Author: Sigmund Brouwer
Genre: Historical Fantasy
Series: Merlin’s Immortals
I’m honestly not sure how to go about writing a review for this book, other than just to come right out and say it: It’s appropriately named—I felt like the entire story, every scene, every character, every plot point, was shrouded in mist. I didn’t feel like I could see anything or anyone clearly. I didn’t understand why the characters did what they did. I didn’t understand what was going on, where it was taking place, or what the purpose was. In some parts of the book, with all the deceptions, double agents, and secret identities going on, I couldn’t even tell which character was which—let alone who was good, bad, or indifferent. I really just felt like I was squinting at this story through a thick fog.
I wanted to love this book—really I did. And who knows, I might have had I actually been able to tell what in the world was supposed to be going on. But as it was, I honestly couldn’t see through the mist to the fortress.
I received a free copy of this book in exchange for my review. A favorable review was not required.