Spoilers*
The writing isn’t anything spectacular. Sometimes things are explained very simply and even childishly. The gods don’t really sound like gods. Sometimes they act like children or say something that just isn’t powerful enough for an immortal.
Sophie was getting on my nerves. She was touching Josh, talking to him and even gave John Dee her jacket. John Dee was the enemy, and this was after Josh had sided with him over her. She should have been mad at him.
This is the sixth book in the series, and I still can’t tell the distinction of immortal, archon, earthlord, human, and all the other types of people there are. Some people say they’re human, but they’re immortal. I don’t really understand.
I didn’t know how I felt about Death being the one that controlled Dee a lot of the time, and he was the reason that Dee found the Codex and ultimately lost.
“Tough” old Virginia was just getting on my nerves, and I didn’t like her character. The flute power was pretty cool, but it was childish when it came to making the dog creatures dance and do stupid things with their bodies.
It was getting really annoying how Josh and Sophie kept thinking Isis and Osiris were like their parents, and not like their parents. They looked the same, yet they didn’t act the same. The lines in their faces were the same, but the long teeth, black nails, and purple tongues were not. We get it. They’re different. Let’s move on.
Also, the twins’ confusion and shock and all that was also annoying. When they found their parents had manipulated them their whole lives and that their parents wanted them to fight against the very people who had awakened them I was expecting them to realize their parents were evil and leave. But no. They just stated there and let themselves be bossed around.
I didn’t know what to think about the legend being completely different than what I had thought.
One to save the world, one to destroy it really meant together, they’ll save a world, but destroy another.
I guess it’s good Josh isn’t the bad twin, and they won’t be fighting on opposite sides of the battlefield.
I was getting sick of Josh and Virginia, whatever was going on there. He’d blush and talk shyly about her and I was like wtf? There’s no room for love like that in here. There was also the matter of the characters coming off childishly, immature, stupid and wimpy.
“Earthquake,” Prometheus said. “I wonder if that means Ruaumoko has finally sided with the dark elders.”
“No, I’m afraid our fiery friend is trapped in a shadowrealm,” Niten said with a shy smile. “He had a little disagreement with Aoife and lost.”
This author got on a shy kick, and everything everybody did was shy. Niten shouldn’t do anything shyly. He’s too cool for that. And in this case it just didn’t make sense. Why would he smile shyly? Maybe bloodthirsty, wolfish or savagely, or just a plain grin would have been better.
“Can I make a suggestion?” Niten said, almost shyly.
“Of course, you are the master warrior. Here, you are the expert.”
“Lose the armor.”
Prometheus’s green eyes blinked in surprise. NIten breathed in. “I can smell your aura. And if I can, than so can they. Also, there is just the faintest hint of crimson around you, a smudge of red light. Against the gloom, you’ll stand out like a beacon.”
“Can I keep the swords?” Prometheus asked.
“One sword should be enough.”
“You have two,” the elder reminded him.
“I’m fast,” Niten said. “But you are strong. Keep the claymore.”
I liked the rest of the quote, but why in the hell did he say that shyly? That doesn’t make sense and it’s stupid. It’s making Niten come off as timid, and that isn’t good.
The author really couldn’t write that well overall. Every time someone said something it was to say they said it. That paragraph is a good example. Prometheus said. Niten said. I mean, come on. Switch it up every now and then or don’t write anything after it at all.
I hated how Nicholas and Perenelle were weak and couldn’t do much because they were reserving their strength, and as they’re turning the water to ice and making a bridge to Alcatraz the Nereids come to attack them. Nicholas has to call on the strength in the scarab that Perenelle gave him, and I’m like why is this happening? They needed their strength for the big fight, and every little thing is happening on the way and they’re using up their precious power for that.
When Niten made the little origami turtle out of his aura I was very curious to see what it would do, but it didn’t do anything. The Spartoi just ate it, and it was majorly disappointing. Also, the Spartoi and just about every other creature in this series is so not threatening. A crocodile-type monster is not scary in the least, it’s so pathetic it just inspires scorn and laughter. Niten’s fighting skills I thought were supposed to be a little better than how the author made him fight. The Spartoi breaks his ribs the first thing, then breaks his weapon. I was like wth? The legendary Niten can’t fight any better than that?
“I’m here,” Tsagaglalal said.
She was wearing the white ceramic armor her husband had given her, the matched kopesh sheaths across her back. Abraham the Mage stood tall and slender in a darkened room at the top of the Tor Ri. He was wrapped in shadow, facing away from her, so that she would not see the Change that had almost completely claimed his flesh, transforming it to solid gold.
“Let me look at you,” she whispered, turning him to the light. “Let me see you and remember this moment.”
“I would rather you remember me as I was.”
“I carry that image within me always,” she said. She pressed the palm of her hand against his chest. “But this is you also, and I will never forget this. I will never forget you, Abraham.”
She held him, pressing his flesh and metal against her skin, and wept on his shoulder. She looked up into his face and saw a single tear, a solid bead of gold, rolling down his cheek. Raising up on her toes, she kissed the tear off his face, swallowing it. Tsagaglalal pressed her hands to her stomach. “I will carry it within me always.”
“You are about to begin a journey that will last ten thousand years, Tsagaglalal.” Every one of Abraham’s breaths was a labored effort now. “I have seen your future, I know what lies ahead for you.”
“Don’t tell me,” she said quickly. “I don’t want to know.”
Abraham pressed on. “Like any life, there is both sorrow and joy in it. Entire tribes and nations will rise and honor you. You will be known by a thousand names, and many songs will be sung and stories told about you. Your legend will endure.”
The tower was vibrating harder now, the top swaying from side to side, tiny featherlike cracks appearing in the crystal.
“If I have a wish for you, it is for you to have a companion, someone to share your life with,” he continued. “I do not want you to be lonely. But in all the years of your life to come, I do not see you with anyone.”
“There will never be anyone,” she said firmly. “By rights we should never have met. I was a statue of mud, brought to life by Prometheus’s aura. You are one of the Elders of Danu Talis. And yet the moment I saw you, I knew—with absolute conviction—that we would be together for the rest of our lives. I can say now, with the same conviction, that there will never be another.”
Abraham drew in a shuddering breath. “Do you have any regrets?” he asked.
“I would have liked to have had children,” she said.
“In the years to come, Tsagaglalal, you will be a mother to many children. You will foster and adopt thousands of humans. Untold numbers of children will call you mother and aunt and grandmother, and they will be as dear to you as if they were your own. And toward the end, in ten thousand years’ time, when you watch over the twins and protect and guide them, there will be joy. This I have seen: though you will exasperate and often infuriate them, they will love you with all their hearts, because they will instinctively understand that you love them unconditionally.”
“Ten thousand years,” she breathed. “Do I really have to live that long?”
“Yes. You must,” he rasped. “There are no unimportant players in this extraordinary plan Marethyu and I have constructed. Everyone—Elders, Next Generation and humankind—has their role to play. But Tsagaglalal, yours is the most critical of all. Without you, everything falls apart.”
“And if I fail . . .?” she whispered. She staggered as the tower shifted. The vibrations were becoming more intense.
“You will not fail. You are Tsagaglalal, She Who Watches. You know what you have to do.”
“I know. I don’t like it,” Tsagaglalal said fiercely, “but I know.”
“Yes. So do it,” he said with difficulty. “You have the Book?”
“Yes.”
“Go, then,” the Elder said, his breath the merest whisper. “Count down one hundred and thirty-two steps and wait there.”
The tower swayed and suddenly a huge chunk of the ancient crystal shattered. The sea below started to boil and foam.
“I love you, Tsagaglalal,” Abraham sighed. “The moment you came into my life, I realized I wanted for nothing.”
“I have loved you and I will continue to love you all the days of my life,” she said, and then turned and ran.
“I know,” he whispered.
Abraham listened to his wife running down the stairs, her metal heels pinging off the crystal. He counted her steps.
The tower groaned and lurched, glass shattering, enormous slabs breaking off to explode into the sea far below.
Fifty steps . . .
Abraham turned his eyes to the horizon. Even now, with death—the true death—just a moments away, he found he was still curious. He could just about make out the faintest lines of the polar ice cap in the distance, and the ragged tops of the Mountains of Madness. He had always planned to mount an expedition there, but there had never been time. He’d even spoken to Marethyu about his fascination with the arctic whiteness. The hook-handed man told him he had been there and had seen wonders.
One hundred steps . . .
Abraham had lived perhaps ten thousand years, and there was still so much he wanted to do.
One hundred and ten . . .
So much more he wanted to see. He was going to miss the joy of discovery.
One hundred and twenty . . .
But more than anything else . . .
One hundred and thirty . . .
. . . he was going to miss Tsagaglalal.
One hundred and thirty two.
The footsteps stopped.
“I love you,” he breathed.
It was over three quarters of the way through that I realized nothing had happened. Niten and Scathach talked about saving Aoife. John and Sophie kept saying over and over “They’re not our parents, are they?” But never made a move to leave or overthrow them, and it was just a complete waste. The only redeeming qualities were the brief moments where Niten talked about Aoife. There was some sweet stuff there, and I just wanted her to hurry up and come back to see where it would lead.
Scathach turned into the shadow that was her namesake. She all but fell flat and completely disappeared in this book.
It was all very confusing. I kept getting Prometheus confused, because in present time he was with Niten, but he was also with Scathach and Saint Germain on Danu Talis, which I was guessing was in the past. It was just highly confusing.
Scathach was going to the pyramid to save Aten and just stands there, letting Ard-Greimne give the call to kill the humans. Then Virginia does all the work, being the hero by using her aura and Dees’ to stop the arrows. I wanted Scathach to do something major. I was glad that she at least caught Aten as he was falling.
These hailed from Indian, and while they did have white bodies, they had bloodred heads, with deadly four-foot long tricolored horns spiraling from the center of their foreheads. Monokerata would impale their victims, then tilt their heads back and allow them to slide down the horn so that they could eat them.
That leaves me with a picture in my head, and let me tell you, it’s not cool. It’s just stupid.
Towards the last quarter of the book the author just started killing characters off like he hated them. And the way they died was disappointing and sad. Hel and Odin sacrificed themselves together, and I don’t like the good guys dying. I guess it’s necessary sometimes, but she leaked into the ground, and Odin turned to dust and seeped into the ground. Wtf?
Dee died, which was expected, but not how I wanted it to happen. He turned to dust and just crumbled. When Niten and Prometheus died fighting I was like wth is going on here? He took it way too far and that wasn’t supposed to happen. I consoled myself with the thought that they would both come back.
When I found out that Isis and Osiris weren’t there real parents, that wasn’t a huge revelation, but when I learned Josh and Sophie weren’t even related and that Josh was over 30,000 yrs older than her I didn’t like the story anymore. I’m usually all for plot twists, but this was taking the story somewhere I didn’t want to go. What a major disappointment to happen so close to the end. The whole book has been a disappointment.
Shakespeare got hurt, and I was majorly sick of ppl dying 1 after another.
It was so nice that there was the love between Niten and Aoife, and Joan and Saint-Germain, and Perenelle and Nicholas. But I should have known it was too much for a man to actually have a good love story. They just don’t know how to do it.
Billy the Kid gets stabbed, Machiavelli dramatically ages, Black Hawk gets tossed into the sea with the Nereids, Mars sacrifices himself, and his death was very pointless. And the way it was all described was all very morbid. I was beginning to hate the author. For ex:
And they all knew the Nereids were waiting in the water.
&: He barely made it before he exploded into a fine white ash. When his aura had consumed all his energy, it had fed off his flesh.
Wth is the matter with u? Are these your characters or ur enemies? Wtf? The whole self-sacrificial thing was getting on my nerves. I didn’t feel that any death contributed anything or was even necessary. I felt like it was all for nothing. When someone died battling a creature, more creatures would take its place. When someone died to give them more time, the creature immediately came after them, therefore no time was given. It took them 10 yrs 2 open that damn ball to get Old Spider out. It was ridiculous. I did not foresee the last grand fight to take place on an island with stupid creatures, while the immortals did nothing more than stab away at a mud casing for Aerop-Enap.
It was 1 more tragedy to go thru when Tsagaglalal cud bring them back 2 life, but she cud only save 1. When she picked Prometheus I was so heartbroken, but when he told her to choose Niten I was sad for him, but at least Niten was coming back.
When Josh said he’d have to carry the Codex for 10,000 yrs I was confused. The time thing just messed me up. I thought they were going back in time, and so this wud affect the present time on earth, but the author made it to where they were in the past and all this hadn’t happened yet. They’d have to go thru everything again.
The ending was confusing. 1 second Josh was combining the swords of power. The next it was a hook and he was Marethyu. At the end I realized Josh was Marethyu. Wth is up with that? Nothing makes sense and I’m so confused it isn’t even funny. Wtf is all I can say. I can barely wrap my mind around it. So, every time Death appeared it was really Josh. Wow, little innocent Josh turned into hook-handed Death who manipulated lives and controlled everyone. What a travesty.
I wanted to witness when Niten and Aoife met again, and I wanted to read when he asked her to marry him. But all I got was that they married, and Scathach was there, and everybody cried. Did the author think that was enough? Because it sure as hell wasn’t. They were what was keeping my interest, and I had to hear about it from a 3rd party. How fulfilling. I feel so cheated out of a good ending it isn’t even funny. I’m mad and upset as I write this. This is not the ending I wanted, and I think he just ruined the entire series.
The names were unpronounceable. Half of them I just had to run through and try not to spend too much time trying to sound it out. Tsagaglalal was the worst. It took extreme concentration to be able to spell it right, and when I was saying it in my head, well, it wasn’t too pretty. It sounded like a gargling, jumbled mess, like I was gargling water or something.
There were some good one-liners from the heroines, some funny comments they made and things like that, but nothing was just great.
Josh was a teenager, a 16 yr old kid who should not have been leaving letters to Sophie like he would never see her again. They were supposed to go back to life in San Francisco and live out their lives like that, not be separated and become these too-adult, mature ppl.
I felt a lot of it was unfinished. There were loose ties and plot holes and things that weren’t wrapped up enough. I don’t know who saved Aoife, I don’t know how she got out. I don’t know how her reuniting with Niten went.
This book has only convinced me further that the only way to read a truly good book is to write my own. I thought I’d found a good series, and then the author just completely loses it in the last book. I’m wondering if he didn’t suffer from some misfortune and then went totally berserk as he wrote this. Nothing else cud account for the total 360 he pulled on this book.