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REVIEW:  The Last Hour of Gann by R. Lee Smith

REVIEW: The Last Hour of Gann by R. Lee Smith

Dear R. Lee Smith:

I can’t remember the last time a book had me so engaged emotionally and so utterly captivated by the storyline. Maybe not since Meljean Brook’s Iron Duke or Jennifer Ashley’s The Madness of Lord Ian Mackenzie. I’ve been telling everyone I know, from posting about it on Facebook, to tweeting about it, texting local friends, and emailing others.

Last Hour of Gann R Lee Smith
The world building blew me away as did the hero, Meoraq. The heroine, Amber, was also quite good although her character was a bit more problematic. Let me state up front that bad things happen to Amber in this book. Bad things happen to Meoraq too and in some ways more devastating than what happens to Amber but that might be debatable.

The short summary of this review is Amber and Meoraq go on a quest (only one of them really knows this), fall in love, bad things happen, and then the end.  I loved it even though the hero is a lizardman. Longer, spoiler-y review below.

I’m sharing some details because I want to try to convince people to read the book and I think a little background is not amiss. If a reader doesn’t like any kind of spoilers, stop now and just skip to the buy buttons at the bottom.

Ahem.

Amber is the daughter of a prostitue and in post apocalyptic Earth where there is population control due to dying resources, Amber and her sister, Nicci, are left with few options. Amber decides that she and Nicci will embark on Earth’s first colony-ship in hopes that they will obtain a better chance at life in another planet. Nicci does not want to go but Amber forces her too. This decision will haunt Amber forever.

Amber and Nicci’s ship crash lands on an unknown world and only about 50 of the several thousand humans aboard the ship survive. Out of the small group of survivors are two leaders – Amber and Scott.  Amber is a terrible people person and despite having a good head on her shoulders such as knowing not to camp in a valley during a rain, no one will listen to her.  Scott is the opposite. He has few survival skills but for his charisma.  Scott and Nicci (and most of the humans) are the most poorly drawn characters in the story. We never really get a sense of why anyone would follow Scott, but they do. I wished we had been shown instead of told that Scott was charismatic because I only saw him as a sniveling coward. Nonetheless, Scott recognizes that Amber is a threat to his leadership and does everything he can to marginalize her. The only thing that really saves her is that she is the one person whom Meoraq communicates with.

Meoraq. Holy cow. Best hero I’ve read all year. Meoraq is a Sword of Sheul, God’s Striding Foot. He is of the house of Uyane, son of the finest warrior Sheul has known. Meoraq himself is victor of hundreds of trials and known throughout the land.  As a Sheulek , Meoraq commands the respect of all men and all women because he is in a position closest to God.  The process of becoming a Sheulek is something akin to page – knight – baron or  cub scout -> scout -> eagle scout.  Essentially Sheulek is the highest position that can be held and in this religious run world, a warrior priest.

He gets to partake of whatever he desires, including the females.  As the eldest son Meoraq will eventually have to take up the stewardship of the House of Uyane and marry a woman and beget sons on her.  He looks forward to this task as one might look forward to licking a toilet clean. Meoraq will get to marrying and settling down in his own damned time.  He admits that humility is something he needs to work on.

Obviously. How many other Sheuleks do you have in your damned city tonight?

‘Forgive me, O my Father, and give me patience,’ Meoraq thought. He said, politely, “I am.”

“I am Exarch Ylsathoc Hirut.”

Meoraq waited.

The exarch frowned, clearly annoyed that he did not fall back cowering at the name. “Surely you were told that I wished to speak with you as soon as you arrived, as I was told the moment that you passed the gates of this city. But that was more than an hour ago. And here I have been. Waiting.”

I am a Sheulek and I go where I fucking well will.

One night as he gazes out into the sky, he sees a burning hand (Amber’s ship) and immediately believes that this is a sign from Sheul to seek on the holy temple of Xi’Matezh.  There he hopes to enter the inner sanctum that opens only for some and hear the voice of God tell him his future path. Meoraq does not lack confidence. Not only does he believe that he can make the trek but that the doors of the temple will open for him AND that he is important enough that God will speak to him about an unimportant of an issue as who shall be Meoraq’s wife. Even his cousin is amazed at Meoraq’s brazenness.

When Meoraq comes upon the humans, they all view him as an ignorant animal, all except Amber who recognizes that he understands her. Of course Meoraq is thinking the very same thing. At first they are disgusting features with no face but when they speak, he understands that these must be a different sort of creature made by God. Not only that but God must have put them in his path as part of his quest.

The longer he listened, the more certain Meoraq became that the strange chatter of the creatures who called themselves humans was indeed a true language, entirely separate from his own. This troubled him. The Prophet’s Word is the only Word. This was the first law of Sheul, repeated no less than twenty-three times throughout the book of His Word, and apart from the obvious, it had been interpreted to mean that there must be a single language so that all men might hear and understand the wisdoms of Sheul. Where once there had been countless tongues spoken over Gann, there was now only one: Dumaqi, the speech of men.

So. That the humans neither spoke nor even seemed to understand dumaqi was therefore an ominous sign of their true nature, but Meoraq had to admit that he had not emerged from his mother’s womb speaking it either. He would have to meditate on the matter.

The first third of the story is rather slow but filled with details about the world. We learn that Amber is a strong willed character, observant, smart and unfortunately devoted to her very weak sister.  We learn that Meoraq is a great warrior and that his religion has some unfortunate aspects that he believes in blindly. For instance, women are simply there to be seen and not heard. They are sniveling, whiny things good for only begetting sons and he was almost repelled by his own father’s devotion to the woman that spat him out.  Another unfortunate aspect is that all things are determined by combat. Disputes are decided between “champions” and the one that wins is determined to be right. I.e., if you throw a witch in water with her feet bound by concrete and she floats, then she isn’t a witch.  Meoraq always wins those disputes no matter how many men are thrown at him. Hence his status as Sheulek and his revered  reputation.

But Meoraq’s belief in the rightness of Sheul is compelling. He’s a fanatic but an incredibly thoughtful one. He’s the Sword of Sheul and he seeks to abide by the Word of Sheul at all times.  He does not give in to Gann (evil), or when he does, he seeks forgiveness and/or understanding.

He had been with many women in his twelve years of Striding (as Master Tsazr had said on that long-ago day, more than he could count), but what of that? He had also gone cheerfully without, not merely for days but for days by the brace. And while there were a few times that he could recall being aware of the lack, for the most part, he seldom thought of women at all if he were not exposed to them. He had felt Gann’s lusts on occasion when traveling but never, never suffered from them. Then again, he had never felt them this way before—dawn to dusk to dawn again, every hour almost unceasing. It was more than temptation; it was torture.

As he and Amber spend more time together, they move from antagonists to tentative friends to feeling unmoored without the other.  Ultimately Meoraq comes to believe that Amber is the gift from God. His feelings toward Amber become so strong that they rival his faith.  What makes their romance all the more incredible is that Meoraq is a biped lizard complete with scales, spines that move with his emotional state, and sex organs unlike humans.  Even more amazing is that when I was reading this book (and even after I was reading other books) Meoraq became the hottest thing around. He’s an amazing alpha hero who would walk through Gann (hell) to be with the one he loves. And he loves Amber despite her physical grotesqueness.

One of the amazing things about this book is making the reader fall in love with the lizardman. And part of the success in doing this is that we only see human features through the eyes of Meoraq and other lizard people. To those, humans are the disgusting ugly ones:

In the meantime, this left him struggling to make sense of a creature who thought all she had to do to talk was move her mouthparts around. And really, what else could they do? A human’s flat face had no snout, which meant no resonance chamber, and Sheul alone knew how hard it must be to make those wriggly little mouthparts shape the sounds those deformed tongues could not. Given their limitations, their absurdly simplistic language was no more than sounds strung together, entirely lacking the subtle nuance and precision of dumaqi.

Another character in the book when viewing Amber can only comment on her name because to the lizardlady (as Amber calls them) that’s the only compliment she can give “Nraqi leaned back, cupping Amber’s face gently between her hands and smiling. “Such a pretty name for…well…such a pretty name!””

As great as Meoraq is, we are shown exactly why he falls for Amber. She’s stubborn but loyal. She’s smart and quick witted.  She wants the best for her sister and feels tremendous guilt at having forced Nicci on the ship with her.  She never, ever gives up.  Never. And more than once saves herself and even Meoraq. I loved her grittiness and her determination.

Amber and Meoraq challenge each other. Amber is an atheist and she scoffs at Meoraq’s devotion to Sheul yet in his darkest hour it is Amber’s faith that carries him through. They both move from an extreme point toward a deeper understanding of the other’s viewpoint.

There are some horrific things that are done to Amber in this story (yes, sexual violence) but I never felt it was gratuitous because this is a story about faith.  There are small and huge tests of faith throughout the story and looking back, I felt what happened to Amber and what happens to Meoraq added heft to conclusions that they arrive at the end of the story.  Meoraq, in particular, is changed by his interaction with Amber and the strength of his feeling for her. It is his love for Amber that makes him question his past judgments and the future of his people.

And it is through Meoraq’s infinite understanding of Amber that we, the reader, are given justification for some of Amber’s most frustrating behaviors (none of which include running into a dark house full of serial killers but mostly relate to her dealings with the humans).

There are so many layers to this story and not all of them good.  Another person reading the story pointed out some problematic gender issues that I didn’t notice when I first read it.  The violence in the story could be too much for some readers and it was painful to read some sections.  But mostly I was blown away by the world in this book that was so full and real that I was there in Sheul with Meoraq and Amber. Their love is epic and there is no doubt at the end of the story that their love will endure because it survived so much how could it not?  Despite the slow beginning, despite the violence, despite even the problematic gender issues, this is an amazing story and one that I know I’ll not only re-read and continue to recommend but one that I’ll remember for years to come.

I texted someone and said in current book blog parlance, “My book boyfriend is a lizardman.” A-

Best regards,

Jane

This book will be our November book club pick.

 

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First Page: Unpublished manuscript – YA Fantasy

First Page: Unpublished manuscript – YA Fantasy

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Blind eyes gazed straight through me. I tipped my head against the old yew and stared at the pupils etched into the wall. The goddesses always watched.
A door slammed and footsteps scurried across the courtyard. Heavy skirts swept over the stones. The breeze darted through the branches, pulling them into its dance. It plucked at my skin but, try as it might, couldn’t drag me into its embrace.

“What do you think you’re doing? You should have been ready by now.” Nevina peered down her nose at me. Even seated, I was barely a head shorter than her. The dressmaker was too small to intimidate me, but she tried. Being sequestered from court for the weeks since the aphelion soured her disposition more than usual.

“I am.” I closed the book of prayer in my lap and stood. A single collared dove cooed above while insects whirred and clicked, hidden within the tree. “The servants transferred my trunks to the gatehouse before the morning bell.”

Nevina shot the book a look of contempt. “The King should never have sent you here. It makes a mockery of the Sisters. This is no place for a girl in your position.”

I rose from the stone, smoothing my thumb over the ring on my index finger. She didn’t have any idea what my position was. “Perhaps you would care to tell him so when we return to court.”

She ignored my suggestion and turned on her heel. “The escort has arrived, My Lady. It’s time to leave.”

I tucked the small book into the pouch hanging from my belt and followed, scanning the windows overlooking the courtyard. The sisters had already left to tend to their duties, but a solitary figure peered down from the banqueting hall. Even in the gloom, her unblinking analysis was hard to miss… and her scowl. She wore the blue of the sisters, but I’d never seen her before. A single blonde curl hung free from the veil concealing her hair. Who was she? My studies with the Order de Triúr Cailíní had introduced me to all of the sisters. If I didn’t know them personally, I could at least recognise them on sight. What had I done to cause this woman, no, girl—she couldn’t be any older than I—to dislike me?

I ignored the doors and staircases leading from the courtyard and followed Nevina through an old archway. Above it, yet another set of eyes stared at me. Sculpted from the stone, they were there to remind the sisters that no matter where they were in the world, the gaze of the goddesses followed them. They reminded me of the girl in the banqueting hall. I fought the urge to look back. I could still feel the prickle of her scrutiny between my shoulder blades.

Shadows crawled from the walls, shrouding the stairs leading to the entrance hall. A single candle flickered on either side, little use in the darkness. The doors stood open, but what light filtered through the low cloud couldn’t creep inside. I wrapped my cloak more snugly around myself and stepped over the threshold one last time.

The path wound below, tracing between the scattered trees and grazing sheep, down to the barbican. The slightest trace of fragrant smoke tickled my nose. Mist curled around my ankles. The snows would arrive soon.