It becomes rapidly evident that Bowring is happy to be in the
third book of the trilogy, as he brings the reader towards the climatic battle at a
cracking pace. And then we sit there, two great armies facing each other, as their leaders
machinate, unable to proceed with the serious business of more than a bit of fighting
around the edges. Bowring then proceeds to rid his world of assorted nasties, before
bringing the vital elements altogether. And then, with everything lined up for a
satisfactory conclusion, he somehow manages to get it all wrong, at least for this reader.
I dont think Ive ever felt so strong an urge to rip out the last few chapters
of a book, and re-write them myself the way they should have been. For me, at least, it
was a total train-wreck of what was a very promising and well-crafted trilogy. And
Im seriously disappointed! |