Alchemised
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Alchemised
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In this riveting dark fantasy debut, a woman with missing memories fights to survive a war-torn world of necromancy and alchemy—and the man tasked with unearthing the deepest secrets of her past.
“What is it you think you’re protecting in that brain of yours? The war is over. Holdfast is dead. The Eternal Flame extinguished. There’s no one left for you to save.”
Once a promising alchemist, Helena Marino is now a prisoner—of war and of her own mind. Her Resistance friends and allies have been brutally murdered, her abilities suppressed, and the world she knew destroyed.
In the aftermath of a long war, Paladia’s new ruling class of corrupt guild families and depraved necromancers, whose vile undead creatures helped bring about their victory, holds Helena captive.
According to Resistance records, she was a healer of little importance within their ranks. But Helena has inexplicable memory loss of the months leading up to her capture, making her enemies wonder: Is she truly as insignificant as she appears, or are her lost memories hiding some vital piece of the Resistance’s final gambit?
To uncover the memories buried deep within her mind, Helena is sent to the High Reeve, one of the most powerful and ruthless necromancers in this new world. Trapped on his crumbling estate, Helena’s fight—to protect her lost history and to preserve the last remaining shreds of her former self—is just beginning. For her prison and captor have secrets of their own . . . secrets Helena must unearth, whatever the cost.
©2025 SenLinYu (P)2025 Random House Audio
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Devastating and absolutely phenomenal
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I still fave many questions .,,
What a ride
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The book is mentally ill
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Let’s start with the sheer length. The entire audiobook runs 36 hours and 14 minutes — and Parts 1 and 2 alone make up roughly 30 of those hours. I can’t emphasize enough how excruciatingly slow this pacing felt. At least seventy percent of that time could have been cut without losing a single important piece of information. The remaining thirty percent might have been enough to get to Part 3 — where something, anything, finally almost happens. Listening to this book was like trudging through waist-deep mud while someone keeps whispering that the mountain peak is “just over there,” but it never, ever comes into sight.
Part 2 especially was an endurance test. It consisted of what felt like the same scene being replayed over and over again with the barest tweaks: Helena and Kaine meet, they talk in hushed tones, something vaguely secretive happens, someone broods, and then it all ends with the same non-resolution as before. I kept hoping for some spark, some revelation, something that would justify the repetition. It never came. These meetings added nothing to the characters, the plot, or even the atmosphere. They just filled time — hours and hours of empty conversation that might have looked meaningful in an outline but felt completely hollow in execution.
Around chapter 45 (yes, forty-five!), a sliver of tension finally appeared. But by then, I was so mentally drained that I couldn’t care anymore. My attention had long since evaporated. I was listening purely out of stubbornness, not enjoyment. It’s rare that I find myself wishing an audiobook would just end already — but this one tested every ounce of my patience.
And the characters? Flat, lifeless, and almost eerily interchangeable. Helena, the supposed protagonist, is presented as this broken but brilliant alchemist with missing memories — someone who might, potentially, have hidden depths. In reality, she’s a little mouse who lets everyone push her around. Scene after scene, she’s passive, timid, and reactive. She doesn’t stand up for herself, doesn’t grow, and barely even reacts to the surrounding horrors in a way that feels human. For a woman supposedly fighting for her identity and memories, she seemed strangely uninterested in either.
Then there’s Luke, her supposed best friend. I couldn’t feel any real friendship between them. The book constantly told me about their bond — reminded me again and again that they were close — but it never showed me. Luke doesn’t come across as a living, breathing person. He’s just there — a name that reappears occasionally, like a ghost haunting the story, but never contributing anything meaningful to it. If the author had written him out entirely, I’m not convinced anything would have changed.
And Kaine… the “morally gray” male lead. The problem is that this type of character has been done so many times before — and much, much better. He’s the standard tortured soul with secrets, the kind of man who should be fascinatingly ambiguous but instead just comes across as another grim, tired archetype. Nothing about him surprised me. He works for the Resistance in secret, he has some internal conflict, but it’s all surface-level. I never felt a connection to him, never saw the layers that might make such a character compelling. He’s not enigmatic — just dull.
The supposed relationship between Helena and Kaine is another major disappointment. I genuinely couldn’t tell what kind of relationship this was supposed to be. Romantic tension? Emotional dependence? Mutual manipulation? Whatever it was meant to be, it completely failed to land. Their interactions were repetitive and cold, lacking even the faintest flicker of chemistry. I never believed in their connection — not emotionally, not psychologically, not romantically. It was as if the book wanted me to feel something profound, but forgot to actually write anything that would make that possible.
If the characters were lifeless, the world building was actively exhausting. The setting should have been fascinating — necromancy, alchemy, war, memory loss, an oppressive new regime. On paper, that sounds like a recipe for dark fantasy gold. But what I got instead was an avalanche of words that delivered nothing but confusion. The writing is so dense with repetitive terminology and exposition that it feels like being force-fed encyclopedia entries disguised as prose. Instead of painting a vivid picture, the world building buried the narrative under irrelevant detail. I didn’t see this world; I just heard about it endlessly, in useless, excessive info dumps that went nowhere.
This is especially painful because the blurb sounded absolutely gripping. When I first read it, I was hooked. The premise promised a dark, emotionally charged story about memory, identity, and survival. I thought I was in for a morally complex fantasy about trauma and resistance, something akin to The Poppy War meets Fullmetal Alchemist. Instead, what I got was a muddled, sluggish, and joyless story that seemed to have lost sight of its own purpose.
Even the narration — which, to be fair, was competent — couldn’t save it. The narrator’s voice carried a kind of solemn beauty that initially matched the atmosphere, but after hours of repetition, even that began to grate. The tone never changed, the pacing never varied, and the emotional register stayed stubbornly flat. It became one long, monotone dirge that perfectly mirrored the book’s lifelessness.
By the time I reached the end, I wasn’t even angry anymore — just numb. The book’s final act tried to pull everything together, to reveal grand truths and emotional payoffs, but it was too little, too late. After more than thirty hours of trudging through fog, I didn’t care what the answers were anymore. The mystery of Helena’s lost memories, the machinations of the necromancers, the fate of the Resistance — all of it had dissolved into background noise.
To be blunt, Alchemised feels like a book that desperately wants to be profound, but doesn’t know how to tell its story. It confuses complexity with convolution, introspection with inertia, and emotional depth with endless monologues. It’s not dark and edgy — it’s just dreary and repetitive.
If you’re considering the audiobook because you love long fantasy epics with deep character studies and intricate world building, please don’t mistake this for one of them. It’s 36 hours of boredom and nothingness that never coalesce into a real story.
Alchemised is a masterclass in wasted potential — an overlong, underdeveloped slog through a world that never comes alive. 1.5 stars, and honestly, that feels generous.
Addendum:
I have zero respect for anyone who praises this pathetic piece of work. Anyone who defends a book that romanticizes or justifies rape has lost all moral compass. There is no ‘circumstance,’ no ‘necessity,’ no ‘explanation’ that could excuse such an act—ever.
Rape is rape—whether you couch it in fantasy, dress it up in pretty words, or soften it with guilt and apologies after the fact. It’s still violence. Still an abuse of power. Still deeply disgusting.
And anyone who tries to rationalize it only shows how low they’re willing to sink to protect perpetrators. No excuse, no trauma, no supposed ‘complexity’ can negate this guilt. So please spare me any morally corrupt arguments. I don’t buy your filth.
A Long, Murky Labyrinth of Nothingness
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