Publisher: Angry Robot
Publishing Date: August 2016
Publishers Description: On the eve of a recurring catastrophic event known to extinguish nations and reshape continents, a troubled orphan evades death and slavery to uncover her own bloody past… while a world goes to war with itself.
Review: “Don’t cram it all in at the same time boy, you’ll choke yerself. And save some room for desert.” I always say “feed the reader” yet in this case I was so bloated with backstory, world building and forced character development that by the third chapter I threw up (figuratively). Every paragraph is this forced combination of backstory under an existing scenario. This forced attempt at delivering a panoramic story line leaves the character development wanting in a big way. ” Yar Har! The shadow moved and I plunged my black sword (built by the finest smith in the 3 worlds, under the tainted moon of Ragnar for its indelible power and a blade that never dulls), as he stepped from the shadows I saw that it was MaiKai and heard the sizzling of flesh as he self-healed, yet he still carried a limp from when he could not heal as at that time he had no Umibato sensei goddess that would empower his feeble male-mind into and from the 4 realms of Diagathar in the southern hemisphere where I found the holy scabbard of UL……” You get the picture?
Additionally can you say “Man-hater?”. This author either hates men or loves herself. I am thinking both, as men are portrayed as stupid rape-able objects throughout the whole novel. Really sickening perspective. I get that novels, especially war and conquest novels have that element as it lends authenticity to the story line but constantly using this as a story line vehicle got old, real fast. Read this while looking for a trout in a herring barrel.