Thursday, March 22, 2012

Prophecy of the Flame by Lynn Hardy


ABOUT THE BOOK

In a blinding flash of light, five nondescript strangers are yanked from this world and thrust into a land of sorcery as they are granted the looks and abilities of the people they were playing. This band of wannabe heroes soon discovers that having the powers they have always dreamed of, does not make life a dream come true. The Crusaders of the Light struggle to form a cohesive band as they blend twentieth century technology with the supernatural powers of this new world, fighting to liberate the kingdom of Cuthburan from the evil horde threatening humanity.

Battle is also waged within Reba, an ordinary housewife who has become the most powerful mage on the planet, as she struggles to remain true to her wedding vows. Drawn against her will to the arms of Prince Alexandros, Reba must choose between a marriage to a handsome prince in a magical world or returning to the husband she left behind.

MY THOUGHTS

What a unique plot! What started as a band of friends gathering together role-playing takes a big jump and transports those characters into another world, with super powers! Reba is the main heroine and soon finds out she has a destiny and is one of the most powerful people on the planet.  She also has a struggle with the heart, loving her husband at home but also desiring the prince on this planet.  It makes for an interesting love triangle.   The characters are interesting and complex, yet a bit dry.  I wish there had been more emotion so I could know them better.  I really enjoyed the illustrations in the novel - it really gave this reader a more vivid look at how the author perceived things and people.  I've read that this novel has been picked up to be made into a movie, so I relish the thought of seeing it and see how it compares to the book.  If you're looking for a magical fantasy by a new author, pick up Prophecy of the Flame!


* I received a copy of this book for review purposes only.  All thoughts and opinions are expressly my own.

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