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Author: Melissa Wright
This book resulted in endless confusion. Boredom in part too. At no point was I drawn into Frey’s story. Black magic – and its like – were rather convoluted in explanation if not in form, and the main character’s angst permeates much of the overly dramatic prose in the first few chapters.
The story seems to float in a miasma. Often the author provides no details of the surrounding world or time, so we’re left with a blank stage with actors coming and going more like a play than a novel.
That being said, Wright does have some powerful one-liners. However, with the lackluster nature of the rest of her prose, the few great lines on darkness, memory, and humans make them look even worse in comparison.
Ultimately, it reads a lot like a rough draft. Maybe even a detailed, with dialogue synopsis. This happens – then this – then that which causes that. Nothing smooths the flow, and some of the secondary characters act so illogically – it reminded me of that ego-kissing song from Phineas and Ferb – but the main character acts like the mother but is the bass guitarist.