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446 pages, Kindle Edition
First published July 28, 2015

The one thing you should know.So right off the bat I could tell something was going to be lurking below the surface. Then BAM, we meet an Angel. And not one of your namby, pamby feathered pretty boys:
This world - Paradise - isn't Earth.
It wasn't Earth. It won't ever be Earth.
It is no alternate Earth.
All else is possible...
It strode from the cliff fully formed, emerging form white stone in one great stride. Two and a half meters tall it loomed, gaunt past the point of emaciation, grey. It lacked skin; its flesh appeared to have dried, cracked, and eroded...It turned its wasted face directly toward the herd boy. Eyes like iron marbles nestled deep in the sockets. Their gaze struck him like hammers.Then BAM we are in the middle of a battle. Dinosaurs charging other dinosaurs, men and beasts dying by the score, and a battlefield betrayal (you can read the chapter here, care of Tor). This book was very fast paced in case you had not picked up on that from the aforementioned BAMs.
Hogar, Home, Old Home - When they were done making Paradise, and found it good, the Creators brought humans, their Five Friends, and certain useful crops and herbs here from the world we call Home.Color me intrigued. This, coupled with some magical happenings, suggests some very intriguing possibilities in subsequent books.
Nuevaropa's warrior class had little to do on any given day but train to fight. Except for hunting, feasting, and raping the occasional peasant, which they did after hours.But there was a legion of dinosaur based similes and metaphors that felt a bit forced at times. Further, most of the characters were not terribly deep. They did a good job servicing the plot but I had trouble connecting with most of them. I will say that I was totally into the bromance of Karyl, the famous and recently deposed mercenary noble on the wrong side of a betrayal and Rob, the roving bard/dinosaur trainer/jack of all trades:
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Careful what you wish for lad. Blood's not so easy to put back in, once you let it flow. Your own no more than anybody else's.
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The sky warred with itself and the land, volleying rain, hurling howling wave-attacks of wind and jagged blue-white lightning spears, beating thunder war drums.
"How do you know what I was, anyway?" Karyl said.They had a great, fun relationship based on mutual respect, knowledge that both had lived and seen a lot, and the necessity of the situation. Their chapters felt the most vibrant. But, for the most part, the fast paced plot and neat world covered up a lot of the writing weaknesses.
"The songs!" Rob said. "I've heard the songs for years - cut my teeth on'em. Read the romances. Now I'm dying to hear the truth from you. you know how balladeers lie."
"Present company excluded?"
"By no means! I worst of all!"

“The one thing you should know.
This world - Paradise - isn't Earth.
It wasn't Earth. It won't ever be Earth.
It is no alternate Earth.
All else is possible...”
“Taking a life is a serious thing – because it’s irrevocable.”
“Why do it, then?”
“Because though my life’s a small and miserable thing, it is my own, and not to be stolen away from me.”
“What I’ve always insisted on from myself is to do as well as I could, and keep doing better until I’m at least competent. Long ago I learned that to achieve anything, one must start where one stands. Or spend eternity waiting for the right moment. Which never comes.”

