I would give this book 5 stars for the incredible imagery and worldbuilding. It's a delight for the senses. Biggest problem? The female protagonist. From beginning to end, she sounds like a 14 year old and completely clueless "Valley Girl" who reacts to everything by either dropping the F-bomb (which, incidentally, is dropped by just about everyone in this world, while Icarus' Wings is the favorite in the other world,) and/or screaming. She has one very small brave bone in her body, and although presented with many opportunities for heroic actions, even small ones, she prefers to wipe her runny nose and whine over her lost memories, which, incidentally remain almost as lost on page 387 as they did on page 1.
The creatures she comes into contact with in Aria are a fabulous cast to be presented in subsequent books of this fantasy series. But although I understood clearly how the series was to be set up, and how Story affects everything in this world and apparently all others, centering the Universe as a whole on the backs of these Muses, if Fable is an example, seems to be such a travesty and blind mistake on the part of whatever gods decided to set this scenario up and let it play out, they must all been drunk and in need of a cosmic joke. This girl (because although she's of an age to be a woman, she never acts like it) prints up 214 pages of a manuscript she has been writing day and night without any breaks, tucks it under her arm and heads to a cafe, where she consumes enough food to kill an elephant and then loses all but 14 pages when there's (what I'll call here to minimize spoilers) 'an incident.'
Who in the world walks around with an entire manuscript in an age of laptops? As a writer, I might decide to print up sections of the work in progress and take those to another location to browse over or edit, but would I ever believe I was going to camp out at a cafe long enough to read through an entire book? Absolutely not.
I knew who was going to be the biggest threat to Fable halfway through the book, and indeed, that was confirmed with too many pages to go until the end. The wrap-up mostly made sense, but was lengthy and anti-climactic. This first novel could have done with another round of editing to beef up the heroine, dole out more of her memories to prevent her bumbling cluelessly through the entire book, and regretfully but necessarily, weed out some of the wonderful imagery, which could to be dropped into later books in the series to build up momentum during Murder of Crows.