where the relationships. Another problem I had was as I was reading I for some reason kept forgetting everything that happened in the previous chapter…Everything was just quite bland and boring. I also thought it was quite odd how the heroines only friend, the only person she really cared about in the beginning of the novel passed away for seemingly no reason and I know everyone deals with grief differently but right after the chapter finished we barely saw the heroine struggling with the death of her friend. 20 chapters went by and we didn’t hear a peep about the chapter so it seemed to me like she couldn’t care less. Very odd. The novel was filled with tropes, which I didn’t mind because they were ones I enjoyed reading about even though they are in most YA Fantasy novels but this one didn’t bring anything unique to the table. There wasn’t anything that separated from the 100 other novels I’d read before so I felt that was executed poorly. It became more of a task to read than anything by the end of it that I actually started to skim it and I’m really upset that I didn’t enjoy anything. I feel bad for leaving such a negative review but I wanted to share my opinions but I hope you all enjoy it more than I did.
Likes This book is honestly one of my most hyped of 2019! I've been a fan of Hafsah's since she started IceyDesigns and I was so excited to hear she was writing a book. I didn't know what to expect going into it but I liked it more than I could've imagined! First, the world-building in this book is insane. I felt like I was in the story along with Zafira and her comrades and that is what I want from a fantasy. I want to be wrapped up in the world and forget about where I even am when I'm reading it. This hit that mark! I appreciated all of the Arabian-inspired elements to this book because I don't really know much about that culture. I am always interested in books that can teach me about a culture--from an own voices standpoint, too--and this satisfied that for me as well. Zafira was by far my favorite character in this novel. She is such a badass female character and I loved her! She reminded me that I regret not learning how to do archery because it sounds SO. COOL. Her character arc throughout the novel is also impressive! My second favorite character was Altair. He was so sarcastic and funny, I couldn't get enough of him. He was definitely the entertaining factor in this story and I thought he was just wonderful. I felt like the progression of the story felt natural and there were twists and turns, especially towards the end, that completely threw me for a loop. I cannot wait to read the sequel to this one. We Hunt the Flame is a unique story that everyone should read! Dislikes My only real dislike about this book was the pacing. I felt like it was pretty slow the first half and quickly picked up in the second half. I was invested enough in the characters to push through the slow parts and it really paid off.
A dark, lush and magical story set in a world that is inspired by ancient Arabia. Main characters that set out on an adventure – with a side dish of one trying to kill the other. Beautiful writing that will tuck you in and won’t let you go until you finish the book – and might stay even then. WE HUNT THE FLAME is Hafsah Faizal’s debut novel and more than worthy to get picked up. Bonus: lots of hidden Assassin’s Creed references! First things first – I was lucky enough to become a part of Hafsah’s Street Team prior to the publication of WE HUNT THE FLAME and got to read the book before most readers. So while some might now think that this review isn’t completely honest, this isn’t the truth. I love this book with all my heart and devoured it in the span of a day way back in February. It instantly became one of my favourites but I am still not fully able to write a proper review. I am too fascinated by what Hafsah created and can’t wait to read the next installment of the duology. But since this won’t happen over the next few weeks (I mean, WE HUNT THE FLAME released two days ago. I’m not really patient, as you can see!), I’ll instead try to write my thoughts down. Most of all, I fell in love with the characters. All of them have their own motivations as well as personal demons to face. They end up on the same adventure even though their goals differ. I loved some more than others (can’t say more, because this review shall be free of spoilers!), but overall I connected with all of them sooner or later. They were beautifully written and even though the synopsis focuses heavily on Zafira and Nasir, there are way more characters than just the two of them. A personal favourite was the topic of enemies-to-lovers, of which I can’t get enough of! But the romance here is very slow burn and while some people might not like that, it was perfect for the story. What I also loved was the lyrical writing. Hafsah created a wonderful world and gave insights about what happened in Arawiya before the story starts. Her descriptions of this lush world are breathtaking and it was easy to imagine how it might look. The plot evolved in a great way and held so many twists and turns I didn’t expect. What I’m not completely sure about is the pacing of the story – at some times it felt a bit off or too slow. Some scenes were too far apart or felt like they dragged on. But as this is Hafsah’s debut, I don’t want to criticize this aspect too harshly. Her already beautiful writing might change in the future and she will definitely find her way as an author. All in all, WE HUNT THE FLAME is a gorgeous book and a worthy debut for this young author. While there might be some issues, it’s still easily one of my favourite reads this year and I’d recommend it to everyone who’d like to have some magic in their life.
This book was so much fun and an awesome story to live in. The characters were awesome, the writing was fun, and the story was amazing. Definitely recommend.
We Hunt the Flame by Hafsah Faizal is generating a lot of buzz, and for good reason. It’s an own-voices fantasy inspired by Arabian myths, with a lush setting, captivating characters, and a deliciously twisty plotline. The first in a duology, We Hunt the Flame is a perfectly seductive read. My first reaction upon finishing this book was just an explosion of emotional gibberish. We Hunt the Flame is just everything I love in a book. A lush, dreamy fantasy world that feels both wholly unique, while it’s ancient Arabia inspiration is still ever-present. The characters are SO so wonderful and fully wrought — Zafira and her desire to be loved; poor, tortured Nasir; sassy & salacious Altair (oh, my beloved Altair!), and the list goes on. (But seriously. Dibs on Altair.) I was actually pleasantly surprised by what a fantastic ensemble cast of characters this book contained, as the synopsis mostly focuses on Zafira & Nasir. And while it IS mostly their story, they are part of a group that really took hold of my heart. The book nerd community best prepare itself for a whole new meaning to the idea of #SquadGoals — because these characters are my new favorite fictional team. And of course, Hafsah’s gorgeous, lyrical writing. I jotted down so many quotes while reading, and that’s something I rarely do! Her words completely sweep you away to the world of Arawiya — you can smell the air, taste the food, feel the heat on your skin. Hafsah’s writing transports you right into the heart of the story. And don’t even get me started on some of those intense, swoony scenes! I melt just thinking about them, and the way Hafsah has created such insane tension between her characters. The plot of We Hunt the Flame moved quickly, but in so many unexpected ways. I truly wasn’t sure where things were headed until we got there, and it made for an exciting experience. But also I am now DYING to know what happens next and can’t wait to read the conclusion. Oh boy, it’s gonna be a long wait — but well worth it, I am sure.
Very minor spoilers. This was a very enjoyable read. Nasir, Prince of Death, is very mysterious, which is always a plus :) The author does a good job of getting the reader to fall for him as the heroine eventually does, with minimum physical descriptors. Zafira is very courageous and I want to be her when I grow up :) She fills the role of a man by hunting and feeding her village when the local political leaders look down on women. Everyone believes her to be a man, only known as The Hunter, when in fact, she’s the Huntress. It was nice seeing her grow more comfortable in her role and embrace it. I really liked the camaraderie developed in the group helping Zafira with her mission, and their cool magical affinities glimpsed here and there. I’ll be adding the next book on my TBR. I knocked one star off because I felt it was a bit too wordy, especially the first quarter to third of the book (I bet at least 30 pages minimum could been taken out).
BADASS HEROIN!! ASSASSINS!! HATE-TO-LOVE!! MAGIC!! What do you do when you finally read a book that gives you 1: life, 2: a dire need to marry an assassin (which is not very safe but you gave up that lifestyle long ago), 3: an epic adventure that satiates the insatiable need for hate-to-love tropes, 4: laugh out loud one-liners that help you laugh through the pain, and 5: just overall so perfect that you can’t put it down for 5 SECONDS???? Yeah, I have no idea. Probably just stare at a blank word doc trying to put words to how real the afterglow of reading this book is. Read my FULL REVIEW here: https://blissfulreveries.wordpress.com/2019/04/14/book-review-we-hunt-the-flame/
OMG THIS BOOK!!!!! I COULDN’T PUT IT DOWN!! THIS BOOK IS EVERYTHING YOU WANT AND NEED IN FANTASY!!! Slow-burn romance, sassy men (Altair the love of my life!), fierce female characters, a rich fantasy world, and overall fierce badas*ery! I knew Hafsah from buying the amazing things from her Etsy shop and had the pleasure of reading We Hunt the Flame early on. And let me tell you, I couldn’t stop reading!! An amazingly rich world set in Ancient Arabia with elements of Assassin’s Creed, An Ember in the Ashes, Lord of the Rings, and The Wrath and the Dawn. Amazing right?! I should mention though that there’s no Muslim rep in this book and it is not based on Islam whatsoever - Hafsah was very clear about this. The world that she’s imagined is based on the tradition and culture of Ancient Arabia. I loved that the Arabic language was used in the book as well because so many of the words were so familiar and it’s so heartwarming to see that. Also the CHARACTERS!!! ZAFIRA!!! NASIR!!! ALTAIR!!! KIFAH!!! BENYAMIN!!! YASMINE!!! DEEN!!! THE SILVER WITCH!!! AHHHH!! I loved Zafira’s loyalty and fierceness when facing any challenge. She felt so relatable to me because she’d do anything for her family and community to feed them and be there for them. Her loyalty and fearlessness is something I admire so deeply. Nasir is such a softhearted cinnamon roll no matter how hard he tries to come off as tough. He’s been betrayed by so many people in his life that it makes sense that he is the way he is but you also want to reach through the pages and give him a big hug
I was thankful enough to be on Hafsah's street team for this book and lucky enough to get a chance to read this baby before it's release! It took me so long to finish it because I was relishing in it so much trying to savor it! Let me start by saying that as Middle Eastern girl, I was SO excited to have a book that's based on Ancient Arabia with characters and names from one of my native languages, Arabic. We don't have enough rep in YA and certainly not in fantasy so I am over the moon about this book! Thank you Hafsah for writing this. The plot was great. I liked the build up in the beginning and by the time we got to Act III, I was screaming most of the time. The Zumra have my heart and I loved each of them to death, especially my girl Zafira and smol, sad boy Nasir. I loved how you met each character and how their stories wove into each other. Each of the Zumra bought their own flavor to the story which made the 'gang' feeling even better; I LOVE stories that have unlikely characters stick together and force them into a friendship they pretend they don't like haha. The back story of how the curse was there was well done and I loved the plot twists that came with certain characters. I also enjoyed that we had dual POVs. There were some areas in the text where I felt that the pacing was a little off and I would have to take a step back to reread. I also personally didn't like what was done with Deen's character; I felt like his character was a waste. One thing I will note about the Arabic in the text was: because I speak Arabic, it was easier for me to understand any Arabic words used and even though Hafsah would usually immediately give a translation to the foreign word in the next sentence, I can see how that might still be off-putting to those who don't know the language. I would probably recommend a glossary at the end of any future books; I think it would be helpful. As an Arabic speaking person however, I was just -- uGH I loved seeing my language in the text. It just means so much. I super duper enjoyed this book! I can't wait for its release and the hype that I hope shall surround it!! If you haven't already, pre-order to get your hands on this baby! It has such a rich vibe and the writing made was smooth and so pretty. This is a great debut book! Well done, Hafsah!
A woman disguised as a man, an assassin prince, a loveable good ball that never misses an opportunity to crack a joke. Enemies to lovers, slow burn, dark magic, ancient Arabia. If these things interest you, this is the perfect book for you. I was so excited for this book, I was worried my expectations were too high, that my anticipation eclipsed the reality of this book. I have never been more glad to be wrong. Despite my ridiculously high hopes for this book to be the single greatest piece of writing I have ever consumed, We Hunt the Flame manged to exceed my expectations. The life of these characters, the depth of their emotions, it is near unmatched to anything I've read before. This book is an instant favorite, and I can't even wrap my brain around all the reasons I loved it. Hafsah Faizal has already mastered the craft of making you feel the exact emotion she wants to draw from you with her debut, and you won't be disappointed.
When I first heard about this book I did not know what I was in for. This was by far one of the most interesting J Fantasy books I have read but also one of the most confusing books I have read. I am in love with the storyline and the character of Zafira. I always think the story takes a brilliant turn when the main heroine has a strong name. While reading this book I got a sense of similarity with the setting of Shakespearian times where all men were set to act and work and in this setting Zafira had to disguise herself as a man in order to feed her kingdom and get credit for all her achievements??? Plus, the character of Nasir as I was reading sounded very intimidating and gruff but as I read on and hearing about the war and the conflict it brought to Arz then the story picked up and got good. However, due to some vocabulary and scenes midway through the book I would not classify this book as JFiction but YFiction. That is why we give this book 3 stars.