Book Review: Raven Song by I. A. Ashcroft
Book: Raven Song ( Inoki’s Game #Book 1)
Author: I.A. Ashcroft
Plot: A century ago, the world burned. Even now, though rebuilt and defiant, civilization is still choking on the ashes. Jackson, a smuggler, lives in the shadows, once a boy with no memory, no name, and no future. Ravens followed him, long-extinct birds only he could see, and nightmares flew in their wake. Once, Jackson thought himself to be one of the lucky few touched by magic, a candidate for the Order of Mages. He is a man now, and that dream has died. But, the ravens still follow. The nightmares still whisper in his ear. Anna’s life was under the sun, her future bright, her scientific work promising. She knew nothing of The Bombings, the poisoned world, or the occult. One day, she went to work, and the next, she awoke in a box over a hundred years in the future, screaming, fighting to breathe, and looking up into the eyes of a smuggler. Anna fears she’s gone crazy, unable to fill the massive hole in her memories, and terrified of the strange abilities she now possesses. The Coalition government has turned its watchful eyes towards them. The secret factions of the city move to collect them first. And, old gods stir in the darkness, shifting their pawns on the playing field. If Anna and Jackson wish to stay free, they must learn what they are and why they exist. Unfortunately, even if they do, it may be too late.
First of all a huge thanks to the author and her team for sharing the copy of the book with me and giving me the opportunity to get acquainted with the new Inoki Series.
The series definitely brings something new and the dystopian world it has created is unique too. The language of the book compliments the overall book flow and helps the readers to experience the book but there is only one trouble with the book and which takes out all the fun out of it
With this book, its like you are walking right into the middle of an ongoing event. You have no idea what happened before and what will happen next as you dont know the basics and the exact setting. It takes a whole lot of time to even understand where the story stands and what it is talking about. The book basically lacks the crucial background information that would have made the readers much more comfortable from the set go rather than having to wait for more than half of the book to finish to understand what exactly the book is talking about.
The Author might have adopted the strategy of letting the readers find out what the whole story is, as they progress with the book, but even so , i wish the author would let on a little more information so that it is easier for the readers to understand what is going on because the first half of the book barely registers in the mind as you recognize the actions and events that is taking place in a given scene but not what they are saying especially when they are referring to a character or event that has not even mentioned in the book
The book is good but the only trouble is that you have to wait for more than half of the book to finish to really get the idea of the world they are talking about and to able to make the jist of everything that is happening in the book
ABOUT THE BOOK
Raven Song is the first of a four book adult-oriented dystopian fantasy series, a story of intrigue, love, violence, and the old spirits in the shadows who wait for us to notice them again. Readers of Neil Gaiman, Holly Black, and Charlie Human will enjoy this dark magic-laced tale rooted on the bones of what our world could become.
Paperback: 290 pages
Published Date: March 14, 2016
Publisher: Lucid Dreams Publishing
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‘Aware that this is just the first book in the series and I am hooked and will read on, however as a standalone book it would still make a fantastic read.’ ~ Mark on Goodreads
‘A good urban fantasy with well-developed characters and a grim and complex setting. I would recommend.’ ~ DannicaZulestin on Goodreads
‘Ashcroft has a brilliant imagination coupled with an eloquent writing style that draws the reader in, makes us feel a wide array of emotions, andholds us captivated to the very end. I anxiously await the next volume in this series.’ ~ K. McCaslin on Amazon
‘I usually think endings are the worst part of most books, hard to wrap up into a logical and solid ending, this book did well at it I was satisfied but very much looking forward to the next book.’ ~ taruofatlantis on Amazon
‘The narration by Mikael Naramore was good. He was able to capture the voices of the characters well, especially the manic Tony. In general the characters were distinguishable and the voicing gave life to each of them. The production quality was good as well.’ ~ Poonam on AudioBook Reviewer.
I. A. Ashcroft has been writing fiction in many forms for almost twenty years. The author’s first book, written at age seven, featured the family cat hunting an evil sorceress alongside dragons and eagles. This preoccupation with the fantastical has not changed in the slightest.
Now, the author dwells in Phoenix, AZ alongside a wonderful tale-spinner and two increasingly deranged cats. Ashcroft writes almost exclusively in the realm of darker fantasy these days, loving to entertain adults with stories of magic, wonder, despair, violence, and hope, bringing a deep love of mythology into every tale penned. The author also loves diverse and intriguing casts of characters.
When not buried in a book, one might find Ashcroft learning languages, charting road trips, and playing tabletop RPGs with clever and fun people.
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Amazon Author Page:https://www.amazon.com/I.-A.-Ashcroft/e/B01CTY42S0/
A boy lay on the broken sidewalk, eyes closed. He was pale and thin, looking not aday over ten years old. His half-clothed body shuddered against the chilly night air.His bony frame scraped against the grime of the street as he curled into himself, tryingto keep back the cold. Overhead, the stars hung bright and lonely.
In the alley, almost invisible against the midnight darkness, a man stood tall overthe boy. His well-pressed suit was as black as the shadows, as his skin, and as the ravenon his shoulder. The way he hovered over the child, he seemed a strange guardian.But his eyes were turned upwards to the sky, away from the boy’s plight, as if it wasno real matter. In those black eyes the stars were mirrored, impossible and brilliant.Those eyes stared back into the past, when the celestial lights were loved and revered,when each constellation had a story.
Once upon a time… this was when the world had sung to him, the dream-walker,the song-weaver, the star-stringer.
Once, before humans had forgotten his name.
Now, the starry sky was almost hidden by the glowing blue haze of the Barrier, ashield cast over what was left of the city: proud New York, ruined, rebuilt, defiant.
The stranger kept staring upwards into oblivion, even as the boy let out anunhappy whimper, chills wracking his weak frame. The raven flew from the stranger’sshoulder then, alighting onto the sidewalk, picking past the weeds and rubble. Itrejoined its fellows who had settled amicably around the child, oblivious to the factthat ravens were all supposed to be dead. One hundred years ago, poison had leechedinto the earth, into the grass, into the grazers, and into the corpses left behind. Theblight spared little, its kind no exception. Regardless, this impossible creatureaffectionately brushed at the boy’s dark hair with its beak.
At the touch, the boy awoke with a start. His wide, uncomprehending eyes took inthe world as he struggled to sit up, his head swinging around wildly; past awnings andhigh rises he had never seen, past scrawled words and graffiti he could not understand.He teetered to his feet, then fell back down again as his knees gave out, sending thebirds around him into flight.
He saw no starry eyes in the darkness, no stranger standing nearby. He was halfnaked,shivering, hungry, and alone, his head aching down to his teeth. The namelessboy shook off the dreams he couldn’t remember and wondered where he was.
If there had been any passersby on that cold autumn night, they would have swornthat this boy hadn’t been there a minute ago, and no stranger or ravens had been thereat all.