By the time I was halfway through this book I was very certain that the author was LDS. It was so thick with Mormon theology. It was interesting realizing that what Jeff Wheeler did here with this book was very similar to what Joseph Smith did with "A View of the Hebrews". He took several points ...
I really enjoyed the development of the heroine and the culture in this book. In the first book I got used to the writing and who the character was going to be potentially, and in this book I was given a lot more story and development that made the heroine make a lot more sense. I liked that no...
For the final in a trilogy, this book was great at keeping the action and wrapping up story lines. But I couldn't get away from being slightly offended by women bringing destruction, though a woman also saves so I guess it makes it ok?...the religious over tones also bothered me, but I don't know...
The little boy had been petted and coddled before. Now he was shunned and scolded. Monah Stirling was replaced with a stern old woman by the name of Jewel who did not suffer him to explore the grounds, was too gouty to climb tower steps or walk the corridors with him more than once a day, and kep...
Messengers had been loosed ahead of them to warn Evie of the danger, but Owen had insisted on riding at once. After hearing what Owen had learned in his confrontation with Tunmore, Severn had not only permitted it—he’d chosen to join him. They rode like thunder and lightning, a storm that swept a...
“A friendly spirit you’ve found. How touching. Well, I suppose we should get started.” He approached the lip of the hole, peering down into darkness. He quickly sucked in some breath, feeling himself start to float like the stone itself. Then he stepped over the hole and slowly let his breath out...
He did this unwittingly, but the more evil his actions had become, the more the snow had fallen on Ceredigion. Owen nearly gasped aloud from shock. “I think you’re beginning to understand,” Sinia said, giving him a prodding nod. “You must say it, Owen. I can’t tell you everything, but I can tell ...
He had a solemn face, clean shaven, with a long thick nose and brooding eyes, his expression stern and unimpressed. As he entered the chamber and caught sight of the High Seer, those dark eyes flashed with suppressed anger, but his expression did not change. Richard Syon, the Aldermaston of Muirw...
The days were a jumbled heap in her mind, difficult to sort out. She dipped a cloth in the warm water, sopped it, squeezed out some of the excess, and then gently patted Prince Oderick’s feverish skin. Despite the oven-like temperature in the sickroom, he shivered and convulsed. His lips were cha...
It was Maia’s own voice, her own mouth that said it. The sensation was like coming awake from a vivid dream, one that blurred like fog and syrup. Somehow she had fallen asleep in the king’s tent. Her memories were muddled and thick, and though in her mind’s eye she was staring at her father and a...