Obsidian Son: The Nate Temple Supernatural Thriller Series
by Shayne Silvers
Here is a prime example of a series that promises the moon and delivers a mud puddle. I thought the premise of this first-in-a-series novel sounded perfect, and certainly, the majority of the reviews on Amazon reflected the same. Sadly, it simply isn't so.
Yes, the premise of the story is promising. The main character, once you get beyond the first few "pages" (I read this on my Kindle) in which Temple is depicted as not much more than a swaggering, sophomoric, arrogant waste of space, does begin to grow on you. By the time I stopped reading (23% of the way through the book), I could tolerate him, sort of. The author had him say at least one thing that I totally agree with: "It is not irrelevant. It's paramount. The rules of grammar are just as important as the rules of engagement in war. Without them we are barbarians." Too bad the author couldn't live up to his main character's standards.
Okay -- what did I like in the little bit of the book I read? The premise; it's a very good idea on which to base a novel. The author describes things relatively well, although he is not always clear on his intent and often uses phrasing that is trite or overused. There is action from the beginning. The reference to/appearance of mythical entities such as the Minotaur and Charon works well in the premise of the story. Pacing (as far as I got) seemed good, as did the flow.
What didn't I like? Just about everything else. You know there's a problem when you can hardly stand the main character. There was simply nothing likable about him. He's childish, spoiled and full of undeserved privilege, he's described as a powerful mage and can't even wizard away cow manure and odor from his clothing, nor escape capture by normal, everyday, non-wizard police. When the author has the character describe his store/home he ends the description calling it the "ultimate man cave," when it really sounds more like a wealthy, spoiled teenage boy's room (about 390 on my Kindle). The author uses trite and tired descriptions and phrasing, is unclear as to the meaning of certain references, and some things are just too common in stories of this type and seem "borrowed" rather than original. Here we go with those that made me stop and note them down:
At 102 on my Kindle. 102! Just barely started! "...while imprisoned in Daedlus' Labyrinth I Greece." Huh? Labyrinth I Greece? What does that mean? Does it mean "in Greece?" Does it mean there was more than one Labyrinth and this was the first -- you know, maybe the author is a David Bowie fan.
Starting about 400, after leaving the police station, Temple comes home, still wearing the manure covered coat, meets his two friends, goes up into his home, throws the stinky, manure stained coat into a laundry basket and, without showering, changing or even just washing his hands, touches glasswear and other utensils to make drinks for himself and his friends. Ew.
And soon, about 423, he makes this wonderful toast: "To women and careers and the men who ride them." The copyright for this book is 2012, not 1950. This misogynistic bit of tripe pretty much seals the deal on the character's unlikeability and sheds doubt on whether either of his two friends will be likable as well.
At 431, Temple states: "I just got busted from the police station..." No, you didn't. One gets busted BY the police. If one's friends pull a jail break, you might say you got busted out. But this character, who wasn't under arrest, simply walked out.
At 520 the author injects the idea that the character has a memory palace. That's a common idea. Certainly fans of Doyle's original Sherlock Holmes series would remember it from "A Study in Scarlet," although it was called a Mind Palace in that episode, as it was in the BBC's "Sherlock" TV series, in the episode called "His Last Vow." Somehow, in the context of this novel, it seemed artificially inserted. That's probably just my take on it and other readers might not see it that way -- but this is my review, so...
At 549, in describing the seductive effect of "Raven," the author writes of the main character: My pants tightened instinctively, and her moan grew lustier, as if she had somehow sensed my reaction." Oh, please. Could it be more trite?
At 568 we see this: "...made one of the windows panes shatter..." Proofreading error.
At 749 there is a reference to the cemetery where Temple's parents are being laid to rest and where his ancestors (all of them, evidently) have been buried. There is a very unclear reference to William Clark (and two mistakes in reference to that historic gentleman) and to Mark Twain (and again, a grievous error in reference to Samuel Clemens). Let's look at the whole paragraph:
"After several minutes of silence we entered the infamous Bellefontaine Cemetery -- the final resting place for both my parents, and also my every ancestor who had come stateside since the 1700's (sic). The cemetery had been founded in 1849, and we had all of our pre-1849 ancestors transferred here from their previous graves shortly after. William Clark -- from the famous Lois (sic) and Clarke(sic) expedition -- and even Mark Twain (sic) were buried here. Only the best for the Temple clan."
Where to begin? First, there is no apostrophe when making a date plural. It's the 1700s, not the 1700's. It's Lewis and Clark, not Lois and Clark, that's Superman. The surname Clark (for William, at least) has no ending "e." And Mark Twain isn't buried anywhere, Samuel Clemens is -- and an author should know that. And there's one more thing. Is Temple hinting that his "clan" is related to these two historical gentlemen or just name dropping?
And at 798, Temple is surprised to learn that dragons might be able to shape shift. That's a pretty common element of dragon lore, so wouldn't an accomplished wizard be aware of it?
More triteness at 847: "The wings of the building hungrily embraced me..." I really hated this section, in fact, my notes say this 'etc., etc., puke.' And, then, the author ends the paragraph by again using the term hungry to describe the building. Umm, you already said that, Shayne, in just the sentence before.
At 872: "The funeral hadn't really been legit, merely an excuse for all the distant friends and celebrity crowd of St. Louis to come say their peace." Their peace, eh? Not their piece?
And, what finally made me throw up my hands in the middle of the spin cycle at the laundromat and say out loud (to the surprise and entertainment of those around me) 'I'm Done!': "...so I studied his silhouette against a streetlamp. He looked like an ancient Valkyrie, his Norse heritage obvious." Sigh. Big Sigh. Sorry, Shayne. Valkyries are female. Always. So, this man/werewolf who you have previously described as extraordinarily handsome and masculine now looks feminine? If you wanted to indicate he looked ferocious, then the word Viking might have worked.
Yes, I am being extraordinarily hard on this author. For one, this is the first of three or four books (depending on what the heck the fairy tale book he gives away is) in this series. I will give him that this is his first book. But he gives this first book away free to entice readers to read the next books in the series. The book is now 4 years old and he hasn't gotten around to correcting errors? Really? A book that has all the above in the first quarter (and more, I didn't list them all) hasn't been revised? Has no one ever been honest with him about the flaws in the book? He says in his Acknowledgments that he has beta readers. Then he needs new ones -- perhaps someone to whom he isn't related or who isn't a friend. I know a great proofreader with whom I would gladly put him in touch. She would not pull punches and say things are just fine when they are not. He also needs an editor to tell him when his wording is eye-rollingly trite. He has obvious talents and continuing to offer a flawed work as an enticement to read his later work is not smart marketing.
There are so many books out there which are free or very very low cost, that reading work that is in the condition of this book doesn't make sense. So, I'll move on to the new Jim Stevens book, a notice of which popped up on my e-mail shortly after my deciding to abandon poor, under-developed Nate Temple. Sorry, Nate. I'd hoped to have a long and happy relationship with your adventures. You need to have a serious conversation with your author. He let you down.