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Series: Guardians of Legend #1
Rating: 4 of 5 stars
Since time immemorial, Man has lived in fear of losing his soul to the darkness of Saint Ereubus. For generations, the Ereubinians have wielded that power and ruled like gods. Three thousand years ago, Man irresolutely placed his faith in a mythical world. That world, Adoria, now holds Man s final hope.
As the last stronghold of Man is threatened, the fates of three strangers become forever intertwined and everything they once believed will be irrevocably changed as they discover… Their time has run out.
One of the first books discovered through Goodreads, Son of Ereubus drew me in with a clever blending of mythical and gritty reality.
Ariana is left alone in her grief for her parents, both murdered in a senseless war that wages between desperate, faithless humans and the evil men who steal their souls, Ereubinians. When she happens across one–a very powerful, highly esteemed one, at that–she does not face him with fear, though. Her placidity and proximity awakens something in this fierce Ereubininan named Garren who, before then, has known only ruthlessness.
She also surprises the stranger who claims to be her brother when she awakens after an injury in a realm she has doubted existed all her life, but that her best friend, Sara, has placed her faith in beyond reason. This stranger, Michael, welcomes Ariana into his world, his family and his royalty.
Michael and Garren know each other intimately, as well-acquainted enemies on the blood-soaked battlefields of Middengard. Of Ariana’s quickly fading world.
After my last misstep in taste with Marked, which my husband told me I’d hate after the first line, I figure that after he read the first sentence of Sons of Ereubus and said I’d really like it, I had no worries and needed only to sit back and enjoy.
I was misguided in that notion.
There was no sitting back and relaxation after this ride got going. The truth, the lies, the past, the future… the Prophecy, the Oni… Learning about the hidden, burdened realm of Adoria through Ariana’s eyes was as inescapable as watching Garren, inexorably, falter in his sordid people’s ways.
What I found most interesting, what with the parallels between Adorians and Ereubinians to angels and demons, respectively, was that the Adorians had no interest in religion or anything of the sort. Not even a moral code guided their guardianship of the humans. They did it to prevent the Ereubinians from obtaining control over all of Middengard, essentially, though each Adorian for his own, secondary, more personal reasons. Whereas, Ereubinians have this whole institution of observance and High Priests, Dark Lords and Goddesses. I thought it an interesting angle.
The only things that bothered me, and they were miniscule but noticeable, were:
1) the occasional slip of editorial oversight.
I use “occasional” loosely. “Far too frequent” sounds better. There were insane amounts of misused commas, periods, dialogue tags and sentences spliced together–sometimes whole words were missing.
“Our discussions are my preference.” Garren said, leaning in closer. “What brings on this insubordination from you?”
Multiply that by like 50.
I understand that Garren had time to come terms with his growing feelings for Ariana while they were apart from each other after their first meeting. I mean, it took up like half the book, their separation from one another! During this time, however, Michael was feeding Ariana tales of how dastardly and depraved Garren was, how merciless and unfeeling. All it takes are a few words from Michael about what Garren went through to save her (and, granted, it is a lot, but still…) for her to go charging into his room for kisses. It just felt unbalanced for me–that Garren has to sacrifice so much and risk everything, even his life, and all Ariana has to do is sit there and look pretty. (Although I am almost certain this will not be the case in the next book, Blood of Adoria!)
Not saying that I didn’t enjoy it. I actually quite enojyed it. It just, at first, seemed a little facile. That’s all. *Preferential note.
I started off at a slow, relaxed pace with reading this book, but soon enough, I was taking it on smoke breaks with me, errand trips, to the bathroom! Yeah! It’s been a while since I felt so connected to a book and in so many ways I was hugely grateful for the reprieve from shitty ones. There is hope, in the literary world, after all.
✩✩✩✩ 4 stars. I loved it. Every single little bit of it.
On a different note altogether, this book was signed by the author to a man named David, and I felt kinda shitty being in possession of it seeing this on the front fuckin page. Who would put up a signed–and dedicated–novel for sale on Amazon, so heartlessly? Saddo.