| There is something very evocative in Sam Bowrings
    writing, something very pictorial, bringing to mind images from fantasy art - something
    very ethereal in the style of John Howe. To my mind, it is a great pity that the cover art
    does not reflect this. The novel itself is the highest of high fantasy, with great magical
    battles and armies clashing, gods disputing, light fighting shadow, and in the middle of
    it all, a baby, born of prophecy, body and soul torn in two. One baby is taken by light,
    one by shadow, but they are two halves of one whole.  I do rather think that Bowring
    somewhat loses the reader in the extended dream sequence which acts as the climax of this
    novel, but its still great stuff, and if not wholly original, it does avoid most of
    the clichés. One of the strongest moments for me occurs when Losara, near the end of the
    world, in the depths of shadow, finds a beautiful and delicate flower. He is told that if
    the Light wins, this beauty will be the first to fade, burned away by the brightness. Very
    poignant, I thought. Obviously, this trilogy is not going to be one of those routine
    fantasy epics, with not a new idea in sight. And a good thing, too. 
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