No Such Thing As Monsters
About
Rosie has spent her lifetime not believing in monsters. She’s a scientist by nature—open-minded, but a cynic at heart, with a ledger of things to prove to everyone who doubts her. She’s not above a bit of dubious fun, though, especially if Devon, her best friend and life-long love, asks.
When a night at the circus ends in the fortune-teller’s tent, Rosie guzzles a potion named Familiar to prove a point—and everything she thought she knew about the natural world starts unravelling. Beginning with Raum La Roux. Large, cantankerous, intimidating—and, according to him, bound to her until Rosie chooses someone for him to kill.
Suddenly, monsters don’t seem so far-fetched.
Set against a vintage 1920s backdrop of gritty realism and eerie enchantment, No Such Thing As Monsters is a psychological fantasy about power, consent, and the monsters we make of each other.
Praise for this book
I now truly understand what a book hangover means. This story pulled me in to glitzy socialite parties veneered over seedy, drunken nightlife, and bound me (iykyk) with the promise of something even more sinister. Corvus's exceptional prose is the feast I hunger for, and she combines feminism and violence in a way that's irresistible. My mind keeps playing over certain scenes (anything with Raum, really), and when I'm finally able to catch my breath, I find myself taking a deeper introspection on the movement within this story: the evolution among characters and how certain themes present, roll out, and tie up in the end. I want to turn around and read it again.