For some men, walking the path of their destiny may take two thousand years. But for others, it may only be a journey of a single night. In the third book of the Age of Dragons series, the journey continues through the fantastical world of beloved fantasy, where dragons are real, and dreams—and nightmares—come true.
On a September evening in 1931, John and Jack, two of the Caretakers of the Imaginarium Geographica, discover a plea for help on an ancient medieval parchment—which is not only addressed to them, but seems to have been written by their friend, Hugo Dyson. Before they can discover the origin of this strange book, Hugo walks through a door in time and vanishes into the past. And just like that, the world begins to change.
The only hope to restore the proper order of things lies in a forgotten island at the edge of the Archipelago, where a time travel device left by Jules Verne must be used to race through history. But even if all of the legendary Caretakers from past and present are able to answer the oldest mystery in the world and save Hugo, there may be darker forces gathering against them with a greater crisis at hand.
The last stones are falling from the Keep of Time, and an old enemy in a new form has acquired a terrible the Spear of Destiny, which can be used to command the shadows of anything it touches—even the Dragons. The Shadow King, combined with forces of a new enemy, may be unstoppable now. The only hope is Rose Dyson, the Grail Child. She may be the only one to assist the companions on their desperate quest and find the only weapon capable of defeating their enemies.
I finished Fall of the Dragon last night – and yes, like all addicted readers, I gauged the pages left to when I needed to get to bed and still continued to read. You cannot leave a book, especially a series (of seven) when all the threads are reaching their ends in the tapestry the author has created.
I couldn’t get enough of these books, but in the end, I was glad it was over – not because the tale lost steam, but because my emotional anxiety for these characters was so high I couldn’t bear for them to have to add one more perceived failure, one more death, one more crisis to their lives. I cared about everyone, even the cat who talked in riddles and appeared at his convenience only.
Sometimes, series lose their initial feel by the time we reach the last books; this one lost its simplicity though now that I’ve turned the last page, I realize it never had it. Nothing was simple for the characters. Every move they made radiated out in to the world they fought so hard to protect. My take from these stories had the same amount of depth I took from The Black Company series – and yes, fantasy can have amazing depth and message. Choices are raindrops on a pond effecting the entire surface, not just the part they think they touch, and raindrops are part of the pond once they release themselves from the sky.
The last book, which was actually three, had amazing pacing. It was more of a thrill ride, the stakes were higher, and we found that all the choices any of the characters had ever made throughout the rest of the books resulted in circumstances they had to deal with, for good or bad.
The writing is easily accessible and comfortable, and much easier to keep straight than other extended stories I’ve read. I enjoyed the series to the end, though I usually never get over wanting that initial flush of excitement as I enter a new world when a series is long. This one was the perfect length. I was happy for it to be finished because I wanted the characters to have their lives back, to have the reason they fought to preserve what they knew was right. I loved and hated them all. None ever became paper thin, and the antagonists always seemed to have more than just “doing evil” behind them.
These books are time well spent – and one should be careful with how they spend their time because you never know when a man with a watch is going to appear and tell you here, there be dragons.