SHADOWS: BOOK OF ALETH PART ONE is a fantasy. I think. It has people in it who I have seen somewhere else. A veteran soldier, an impetuous younger one, and another who is brave beyond his rank. I have known people like that. It also has a few people who can think of no one but themselves, and I have known some like that, too. Most of us have known (or known of) people like these. So, when they trudge through snow until their feet go numb, or walk for days on end until they are almost too tired to stand up, we can relate to that. Everybody has been cold or tired at some time. But when all things that they have believed and been familiar with suddenly come into question; when the possibility arises that everything they have ever been taught might have been one, great, deceptive lie…
Well, that is probably one of the worst things anyone -- extraordinary, or otherwise -- could ever experience in their lives. And while not many of us would go to the lengths these three do to find out the truth, all of us will have at least wondered, once or twice, about them, ourselves. Which is what draws the reader into traveling along on their long quest. Their journey -- like life -- is a mixture of the beautiful and the terrible. Many times, it is uncertain as to who will survive. And most of the time, they aren't truly sure who their friends or enemies are, either. Life is like that, too.
SHADOWS is a fantasy tale, full of wilderness places and strange creatures, fighting against and fighting for things, and even legendary races of people that you can either believe in, or not, depending on how you were raised. All wrapped up in the age old struggle between good and evil. If you like this kind of story, you will not be disappointed. But I would have to caution that even if such things aren't your "usual cup of tea," and you decide to give it a try, anyway… watch out. There is something inside it that reaches out and grabs you with a very disturbing thought.
What if this book is true?
And (like me) it may take you quite some time to stop thinking about it and rationalize yourself back into your own normal world, again. Except I'm not sure if the thought, itself, will ever go away. But then isn't that the sign of a good storyteller? Well, of course, it is. So, thank you, Mr. Duncan. What else can I say, dear readers? Only that you have been fairly warned, now, and must read it at your own risk. The truth is, it could leave you wary of shadows for a long time to come.