My library recommended this book. I was reluctant, as I’m not one for High/Epic Fantasy a la Tolkien or Brandon Sanderson.
I was glad to be proven wrong.
The dream chooses the dreamer, not the other way around—and Lazlo Strange, war orphan and junior librarian, has always feared that his dream chose poorly. Since he was five years old, he’s been obsessed with the mythic lost city of Weep, but it would take someone bolder than he to cross half the world in search of it. Then a stunning opportunity presents itself, in the form of a hero called the Godslayer and a band of legendary warriors, and he has to seize his chance or lose his dream forever.
While the opening was, in my opinion, the kind of gore/shock scene that has become too typical of the genre, the chapters following it, where Taylor introduces you to Strange, was absorbing enough to keep me wondering “what happens next?”
That’s good storytelling, in my book.