Title: I laughed, I cried.
Product review: This story and the characters are copies of the generic figures you've met in inumerable other fantasy novels. The setting is the same familiar squeeky clean washed-out Hollywood quasi-medieval setting. The so-called heroine relies upon various men to protect her and define her and lacks a spine or anything to help her stand on her own. She and other female characters are basically cardboard figures used to show whether the sterotypic male characters are good or bad. This book is duller than plain corn grits.And the writing...geez...clumsy, thin and the action and dialogue are as cliche-ridden as the characters. This book has the feel of a trashy romance novel. It's so bad it's funny but you might weep over lost time and this book's contribution to the decline of fantasy fiction. Do authors think that the only fantasy readers are young teens? Seems that way given how the books read.Best thing to come from this book is its service as firestarter for my still.
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