(spoiler alert. By the end of this review you’ll know more about the story than you probably wanted to)
From the very first paragraph, our heroine Keelia is a big disappointment. She’s been built up as this powerful psychic and queen, and here she is, trembling like a child over nothing more than being kidnapped by some guy. She manages to pull herself together, sort of, but doesn’t make a good first impression. And then she pouts and demands to be released like a child, complete with stomping foot and ludicrous, demanding belief that she can simply command and it will be done. The love interest, Joryn, also seems a bit young. I wasn’t sure if that was deliberate or not.
The instant possessiveness on Joryn’s part is incomprehensible, and quite frankly an insult to his people. There is nothing admirable or attractive about her personality, and he seems a very shallow person to fall head over lust for her just because she is pretty.
Stripped of all her supposedly formidable psychic powers, there appears to be nothing more to Keelia than you would find in any teenager obsessed with the drama of her own life. When it looks like her captor and enemy is about to burn her with fire, does she grab whatever is available and attempt to protect herself? No, she just wilts like a plucked daisy and waits to be killed. When nothing comes of that, she turns herself into a wolf and throws herself against the bars again and again, without apparent effect. Expecting…what, exactly?
It isn’t until later, when we are back on Joryn’s head and we need a reason to make him admire her that we find out she has managed to loosen a couple of the bars, but by then it’s too late. She has already cemented the initial bad impression.
Her questions and actions show nothing of any particular intelligence or common sense. There isn’t enough chemistry between the two of them to stick two pages together, and slapping on an artificial lust in the form of dreams (and, of course, her approaching heat) just didn’t do it for me. And he’s not much better; as far as he knows she is an alternately whiny and arrogant enemy child in a woman’s body, a person who he thinks has done a terrible evil, and still he can’t help drooling over her naked body.
Intellectual, this book ain’t.
Although, I was glad that he immediately thought the dreams were an evil seduction when he recognized the mark on her body. It showed that he had at least a little common sense.
So we spend four chapters on absolutely nothing that advances the plot in any way. The romance, if you could call it that, is more flaccid than turgid despite all the time they spend thinking about lust, and it suffers from an excess of romance clichés. Oh, evil seductress with your pale, perfect skin, your soft delicate hands…see how manfully I resist the urge to thrown myself upon your delicious, willing, yielding body. What? You’re a virgin? Well then, I’ll just stand here, fascinated and erect, watching you monologue in your cell some more.
I’m not sure where this book came from. I know Ms. Jones can do better. The MCs of Prince of Magic were both interesting, believable and sensible people who made good decisions. As opposed to Mr. “I know that Grandmother told me never to do this without her being there but I must do it anyway because the plot needs to send us to infodump land."
Having an afterlife full of helpful ghosts worked in POM because there was the shock value of the MCs death, and because it was new information that needed to come out. But here it felt like a hack. By this point I was beginning to suspect that #1 and #3 of the series had been written and #2 was just filler to connect the two, because prophesies are better with three parts than two.
So then, having been set straight in spiritland by Casper the Informative Ghost, our MC lets his captive out of the cage (because the author couldn’t have been bothered to find a way to have them work something out through normal interaction) and off they go, la-la-la, with such scintillating conversation as
“You carried me all that way”, she said.
“You are very small, and I am very strong.”
Their interactions are mechanical and banal. Nothing that they say or do seems “real”. I couldn’t imagine any real person saying the words that come out of their mouths. It’s like the author is just looking for things to have them say and is pulling suggestions out of anything available.
And then another POV pops in; it's a wizard lusting after the female MC and thinking, yeah, so the demon is taking me over and I’m going to lose my soul but it’s totally worth it…
Scarcely a page goes by in which Keelia doesn’t sigh or whisper, neither of which seem a tag appropriate to the current situation. And we get page after page of “here we are, walking to Grandmother’s house and talking about all the things we need to tell the readers in case they didn’t already hear about them from the last book…”
When, on page 70, we finally got an Ariana POV I had a leap of hope, but alas, it was cruelly dashed. Everything that had made her and Siam interesting is gone and they are just here as talking heads to do a 3-1/2 page infodump. It felt like they were just actors playing themselves.
Then back to our main MCs, who proceed to have probably the dumbest disagreement I can recall in a non-comedic book. When that is finished they are back to more childish bickering on the way to Grandmother’s, and more infodump. Next, a little dream masturbation, which seems to be just an excuse for a gratuitous sex scene when a real sex scene won’t fit into the plot.
On page 92, we have an actual plot event, which doesn’t last long and goes nowhere except into the much recycled (yes, we had it back in POM) “promise me you’ll kill me when this Terrible Fate overtakes me…”
By the time I reached page 150 and nothing had happened to the MCs other than some fairly canned romance interaction (excepting a couple of pages of actual plot movement that ended in Joryn being bitten) I decided to fast forward. I paged through sex, bickering, some fairly lukewarm angsting. Really, the villains in the book, Ciro and Diella were the only ones who seemed to actually be making progress towards anything. I found it impossible to care what happened to the two MCs. If Ciro had showed up and sucked out their souls I wouldn’t have missed them at all. All they do is walk places and never accomplish anything. Every significant thing that happens, happens to the supporting characters, or is done by them.
Then, on page 185 Joryn finally does something at least mildly effective, but it goes nowhere. They’re back on the road trip, complete with page long discussions on nothing of any importance. Oh no, he doesn’t want her to get pregnant. She doesn’t like fried tubers. He thinks she’s remarkable but he can never tell her so. Her dress is stained. And on. And on.
Things start to get interesting once they are separated. Forced to be on his own, Joryn finally develops a little common sense. Keelia, unfortunately, sinks into a plot induced stupor and does pretty much nothing but be victimized in a powder puff sort of way and be simultaneously confused and conflicted and complaisant as we all wait for the final scene. Back to the supporting characters, where some interesting things happen, though none of them related except incidentally to our MCs, who don’t seem to matter for anything but getting through the second part of the Prophesy.
Then back to the MCs. Oh no, I’m going to have to marry the evil mage. Alas, if only the guy who kidnapped me earlier loved me. He says he does but I know he doesn’t, I’m going to kill him and bathe in his blood and then go marry the nice Evil Mage but then things don’t go as planned...
Painfully predictable.
And then, just as it did in Prince of Magic, the story keeps going on into anticlimax and yet another Land of the Dead scene where All Is Explained so that the characters don’t have to waste time actually investigating or figuring anything out. And then on to the second climax of the night, wherein our heroine prevails because the villain is Terminally Dumb. Seriously. A five year old could have outsmarted him, apparently. It caught even me by surprise because he hadn’t previously exhibited the potential for such abject stupidity. Whatever the plot wants, the plot gets, I guess.
Maybe it was for the best that I read the third book first. If I had read them in order I’m not sure I would have read the last one at all.