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Depuis le jour où un enchanteur s’est servi de ses pouvoirs pour sauver son frère de la noyade devant ses yeux, Ella a trouvé sa voie.
De larges ressources et connaissances sont cependant nécessaires pour rejoindre l’Académie des Enchanteurs et, déterminée, Ella étudie tous les livres qui lui tombent sous la main tout en vendant des fleurs. Son frère, Miro, rêve quant à lui de devenir l’un des meilleurs épéistes du monde et de manier les puissantes armes enchantées de sa nation pour défendre sa terre natale.
Pendant ce temps, une force sombre se dresse à l’est, conquérant tout sur son passage, et Miro part pour le front. En son absence, un charmant étranger, Killian, séduit Ella. Mais Killian a un secret, et des actes d’Ella dépendra bientôt le sort de son frère, de son pays, et du monde.
704 pages, Kindle Edition
First published May 29, 2012
You know, I’ve read a lot of fantasy. I’ve seen dragons, elves, basilisks, undead (all in my own book!) plus demons, elementals, magicians, ghosts, and just about every other concotion of the imagination you can think of.
Except, that is, for what this guy has. Ever heard of prismatic orbs? Diringibles? Zenblades? No? Well, there you go. Maxwell had the genius idea of inventing technology... with magic. And what a damn fine idea it is too—I’m almost thinking of stealing it... Not that I’d ever do that, you see. Hardly even crossed my mind. Really.
Moving On...
Let’s start with the plot. I always start with the plot—it’s, like, the most important thing EVAH—so you should know this by now.
Anyway, it’s great. No, scratch that: it’s fucking fantastic. (That’s right folks: the f-word right there.)
Seriously. Maxwell... knows how to write the book. The plot sunk its hook; dragged you down; and God help you, you better damn well keep reading from there.
There’s never a moment of real inaction; in no chapter—heck, in no scene—do you ever wonder, ‘Hey, what the fuck is going on here? Shouldn’t there be one of those magical-glowing-bomb-thingies appearing right about now?’ If you did stop to wonder, you’re not going to be doing it for long—because, lo and behold, a magical-glowing-bomb-thingie actually does appear, and you’re left thinking ‘Where did that come from?’
And yet, there’s never that feeling of being wrenched from moment to moment; that quintessential giveaway of bad pace. Everything flows—you’d think you’d be reading Shakespeare (who writes plays anyway, and never did a particularly great job of pace; bad example), not some ho-hum guy from New Zealand (or was it Thailand?) who keeps going on about this gooey-liquid-stuff that kills you. Did you get that? Well, it’s called ‘Essence’, you see—or Raj Ichor, if you want get all fancy. I don’t really know what the hell it is—he hasn’t bothered to tell us much yet. But I can wait.
Aside from that: plenty of action. Did I mention the action? Well, I’ll say it again: there’s a lot of it. There’s dying—plenty of that—assassinations (I love a good assassination—don’t you?) along with fighting; enchanting; hiding; and, well, you get the point.
Okay, I’ve rambled long enough. Point is, it’s great. It flows from scene to scene, like sweet honey Essence; it inspires, and corrupts; and as for the ending, that’s a bomb. Literally, I mean. Not the weird glowing rune thingies.
Characters.
Uhm... how shall we say? Not so great.
Well, that’s being a bit harsh. Ella—the epynonymous enchantress (don’t you just love alliteration?)—is really quite good: she’s tough as nails; mellow as gold; and, as befitting of any good novel, she’s got personality, consistency and a clear, strong voice.
What about Miro? Again, nothing disappointing: he’s strong, gentle, and indefatigable as stone.
In fact, all of the characters seem well portrayed enough. Some even manage to surprise you; others are evil bastards. But they’re supposed to be evil bastards, so that’s okay.
Why, then, do I think the characters are not so great?
Maybe it’s because the plot has already set such high bars. But there’s more to it than that. For one, they don’t explode from the pages.
‘Alex!’ you say; ‘a touch exigent, are you not?’ Well, that’s right. I am a bit difficult to please. Except that I’ve read books where the characters really do jump off the pages—and this ain’t one of them.
Also, they never quite seem to possess true depth. You never feel there’s a real person behind the words—that their fears are real; their loves true, and their dreams held deep within the core of who they are.
Take Miro. Why do we never—not once—get a taste of the sheer terror that would surely frequent soldiers of the light? Does he not think of his people; does he not see the deprabations already wrought upon the Halrana befall his own?
I get it. He’s tough. He’s a determined bastard; and the Gods be damned if he won’t get his way. But, come on. He’s still human—and a young one at that.
Going into greater depth would be superfluous. The point is, the characters are good; but they are not great. They do not seem to breathe their hushed whispers of emotion into your ear; you do not glimpse the soul behind the mask.
Writing
The writing is... a conduit for the story. Rarely does one need stop and re-read; tales spring forth from their meaning as easily as water erupts from great oceans.
Still, it isn’t exceptional—not by any means. The semi-colons, in particular, feel terrible underused and misplaced; poor, lonely semi-colons!
The imagery is good, but awes you through its magnificent imagination rather than its literary aplomb.
Well, I guess that’s it for the writing. Unlike in many fantasy books—in which you’re always cursing those overabundant semi-colons—this book’s writing just gets on with it. I guess it’s refreshing. But I do miss the semi-colons...
Conclusion
There’s been a lot of negativity in this review. Don’t let it fool you: for all its flaws, this book gets me coming back for more. The plot’s a bomb. And as for the writing and characters—well, they’re not exactly bad. And with glowing zenblades singing, and magical rune bomb thingies explodin’—let’s just say it’s easy to forget.
Rating: 4/5.