Author: J. F. Parcher
ISBN: 978-1-62420-132-5
Genre: Fantasy
Excerpt Heat Level: 1
Book Heat Level: 1
REVIEW:
4 Star Review
The Tower and the Assassin by J F Parcher
Publisher: Rogue Phoenix Press
Genre: Action/Adventure, Sci-Fi/Fantasy, Young Adult
Length: Full Length (174 pgs)
Age Recommendation: 14+
Rating: 4 stars
Review by: Aloe
Publisher: Rogue Phoenix Press
Genre: Action/Adventure, Sci-Fi/Fantasy, Young Adult
Length: Full Length (174 pgs)
Age Recommendation: 14+
Rating: 4 stars
Review by: Aloe
What started out as a simple trip to
dusty, boring museum has become more than Tom Vogenson had bargained for. After
a fateful encounter with a mysterious artifact, he finds himself kidnapped by a
society of wizards and transported against his will to a world on the verge of
reviving a centuries old war. While learning about his unique and mysterious
abilities, he is also targeted for death by a mysterious kingdom of assassins
who fear his powerful presence may upset their secret plans. Adding to the
complexity, Tom finds himself forging a relationship with a young girl, who may
or may not be the unwilling tool of the assassins herself. In order to save
himself and his new friends he will have to master his newfound powers and
figure out friend from foe, before its too late.
He’s getting really tired of walking around San Francisco with his
cousin. After all, they had a car available. Why walk? Pretty soon, he’ll have
more to concern him. An innocent guided tour of an old building is pretty
boring until he looks in the mirror. He sees more than himself in that mirror.
And he’s soon sent through another door that takes him away from his world…
This story moves fast and is
exciting. The author does a very good job of weaving his words and drawing your
attention. Young adults should really enjoy the storyline. I’ve just finished
reading this book and am already to read the next one!
Tom doesn’t understand where he is,
how he got there, or what he’s supposed to do now that he’s there. He quickly
finds out this is a world where life doesn’t count for much. While waiting for
the person to transport him to the Tower, he witnesses a fight where a young
woman is killed. He even manages to get involved when he shouldn’t have. That’s
a not a good start.
He has new skills to learn, new
friends to make and new enemies all in the first day. He’s haunted by the girl
he saved but she’s an assassin and he can’t even speak to her. She’s from the
other side. She manages to let him know they have a chameleon in their midst.
But every time he runs into her, there is a fight around them and bad things
happen. He wants to be on the side of right, but how does he know which is
right? Murdering people is obviously bad. She doesn’t seem to be like that,
though. Is that because he doesn’t want to see her that way?
It starts out as training and
escalates to war before the story ends. You’ll find yourself flipping pages and
wondering where the author is going next. I’m anxious to read the next
installment in this series. It grabs you and you want to know how it’s going to
all work out or if it won’t.
TAGLINE
An ancient society of wizards, a dangerous kingdom of
assassins, and one average kid whose world is about to be turned on its head.
BLURB
What started out as a simple trip to dusty, boring museum
has become more than Tom Vogenson had bargained for. After a fateful encounter
with a mysterious artifact, he finds himself kidnapped by a society of wizards
and transported against his will to a world on the verge of reviving a
centuries old war. While learning about his unique and mysterious abilities, he
is also targeted for death by a mysterious kingdom of assassins who fear his
powerful presence may upset their secret plans. Adding to the complexity, Tom
finds himself forging a relationship with a young girl, who may or may not be
the unwilling tool of the assassins herself. In order to save himself and his
new friends he will have to master his newfound powers and figure out friend
from foe, before its too late.
EXCERPT
Then,
from the darkness of the doorway, a black-cloaked figure emerged. Despite the
dark cowl that concealed the face and the body, Tom could tell that the figure
was imposing, wearing a suit of black leather, along with black gloves and
boots under the cloak. The cloaked figure slowly turned, and even though he
couldn't see any eyes under the shadowy hood, Tom felt like he was being
watched.
After
a few tense moments, the cloaked figure removed its hood, revealing the soft,
graceful features of a woman's face. Dark curls spilled out from the hood, and
the woman's intense green eyes gave the entire courtyard one more glance before
she spun on her heel and melted back into the darkness of the doorway.
Tom
leaned in towards Ashling without taking his eyes off of the doorway.
"What's going on?" he whispered.
"Shh!"
she commanded, giving him a cross look out of the corner of her eye. "Just
stay put, stay quiet and if anything happens, get under the table."
Tom
was about to ask what she meant by "if anything happens," but he
didn't get the chance. Out of the doorway came the dark-haired woman in the
cloak, but this time, she was not alone.
They
marched in perfect time as they entered the courtyard, almost as if they were
all parts of the same living organism. Their movements were quick, purposeful
and precise, as if they had been rehearsed time and time again. They turned
corners sharply, almost mechanically, on near-perfect angles. They walked at
exactly the same time, their steps simultaneous. They were clad in dark leather
and cloaks, and like their dark-haired leader, it was impossible to see faces
under their hoods.
As
they marched, Tom counted them. There were twenty of them, in two rows, both
led by the woman with the dark hair. She led them around the full perimeter of
the courtyard while the crowd looked on silently, their expressions cold and
serious. Eventually, the group split when it came to the empty table, each line
walking down one side. When they had traversed the entire length, the
dark-haired woman stopped abruptly, her followers freezing in place. All except
one, who took an extra step, and bumped into the cloaked figure in front of
him, forcing him to scramble in order to regain his position.
Instantly,
the dark-haired woman was on him. She rushed over to where he stood, and,
extending her gloved hand, struck him open-palmed across the head with a blow
so brutal that Tom winced as it connected audibly with the unfortunate person's
head. The struck figure hit the ground, hard but quickly scampered back to his
feet. Satisfied, the dark-haired woman went back to the head of the table and
sat. This seemed to be some sort of signal, because her followers all uncovered
their hooded heads as they also sat.
Tom
looked at the faces of the cloaked figures. A few of them wore somber
expressions, almost as if they were on the verge of tears. They kept their eyes
on the table as they sat, not looking anyone in the eyes. Others were giving
the crowd of tavern patrons angry, challenging looks. One of the larger figures
uncloaked to reveal a leonine head, with skin the color of bronze and dark hair
wrapped tightly in long, thick dreadlocks. He wore a thick beard and gave the
entire courtyard a dismissive look as he sat.
The
dark-haired woman rose, and sighting one of the servers, gestured forcefully
for her to come over. The server, a young woman with long, jet black hair,
crossed to the woman, who forcefully spat out a series of commands. The server
listened but did not make eye contact with the woman, and when she was done
issuing orders, the server nodded and headed back to the kitchen.
Gradually,
the room sprang back to life and the dull roar of conversation slowly returned.
People went back to their seats and continued about their business, but Tom
could sense that the presence of the new arrivals had dampened the atmosphere. Conversations
were a little quieter and less boisterous than before. He could even see that
people's behavior was a little more reserved than they had been previously. The
old timer with the violin had stopped his playing, and the tattooed man had put
away his pipe and was now muttering under his breath with a group of similarly
dressed toughs in the corner.
Ashling
finally turned to Tom, the carefree glint back in her eyes.
"Well,
that was quiet an entrance, don't you think?" she smirked.
"Who...who
are they?" Tom sputtered, still looking on in awe-struck confusion.
Ashling
nodded slightly in the direction of the table.
"They're
Necromancers."
"Necromancers?"
"You
really are new. Necromancers. They are the guardians of the Dark Lords of the
Cabal, the rulers of eastern Ralidore."
Hamilton
finally returned to the table and, drink in hand, sat next to Tom and Ashling,
his eyes locked on the necromancer's table.
"Yep,
steer clear of them, kitten. They ain't nothing but bad times."
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