I won this book in a Goodreads giveaway.
Every review seemed to write about how they couldn't put this book down. I did...several times. And it's a novella. I got through it in a day, but it just wasn't captivating. I didn't really care for any of the characters; at least, not until the end. In the end I liked Jarret. One of the characters was written as a "bro". You know, like a frat boy or Jersey Shore (the show, not the actual place with normal people) dude. Almost every sentence ended in "brah" or "dude", and it annoyed me to no end. The "bro" was supposed to be a high-class assassin and he couldn't stop saying "brah".
A lot of characters popped out of nowhere, but the strangest instance of character neglect was when this lady has a connection with the main character. They never spoke, no one told him her name, no one even said her name, but the next time he sees her he knows her name. Inexplicably. Oops.
Now on to grammar. If you don't care about proper grammar then don't read the next bit. I do care about proper grammar, so I'm writing it anyway.
I'm not perfect when it comes to implementing grammar, but this novella was just exhausting. This was why I had to put it down so many times. Most of the paragraphs were 1 to 2 sentences long. Many of those sentences were run-ons disguised by an onslaught of commas. There were a lot of unnecessary commas. There were several oddly-placed colons, semicolons, and dashes. And quite a few times I caught Sollerh using possessive nouns in the wrong contexts. Worst of all, the man doesn't use quotations during dialogue. What do people have against quotation marks? They are used to denote dialogue. Why is that so evil? Sollerh uses italics. It was terribly obnoxious, and it took a while to get used to. Italics are used for emphasis, not for dialogue. See what I did there? I don't care if it's "stylistic". It's improper. Style can be conveyed without trashing the parameters of writing that we've been taught all our lives.
The concept was kind of interesting but not well-developed. There wasn't a whole lot of information about the colors and auras that were presented as a main plot but were explored like a minor detail. I wanted to know more. All I got was an assassin's redundant week-long job with a few pinwheels of color.
Also, I think Jarret is the worst assassin ever. He can't ever find the people he's looking for, but everyone - everyone - finds him.
This book just wasn't for me. I'm glad there are people who liked it, but I'm not one of them.