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“The Lost Tales of Power” should have stayed lost

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The Enemy of an Enemy by Vincent Trigili

Take a fan of Star Wars and Star Trek. Allow them to marvel at the space battles and force powers and phasers and technology. Give them the chance to embrace the geekiness of both universes. Then never let them anywhere near a writing class or even let them read a good book.

Then ask them to write their own story.

This book? This is the result.
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Amalahs Destiny? The Trash Can.

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The Destiny of Amalah by Thandi Ryan

I recieved this via an author submission to this blog. I didn’t seek it out nor pay for it nor recieved any form of recompense for reading it. Though, honestly, I feel like I deserve to be paid for having read what little of it I managed to get through.

An epic fantasy novel about the city/nation of Amalah, its Empress, the evil sorceror bent on their destruction and the pantheon of Gods that do… well, god-like things, I suppose.

I don’t really know how the Gods play into it as I didn’t really get that far. A mere quarter of the way through was all I managed before giving up. Before being forced to give it up, really. Icouldn’t go any further in the book. It was so bad it had become almost physically painful to keep reading.

A bit much, you say?
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Review: The God Killers by David Simpson

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I was asked to review this book, and I agreed, thinking that it was an interesting premise. And it DOES have an interesting premise, one that I was very curious about, but anything interesting about it was buried under the writing. This book is in desperate need of an editor. I think that with a good editor, this book could be quite good, but as it is, it was just… not. I tried, but I just could not finish this book. I could barely make it the 30% I read. And that was a struggle.

I don’t think I’m an overly critical reader… But I do have certain expectations…
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I don’t think this is what Nietzsche meant…

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The God Killers by David Simpson

The story of a rag tag band of resistance fighters who know the truth about God and the afterlife. That the former is a soul-consuming dick and the latter isn’t all it’s cracked up to be. We follow along as they attempt to Kill God.

Yep. That’s the story. Seemed interesting at first glance.

The good? It was a short read. Really short. I finished it in a few hours.

The bad? Everything else, everything else, is stupid.

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Review: The Death Cure by James Dashner [Maze Runner#3] (In which I use lots of foul language to rant about this series “conclusion”…)

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*Sigh*

This was such a disappointment. It pains me to say that. It really, really does, because I loved the first two books, and thought that this series had huge potential. I was so excited to read this book, to find out what was going on… And then this? This is just… it?

So. Frustrating.

I just don’t even know where to start. I thought that the concept of this series was fascinating. The mysteriousness, the everyone starts at One and figures it out as we go thing was great – I loved it, although I am sure many others didn’t. The action, the confusion, the mistrust… all of that was great in the first two books, which had me chomping at the bit for the conclusion.
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You say Tomato, I say WTF?

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Tomato Rhapsody by Adam Schell

After having read this, I am left with nothing but a profound sense of loss. As if millions(alright, maybe dozens) of my brain cells cried out at once, and were suddenly silenced.

It’s just so… bad.

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Pubic Feathers are for the birds…

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I once walked around Seattle for a bit with a dozen or so pointy “Happy Birthday!” hats placed randomly about my entire head at odd angles. Stone cold sober.

This is the what I mean when I say that I can’t believe some of the things I let myself get talked into.

Another example? This book.

Here we have the tale of Kestral, an apparently beautiful woman who was once a Galarchy Ranger(note: The word Galarchy makes me want to stomp on defenseless bunnies. Repeatedly). For some reason, the Galarchy(sorry Thumper!*stomp*) is fighting against alien spiders. Because humans as a race are bad and want to expand their territory. Or something. After an incident during a battle, she’s forced out of the military she loved and has to create a new civilian role for herself. She gets a ship of her own and gathers a crew to help her start this new chapter of her life.

It is at this point that the author would like you to draw the parallel to Firefly. Don’t.

Really, just don’t.

While on the surface, I’m talking high altitude glance here, there seems to be a passing resemblance to that beloved geek staple, the truth is that it is only a passing resemblance. Like two cars going at high speeds on the autobahn. In different directions.

And for some odd reason one of the cars is made of rotten cheese.

So no, it’s nothing like Firefly.

Back to this book.

Kestral, in all her glorious and head turning beauty, has gathered about herself a ragtag crew and sets out on her new life as a freighter captain. She takes a seemingly innocent job from a mysterious guy who has some sort of ulterior motive that she has no idea about.

There’s the usual getting-to-know-each-other portion of the story. Some action. A chase.

Oh, and two sex scenes that feel tacked on for no reason. One involving pubic feathers.

Yes. Feathers.

No, I am not kidding.

All in all, random sex scenes and silly names aside, what this book suffers from is blandness. There’s no meat here. No fun and funny. No action or suspense. Nothing to make it stand out or be memorable, except for feathers.

At least, like bad sex, it was over quickly.

One sad and lonely feather drifting on the wind.