Publishing Date: Oct 2013
Publisher Description: Haunted by memories of his massacred settlement, sixteen-year-old Weaver seeks cover in a hidden refuge among the remains of a ruined city. In the midst of building a new life, Weaver discovers that he has the amazing power to cast his dreams into reality. Convinced it’s just an anomaly, Weaver ignores it. That is until he learns of a mysterious man who shares the ability, and uses his power to bring nightmares into existence and wage war on the world. The peaceful life Weaver hoped for begins to unravel as waves of chaos begin to break loose about him. In a race against time, Weaver must learn to accept his role as a dream caster and master his new power, before his new home is destroyed and humanity is pushed to the brink of extinction.
Review: The cover art is so bad that words almost fail me. It looks like a septuagenarian escaping from the face lift factory. If you had not read the story and knew that the thing on the cover is a dude, you would be hard pressed in choosing the sex.
Our main character, Weaver (Dream Caster, Dream Weaver..get it?) singing softly…”I’ve just closed my eyes again, Climbed aboard the dream weaver train Driver take away my worries of today, And leave tomorrow behind”. Where is Gary Wright when you need him? There is this weird dichotomy that is prevalent throughout the novel. We have an unknown cataclysm that occurred 50-60 years ago, but no one seems to know what it was other than it is called the Cloak War. However, there are clearly people that lived during that time, in the present.
After his village burns down from a Fire Hound attack, Weaver hooks up with some chicky babe who first kicks his ass then takes him to some city of refuge where there is a surviving civilization. He meets some peeps that have no developed personality other than the author’s over use of “He growled” or “She growled”. I think without really keeping count there was around 20 uses of “growled”.
Weaver is an asshat, and wears it proudly. He is at once dumb, one dimensional and incredulous about everything. Its like a little kid breaking into your workshop whom runs around grabbing everything and yelling “WOW, THIS IS SO COOL!!!”. The denying the obvious shtick rears its ugly head in this novel, repeatedly. Weaver pointedly denies everything that passes under his nose and his affinity to it. This constant denial of being the “Caster” wears a little thin when the surrounding evidence is undeniable.
You know, you always want to like a novel prior to reading as we have a little ego and $ invested in the selection of the item. At some point you have to be honest with yourself and claim that you made a bad choice and move on after the self-recriminations and the email to the author demanding your money back. The genre this book falls into is the teenage/YA dystopian melange’. Sounds like an angry baker making sickly sweet confections, doesn’t it? This one got a little long in the tooth as you wait and wait for something to happen. When something does happen the author hammers on it unrelentingly. The story line is pretty good and unique in that regard but the dialogue between the characters is oft times somewhat cursory.
The author almost pulls off a really good read. He has the story-line yet the characters fail to embody anyone you would be interested in. No one character is developed enough to draw you deeper into the story. Conversational exchanges seem stilted and jump around with no focus. Just because a character gives nasty glances or growls at this or that, does not imbue them with a sense of emotive content. The editing was not very good as well. There were a lot of spelling and grammatical errors throughout the novel. Scenes described, failed to transport you into the visualization. You were left with kind of developing your own mental image.
I really wanted to like the novel based on the story-line. The author needs to tighten up some areas and get a focused editor. I am really interested in the next novel of this series if some changes are made.