This was a seriously miserable, unhappy, teeth-gritting, cursing-under-the-breath book to read. From the first page to the last, there was not a moment of happiness, not a single event or word that could provoke even the slightest smile. And as I read the last page, I couldn’t help but think that it will take either a serious deus ex machina or a major miracle for H. P. Mallory to fix the mess she has created in this tale.
Every third page for nearly half of the book, Mallory writes in a scene that contains the narcissistic, vulgar tirades of Bill, the Guardian Angel. We are beat over the head with his homeboy vocabulary and his constant sexual diatribes. Even though explicit language usually just rolls off my proverbial back, quite frankly, it wasn’t long before I was practically screaming for Bill to just “put a sock in it.”
And for the same amount of pages, we are bombarded with Mallory having Tallis answer every question that Lily poses with the words “I don’t know” in a Scottish brogue. It didn’t take too long for that device to become just as irritating as Bill’s outbursts.
Finally, after two chapters, I simply began skipping over any scene that contained Bill. Next I began skimming through Mallory’s attempt to imbue Lily with a Valley Girl persona accompanied by TSTL tendencies. Then I began skimming the conversations between Lily and Tallis that simply repeated everything they had said to each other fourteen times before.
That skipping and skimming surely made getting to the meat of the plot a lot easier. Approximately 45% of the way into the book, the story started gaining substance and it picked up momentum substantially. A decent plotline, with less Bill, more physical action, and creditable problems for Lily and Tallis finally emerged.
And then, on the last page, in the throes of the major crisis, the tale acquired my personal literary kiss of death.
SPOILER ALERT!
There are two actions that will stop me from pursuing future books in a series. One is killing off, physically or psychologically, a long-standing main character. The other is ending a book with a major cliffhanger rather than with a hook.
By the end of this book, both have happened. The major characters of Lily & Tallis are in the middle of a major life-and-death crisis – physical death for one of them and psychological destruction for the other. The villain, Alaire, has just smugly played his trump card. And then, literally, in the middle of the dialogue that will determine everyone’s fate, we get those three fatal words: TO BE CONTINUED.
It is my intention that I will not read any further additions to this series until said series has been completed. Should I decide, at that point, to pursue what happens with Lily and Tallis, at least I won’t find myself blindsided.
I will be very glad when this generation of authors gets off the cliffhanger-train and returns to the novel that ends with a hook and a promise of situations to come. Cliffhangers do not make me salivate with curiosity and the desire to purchase the next book on its publication date. They simply make me angry and I want to move on to an author who knows how to end a major story arc in the same book in which that arc began.