A friend of mine sent this to me to review, and after a reading through what is present a couple of times I think I am finally ready to post my thoughts. In brief, what is present here is the skeleton of a decent novel, haunted by numerous shortcomings and a few outright failures. While the setting created has the potential to be engaging, the story quickly falls apart under scrutiny. Getting past a litany of grammatical and other technical errors, the true sins of this book lie in it's characters and plot. The characters fail to develop any real characterization or depth, opting instead to act as sad parodies of the tropes they are meant to represent. The plot, such as it is, fails to be about much in the way of anything outside some very troubling themes and undertones regarding the treatment of women and the implied genetic superiority of a ruling class. A good story, like all art should tell us something. Whether it is about the world, ourselves, or the medium it takes place in, good art has a voice. What Mr. Word manages to convey here is merely "I enjoy fantasy stories". As do I Mr. Word, but what I read here, though admittedly unfinished, is a story that lacks a firm grasp of what makes the fantasy genre, or even just literary fiction, interesting and engaging in the first place.