For my 250th review (on Shelfari, where I copied this from), I was honestly hoping to write cunningly written, insightful rave about my latest book. Instead, I'm going to write a review about "A Darkness Forged in Fire".
*Possible* spoilers throughout this review.
To be fair, it wasn't a TERRIBLE book. Not really. The book opens with glowing promise. Our intrepid hero, banished for a dishonorable deed done for all the right reasons, has been recalled to possibly restore his tarnished honor. He meets one of the only women who exist in this part of the universe (at least, the only woman who merits the description of "attractive"), and even as he is given is life-or-death mission, little heart-shaped sparks fly.
Well, no, that's not really true. I think the author wanted to believe that these two were, ahem, falling in love, but I could think of no character-driven reason why they would like each other. When she first sees him, he's been living in the woods for a year, something he's terrible at, been sprayed by a skunk - Sorry, Skunk DRAGON - and is surly and rather terse. But sure. She thinks he's a hunk all the same.
His band of "Iron Elves" is being reformed. Of course, they're not being reformed by actual elves because that would be just too kind. Instead, they get the dregs of their local society foisted on them and then are sent out into the wilderness to recover the Magic MacGuffin while operating around the various incompetencies of their Commander-in-Chief, the dunderheaded Prince.
Along the way we discover that essentially no one in this entire brigade is mentally or physically equipped to handle the challenges they'll face, their Brilliant Leader *cough, cough* is even more knuckle-headed than initially thought, and oh yes, it's very possible that the entire regiment is under some sort of bizarre curse. Swell.
And so, here's the plot of the story - journey, battle, harder journey, bigger battle, even harder journey, biggest battle. Fin.
So. Yeah. The first part had promise. There was some kind of Big Bad Evil who was going to go after the Magic MacGuffin and Do Evil Things with it. That's standard fare. There are elves, dwarfs, humans, witches and non-magical, boring ol' humans. 'Kay. I can work with all this stuff. Also, instead of (only) using sword and sorcery, these elves can also work with muskets and cannon. Also neat.
But part of the hangup I have with this work is that the author seemed so keen to say "Yes I'm using fantasy tropes but LOOK HERE - now I'm turning them on their head!" that the plot and character development started to suffer. Many things just happen between characters because they "have to." Our Intrepid Hero needs a Lady Love, so the only attractive woman of childbearing years who has any dialogue in the book immediately gets shoved into that role. They have nothing in common, you say? That doesn't matter, silly reader. Because she's a non-elf who communes with nature and he IS an elf who feels no bond with it! Oh, the tables! How they have been turned!
Honestly, I felt that the relationship, though not the individual characters, between the dwarf corporal and the rookie human recruit was better developed. The two had a friendship born of shared experiences and similar desires. Granted, those desires could be boiled down to "let's not die" but still.
The Big Bad Evil is really Madame-Not-Appearing-In-This-Volume and seems to be pretty content to sit in the shadows, steepling her fingers and chuckling an evil chuckle. Instead, we have Moderately Evil Henchman Risen In Power who is seen as the Sorta Big Bad in the book. Sorta Big Bad also pretty much just sits in a room, making evil plans and generally Being a Bad Guy, but HE has a magical, evil table. And toward the end of the book, he creates a zombie horse. So there's that.
Sigh.
I wanted so much to really like this book. I really did. I loved the overall concept of mixing fantasy and gunpowder, but for how long the book is, the story overall felt hollow. There were no real characters that I felt I could either walk around as, or walk around beside. Even Our Intrepid Hero is more morose and "woe is me; I have let down my comrades" than "Let's do this thang, gents!" His lady love is a bit too self-righteous for me, and the Mysterious Other Woman doesn't have a big enough part to carry the story.
Another gripe I had was the over-fantasization of the world. I'm honest-to-God shocked that I didn't like that. I LIKE Magic MacGuffins. I LIKE magical creatures. I LIKE strange locations. But a muraphant is an elephant. You don't need to make up a new name for something we already have. A bengar is a black tiger with red stripes. Then there's the made-up words that he throws in constantly, like "Ryk Faur". I have an IDEA of what that is, but I don't KNOW. There is no glossary, and you have to guess the meaning of words by context. Normally, that's fine, but since I wasn't thrilled by the rest of the book, having to re-translate his Fantasy-speak every time the word came up got to be a burden.
I was glad when it was over...because I forced myself to finish it when I realized that I only had 40 pages left, and I'm not sure that I will want to read the sequel, even though it's sitting on my shelf right now.
Ah, well.