From the moment I cracked open *Quicksilver*, I was hooked. Saeris Fane isn’t your typical heroine—she’s gritty, secretive, and armed with Alchemist magic that makes every page crackle with tension. The way Callie Hart writes her makes you feel like you’re right there, sweating in the desert one second and shivering in Yvelia’s icy wasteland the next.

Then there’s Kingfisher. Oh. My. Gods. This man is a masterpiece of brooding, morally gray perfection. His dynamic with Saeris? Electric. The banter, the push-and-pull, the way he delivers lines like, *‘I’ll give you a head start if you like. It’s been an age since I’ve hunted anything.’*—I audibly gasped. More than once.

The world-building is *chef’s kiss*. Hart doesn’t just describe places; she makes you live in them. The magic system? Intricate but never confusing. The Fae conflict? Centuries-old and dripping with tension. And the side characters—Carrion, Swift—they’re not just filler; they’re family by the end.

But here’s the real magic: this book *feels* like an adventure with friends. I laughed (loudly), swooned (hard), and even teared up. The audio version? *Perfection.* Kingfisher’s voice in my ear? I’m not okay.

Yes, it starts slow—like a simmering potion—but when it boils over? Hold on tight. The last 100 pages are a sprint, and that cliffhanger? Just enough to leave me screaming for Book 2.

If you love dark fantasy with heart, humor, and a shadow daddy who’ll ruin you for all other MMCs, *Quicksilver* isn’t a read—it’s an experience. 10/10, no regrets, already rereading.