Albert Elrod’s Reviews > Wards of Night > Status Update

The overuse of I, me, my and we are excruciating. It's like someone is playing D&D while they DM and simultaneously roleplay each character.

I feel like I'm trapped in a desolate wasteland of literary garbage. I dread each new sentence, as it could spell the end of my sanity. I see new atrocities on each page, as I continue turning in morbid curiosity. I wonder how bad it could get...

Goodness. Self-indulgent, and poorly written. Bereft of any semblance of rational thought. This reads like the fever dream of a teenaged girl fantasizing about handsome men (who also happen to subsist solely on blood). Zero characterization so far, just a special Mary Sue who has been kidnapped by paper dolls (with teeth) who want her for a yet unspecified reason. It's great for a laugh!