This is the worst book I’ve read all year. I guess that’s my fault though, I’ve chosen really well for the most part. I stopped reading mid-chapter 8 because it got to the point where there were absolutely no redeeming qualities and each corny interaction soured my mood further and further. I felt guilty reading it. In comparison, this makes Christopher Paolini’s Eragon seem like the most creative work in decades.
To recap, the dark lord that’s been dead for 2000 years wakes up, which triggers an ancient spell that tells literally everyone on the planet he’s back. Aside from the main characters, nobody seems to care. The protagonist of the story, Alexander is already highly proficient at magic, and weaponry. So is his entire family, except his older brother who dies on the first page. In fact his parents are masters in the art. Everyone in the story is a Mary Sue.
Oh yeah, our hero just realized that he’s the chosen one, and heir to some lofty throne or whatever. He gets sat down by his entire family, and a few random dudes from around town so that they can explain to him that he is indeed the chosen one that has to defeat the dark lord. I am not exaggerating. This all occurs within the first three chapters of the book. To give you some perspective, this encompasses the first 30 minutes of a 20 hour audiobook, of a seven book series.
By the fourth chapter we get a random POV chapter of the enemy who’s just evil for no reason.
There are healing potions.
The characters aren’t redeeming, and the situations are ridiculous. None of the situations could ever happen naturally. I really wanted to finish this to give an honest review. But it was painful. Truly, truly painful.