1.5 stars—D+ for effort
Ironically named, apparently. Clunky would be more apt. One of the reviews on the dust jacket says that the story doesn't get "too bogged down by the technicalities of spell-casting and heady mysticism." I'll say. It gets bogged down by other things, and it throws any and all technicalities into the shredder. Instead of wands the mages use magic gloves, like some weird Michael Jackson homage. Sigils used throughout in lieu of dialogue are not explained until the end of the book, and then only in a cursory fashion, one that is far from comprehensive; here "comprehensive" means explaining the sigils that appear in the story at the very least. And the only usages of "heady mysticism" are in dropping names like Dee, Parsons, and Gygax (?!). What got this book thrown across the room last night was when one of the characters (I'm being generous in calling her that, btw) referred to the teachings of her school of magic as "tenements" instead of "tenets." I had to re-read it multiple times to confirm that it was not a trick of the light, and that it said exactly what I thought it said. That that egregious error made it past the author's eyeballs, presumably a proofreader's eyeballs, and the artist's eyeballs too (though in her defense, I presume English is not her first language, so she gets a pass) was too much to bear. I finished it, though, damn me, I finished it.