Prophecy of Thol, the first book of Dawn Greenfield Ireland’s Thol trilogy, is a richly detailed story set partly on our familiar Earth and partly on Thol, a planet in a parallel dimension. D’laine Jackson, the seventeen-year-old protagonist, travels to this world by the most freakish of accidents as she and her family are leaving the local shopping mall.
The author makes it clear in the first Thol book that there is much more of this sprawling story that will be told in the upcoming books. That being said, and with all due appreciation for her wish to avoid overloading the reader with exposition—always a clear and present danger in world-building sci-fi—I did feel the lack of certain foundational details, starting with the origin of the heroine’s name. “D’laine” struck me as an homage to Anne McCaffrey’s Dragonriders of Pern series, in which many of the characters’ names consist of a consonant, an apostrophe, and a syllable, e.g. F’lar or T’ron. How did her father choose her name, or did he? Did someone use a dimensional portal to leave the infant D’laine on Lee Jackson’s doorstep?
Because D’laine figures so prominently in a sacred prophecy of an alien world, and because she regularly has dreams about some of the characters she meets in this other plane of existence, I would have liked to see more evidence of her linkage with Thol. She already has an instinctive understanding of the powers she will learn to develop and use on Thol; we see this when she invokes “the Spirit and the Universe” to heal her brother when he is injured at a baseball game. However, given the calm maturity she displays at this time of crisis, and given the fact that she was raised by an astrophysicist who has long fantasized about being able to travel to other worlds, I was disappointed by how petulant she is when she is first transported to Thol. At various times, she insults her hosts’ dwelling, their language, their culture, their modes of expression, and their pace of technological development. Granted, it’s impossible to know how any of us would react if we were swept up in a tornado-like construct to a place much farther away than Oz, and adolescence is probably a difficult time on any world, but I had too hard a time reconciling the predestined savior of an advanced extraterrestrial civilization with this sulking brat.
However, I was gratified by the swift pacing of the story, particularly once D’laine learns to develop her innate sorcery. There are unmistakable parallels between Ghury teaching D’laine to use her mental powers and Yoda teaching Luke Skywalker to use the Force, but she learns quickly, and none too soon to save everybody’s bacon when a marauding tribe attacks their city.
The author meticulously describes the differences in how fundamental concepts are understood and expressed on Thol as opposed to Earth, but in stories of this type, great care must always be taken to maintain internal consistency. For instance, there are places near the end of the book where Tholians refer to weeks and months instead of notches and kelds. I wanted to know, though, how closely their time corresponds to ours. The lack of explanation of such details seemed to imply that their days, weeks and months are precisely the same as ours. Not only is this improbable in the extreme (D’laine even mentions their similarity, and given her upbringing, she would probably have been familiar with the huge disparities in this context between even the planets in the solar system), but there would have been a lot of room to explore her difficulty in adjusting to a place where at least one sun is in the sky for four or five days in a row, and where what they think of as a “week” lasts about two Earth months.
There is an old showbiz aphorism: “There are no small parts, only small actors.” I commend the author for how richly developed the secondary characters are in this story, and in one particular case, she could have gone much further. I felt an instant kinship with Dr. Stanley Daigle, and would have liked to see more of his inner personality. In all probability, the author wanted to keep him from devolving into a caricature of the absent-minded professor, but the passage on page 99, where he jumps up and starts covering his colleague’s wall with diagrams because he can’t contain his excitement, provides a marvelous hint of what drives him. His colleague often says that it is difficult and sometimes impossible to keep up with him, but I had hoped to see concrete examples of this. Perhaps while he was setting up his detection equipment in the parking lot of the mall where D’laine vanished, he could have been mumbling to himself about Eigenvectors, biomolecular resonances, and other aspects of physics that are too esoteric even for his bosses. I would look forward to seeing him play a much larger role in the later books, perhaps even helping D’laine uncover and understand the central mystery of her identity.
In Prophecy of Thol, Dawn Greenfield Ireland introduces the reader to a planet that is much like ours in many ways, and altogether different in others. It will be interesting to see, in the sequels, how deeply she delves into the emotional and interdimensional connections between the worlds that shaped D’laine Jackson into who she is and who she is becoming.