Book Review: Hawkspar

In a world where names are against the law…

But seriously; Hawkspar is a novel focused on a young acolyte who has long since forgotten their name—a trait apparently commonly held in the convent to which he is a part. While this might seem a burden, it actually does come with some perks. Power, for one. This Ossalene Order, as it is known, replaces most of its acolytes’ eyes with stone, in turn imparting them tremendous abilities.

Ruling the Order are the Oracle Eyes—pairs of eyes with the ability to sense the currents of time themselves (which I have to say is a rather neat trick). This is where the titularname comes in—Hawkspar is the first among this “council,” functioning as the Eyes of War. Unfortunately, there are of course divisions within the order, mostly revolving around the fact that some people are not so much putting identity behind them.

Oracle-based intrigue? Alright, that gets some creativity points!

But wait—the intrigue isn’t the focus of the novel? Oh, well, at least—*Enter the nameless, faceless evil*–Oh, hell. Cue some deus ex machina, a sudden influx of the cliché, a plotline that begins to wander rather than hone and focus, and a resolution that falls flat on its face, and what begins with a bit of unique promise stumbles, trips, and quickly takes a face plant.

Sloppy editing only exacerbates the problems, and that we cannot even end with a sense of satisfaction leaves this one in desperate need of some air; it’s suffocating. It’s just not one I can recommend, no matter how many quality reviews its prequel received.