He is dreaming tonight... Sometimes, the only way to escape a doomed existence is to dream yourself into a world where salvation is possible. It is such a dream that leads a commoner named Maladrid into the heart of Dominhydor: an uncommon world fraught with war, magick, and a destiny he never expected. "Maladrid" is the first book in "Tales of Dominhydor": an epic series certain to capivate hearts, minds, and inspire anyone who dares to dream.
Jessica McHugh is a 3x Bram Stoker Award-nominated poet, a multi-genre novelist, & an internationally-produced playwright who spends her days surrounded by artistic inspiration at a Maryland tattoo shop. She’s had thirty-one books published in sixteen years, including her Elgin Award-nominated blackout poetry collection, “The Quiet Ways I Destroy You,” her sci-fi bizarro romp, “The Green Kangaroos,” and her cross-generational horror series, “The Gardening Guidebooks Trilogy.” Explore the growing worlds of Jessica McHugh at McHughniverse.com.
He is dreaming tonight... Sometimes, the only way to escape a doomed existence is to dream yourself into a world where salvation is possible. It is such a dream that leads a commoner named Maladrid into the heart of Dominhydor: an uncommon world fraught with war, magick, and a destiny he never expected. "Maladrid" is the first book in "Tales of Dominhydor": an epic series certain to capivate hearts, minds, and inspire anyone who dares to dream…
I know the saying goes ‘you shouldn’t judge a book by its cover’ and maybe I was a little guilty of this even though I tried my hardest not to be. The cover art did not appeal to my taste at all. It is however a Jessica McHugh and I haven’t been anything but impressed with her work….until now….
I used the original blurb because I was so confused by the whole story that I was unable to correctly tell you exactly what this book is about. The place names the character names and even the species names were so foreign that I couldn’t keep them straight in my head……..half the time I couldn’t remember if Syr was a place or Mancyte was a person it was almost like I was reading a book in a different language and it totally ruined the read for me. Rosdin, Fircyn Shadaran, Dominhydor, Laia, lyraera, yven, Forbor …. these are just some of the words that would not naturally flow for me while I read so rather than enjoy, it became a chore and took me longer than normal to finish the book.
I will say that this type of tale is not my usual choice and I’m sure there are readers out there who this book will greatly appeal to, unfortunately I’m not one of them … sorry.
After reading a little over half of this book, I finally had to put it down.
The plot and storytelling are simply awful. The only thing worse is the lack of character development. We have the main character, who is basically plopped down onto a continent he has never seen, but somehow knows all of the various races. And many they are. Just about every creature, rock, tree, and blade of grass is sentient and posseses some form of magical power. The main character encounters them as he aimlessly staggers from one calamity to another, being miraculously saved each time by one of the aforementioned magical cats, bears, trees, rocks, lumps of dirt, thingy, etc.
He's joined on his "adventures" by, of course, a Queen of all good people who just happens to be passing by soon after the main character arrives, and who just happens, out of thin air, to seize upon the notion that the main character is the salvation of all goodness in the world. So together they are off on Quest to save the world. The Hero. And the Heroine. On Quest. Letting Nothing Stop Them. Because It Is Right. And Good. And, well, because that's just what heroes do. And that's all of the rationale you are going to get for anything that happens in this book.
I don't give up on many books. I can generally find something worthwhile to keep me reading until the end. Not this time.