Mitriel Faywood

Lately I find I’ve been reading fewer and fewer books by fewer and fewer authors. I’m getting more and more fussy with the quality of the writing and more and more impatient with stories that prove to be too slow in capturing my interest. In all honestly I fear I’m turning into a bit of a dragon, the grumpy kind, tricky to satisfy and easily annoyed. Which is not fun! Not even for me!

For this reason I must say how pleased I was to come across a book I didn’t just judge to be good, but one that finally also made me relax into just enjoying the hell out of a great adventure, a captivating tale well told.

While there was a good pace to the story, I found the fast but smooth changes in tone and mood to be also just as captivating, light-hearted banter giving way to a darker shade of humour, pain and misery bleeding into exciting discoveries, galloping into unforeseen plot-twists, and every now and then a touch of love and hope, quickly gone again like the sun on a windy, fast-changing April day sky.

This book carries with it an unmistakable promise. A promise which whispers to the reader that there’s a lot more to come. I look forward to this more.