
This patch of ocean had bean a dead zone, once. Ships had sailed around for miles to avoid it. Cartographers had marked is with the image of a storm and the word tempest.
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Lord Prosper had changed all that. Now, I rarely saw a cloud.
I received an arc of this book in from Wednesday Books in exchange for an honest review.
Content warnings: Power imbalances involving rich men and young girls, allusions to drugs, prostitution, a character being ‘outed,’ discussions of blood magic, use of guns, discussion of vomiting

Samantha Cohoe is quickly proving to me that she’s an author I can rely on for a good time. This is the second book she’s released, the second I’ve read as an ARC, and the second I’ve hit the twenty percent mark and simply… not been able to put the book down.
Bright Ruined Things follows Mae, a girl orphaned by her custodian father, left on the private island he worked on. Mae has never known anything else, and what a place to be isolated in: she lives on the Prosper island, where the Prosper patriarch found spirits and wells of aether and was able to amass a fortune off of the magic. She has never been to a mundane land without spirits flitting around doing tasks, and she’s terrified to no longer be allowed to stay. When things start going wrong and a spirit ends up hurt, Mae is pulled in many directions by each Prosper she knows, and she has to decide just how far she’s willing to go to belong.
A few chapters in, I was wondering what was so enrapturing about this book, and I settled on the dialogue. The characters felt like they were leaping off the page to bicker around me, and I couldn’t get enough. I feel like if Cohoe ever wanted to write a script she’d ace it, honestly. So many of the statements people left Mae to puzzle over were wrenching my heart, and everyone’s constantly changing motives and perspectives raised the stakes sufficiently even when I had no real idea what was going on with the island.
This is a retelling / re-imagining of Shakespeare’s The Tempest, and so some things are predictable in that way, but a lot of the character dynamics really had me curious. Some of the roles are switched (I believe Mae would have been our Miranda but she is not related to the Prospers in this), I was beyond surprised at how much I loved Ivo, and how much I wished he could simply explain things without finding myself placing blame on him for what he withheld. I liked the time period chosen for this retelling – it feels fitting for the 20’s to be dealing with this level of magical grandeur and selfishness.
The real kicker, and probably what pulls this so close to its inspiration, is how maddening the mindsets everyone has can be. This is one of those books where everyone’s decision making and opinions makes you wish you could play Whack-a-mole with the lot of them and sort out their priorities – but since I read this so quickly it wasn’t a grating thing, it just felt more akin to how you’d want to throw your remote at the heroine in a rom-com movie for not seeing what’s right in front of her. Except, with everything, lol.
This story also takes place throughout the span of a couple of days, with the majority taking place over one night. Sometimes, a pace like that can be dizzying, threads easily lost, but here it was easy to track because the chessboard is the island and we watch Mae move around the board and learn from her interactions with the other pieces at play – it simply becomes “which of these is the danger to Mae” and “how long until she sees the truth of it”. It’s quick, and fun, and even when I didn’t like some characters (like Miles), I was never dreading moments with any of them – just craving answers. Chloe Gong called this “deftly plotted” and I really have to agree. It feels like a book from an author with dozens of books under her belt, not two.
I don’t know, given some time I can probably find more intelligible things to say about this book, but I’ll leave you with this: from its absolutely fitting title to the perfect ambiguity of its ending, I was taken on a damn fun ride and I didn’t once want to get off.































