Full disclosure to begin: I found this book in an op shop after looking for some fantasy to cut my teeth on. Only books 2 and 3 were there so I bought them, 50c each. I have to say, that was the WORST dollar I have EVER SPENT.
Second full disclosure: I only got as far as about page 200, and I pushed myself to get that far. So this review will be on 30% of the 2nd book.
It was crap. Utter crap. Let me elaborate.
I didn't mind that I was thrown into a plot and a world already in full swing from the first book. Actually it didn't matter at all. There really didn't seem to be any sensible plot, and as there was no description whatsoever of the world (or anything really), I was none the wiser about anything at all after 200 pages. There was basically no action at all, which meant the story moved forward (although no, not really) by way of dialogue. Dialogue you say? If you enjoy the sound of fingernails being drawn down a blackboard, you might have been able to stomach it. But in reality it was an excruciatingly painful jumble of 20th century idiom juxtaposed with some sort of attempt of bastard old English. Not even that. It was peppered heavily with thees and thous, with subject (sometimes when it should have been object) randomly paired up with declensions of the verbs to be or to have (we hast, anyone?) that was SO uncomfortable to read that I couldn't concentrate on the action. Oh, probably because there wasn't any. This was almost completely a "tell, don't show" book. No description, no action, no suspense, no work for me to do except constantly put down the book and laugh at the awful, awful writing. Here's an example of the worst way to write what could have, should have been an opportunity to do some "show" but, er, wasn't. (I don't have page numbers or direct quotes because the book is presently awaiting to be recycled into something useful to mankind.) One of the characters (can't remember who, doesn't actually matter, a son of the queen or something?) had to deliver several things (some sort of magic bag or something, can't remember, so badly written) so instead of having some sort of little adventure series to achieve this, he just teleported there and back several times to the various recipients to drop off his booty, and the whole thing took one paragraph. I mean, seriously? you just teleport here and there, get stuff done, and it's just all done??? I dunno, it came off as totally stupid but maybe I'm missing something.
I would like to talk about character development, or even character distinguishing, but I can't because nobody did anything interesting, said anything sensible (or readable) or was in the least bit individual. Honestly, a piece of paper is more 3 dimensional than ANYONE in this book. There are 4 young men (I think 3 are brothers, the other may be somehow related) and apart from their names, there is absolutely no way to tell any of them apart. They have no individuality, no unique qualities, no different ways of speaking or thinking, and they might as well all be just one character. Same for all of the Lords or whatever they were. Just no differentiating them, and I couldn't remember who was who. Fortunately I didn't care. I didn't care about anything in this book, especially not the protagonist. Aren't you supposed to care just a little about the main character? There was nothing about her that I could relate to ... because there was no description, action, growth, thought, feeling, or anything at all that helped me to get to know her even just a little bit.
This was a stupid, stupid book (well the first third was, I can't comment on the rest, I suppose) and I can say, with certainty, that my 13 year old daughter can write much, much, much better than this author.
I'm bewildered by any review above 1 star, and for those who gave it 5 stars, what planet are you from??? And what other literature are you even reading??
I did not like this book, I cannot recommend it to anyone except for as a "how NOT to do EVERYTHING with regards to writing a book", and my copy, and its probably just as awful sequel are, as I previously mentioned, awaiting a second life as something ... else, anything really.
Shame on you, Voyager Publishing. SHAME. ON. YOU.