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Wow. I thought it was going to be good, really. Worst book I have ever read, just in terms of quality of writing. Whoever wrote those other reviews is obviously fake because no one in his/her right mind would say this is a good book. It was so bad that, after just a couple of chapters, I was compelled to write this poem, addressed to the author.
Blood. Cold blood from seething hands
runs down the page.
A hot, fresh wound from you I craved
not a weapon without a warrior
owned as a strip of land
by a bandit.
You wear the master band
for eyes to master you;
the flash of steel mocks me
sings of petty scars.
Fingers tighten on a cold-blooded hilt.
So many things went through my mind when I read this book because I used to want to be a professional writer... When I was 15, I tried to write a fantasy novel. This book, I promise you, is a good reflection of my writing style at 14-15. Then I realized it wasn't time for me to write a novel and quit... lo and behold, I failed myself and the world because Jane Fletcher published for me the book I refused to write. I do believe I even wrote some things better than every single bit of this book when I was 15, and they were not publishable except in a teen writing magazine. Regretfully, I now know what my English teacher meant when he told me something I had written was "better than some of the stuff out there".

How this book got published, for the life of me, I can't figure out... except that it was published in Austin, a very LGBT-friendly place, so perhaps it was the lesbian theme. The writer has little grasp of the English language and story-telling in general. You can tell from the first page or two. It is full of minor grammatical/punctuation errors and poorly chosen words, not to mention poorly formed sentences, i.e. "By the time she left the Silver Mermaid, it was later than Tevi had intended, and as her feet stumbled on uneven cobbles, she realised she had drunk slightly more than was wise." Fletcher perpetually tells instead of shows the story, using the passive "to be" verb without regulation as well as dull adjectives and adverbs in place of actual story. The dialogue is boring, the jokes are unimaginative and not funny, and the atmospheric descriptions feel as though the author is just using them as a beginner's formula.

The author tries to use "big words", as she underlines when her characters repeatedly relate "polysyllabic words" to intelligence. The writing is extremely redundant, with the story basically telling you all the things you should've figured out yourself and leaving you to flesh out all the interesting ideas littering it - thought-provoking ideas that didn't provoke the writer to develop her thoughts. Oops, am I being repetitive or redundant? :)

The characters are one-dimensional and all the same - if they are different at all, it's only because the writer says so, not because of anything that happens. Tevi, the main character, is basically the exact same character as her lover, and both of them seem to have fallen in love with each other based on looks alone. When Tevi asks why Jem loves her (long-term), Jem never offers an explanation, just saying that of course a sorcerer can love a common person. In addition, not one of the characters seems to be able to articulate herself. Dialogue is strewn with dots - what a perfect reflection of the writer.

Oh, and there's a pointless sex scene, of COURSE. It happens halfway through the book, and after that you wonder why the story isn't over. Just read the last sentence of each chapter, and you will have the novel. But skip half of those because every single scene involves Tevi and Jem getting undressed, saying they missed each other sooo much after 24 hours, or otherwise touching each other for no reason relevant to the story.

The author clearly has a very high opinion of herself... Tevi seems certainly to be Fletcher, and everyone in the book has to tell Tevi how intelligent she is... because of her polysyllabic lexicon. It's also a slightly pedantic story, with references to prejudice that just come across as silly. The author tries to mix science with high fantasy, but she just manages to demonstrate how weakly she grasps science -and- history.

The book really doesn't merit such a detailed analysis - in short, everything about it screams AMATEUR. The only reason I got so into my analysis is because Fletcher reminds me so much of myself at the age of 15, before I'd ever taken a creative writing class. I wouldn't be surprised if her model is also David Eddings, who actually can write, even if only for young adults. I'm 18 now, and I'd say that instead of me paying for this book, Fletcher should be paying me for some writing advice. Alright, that's an exaggeration. Even if I were a writing teacher, I'd do it for free... Jane, I'm begging you, for the sake of humanity and yourself, take a bloody writing class. And even after that, hesitate to publish another book. If I were you, I just wouldn't - and I haven't.

I have no problem with an amateur writing a novel for fun, for themself and friends... but when I spend money, I expect it to be worth something.


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Lorimal Chalice Jane Fletcher 9780971815063 Books Reviews

This is one of the best lesbian-based fantasy novels I've read. Actually, it's one of the most enjoyable fantasy novels period. The author introduces us to Tevi, and within the first chapter, you are immediately drawn into Tevi's world and are crying for her, and cheering for her.
The main characters are well developed and believable, the prose is smooth and the action carries you from chapter to chapter. If you like fantasy novels, you'll love this story - it's engaging, endearing, sometimes scary and definitely delivers on all that a fantasy reader wants. I look forward to more from Jane Fletcher.
Under the guise of a "quest", one woman is banished from her homeland as a shameful example of a warrior by her people. During her travels, she meets another woman who happens to be a sorcerer -feared by all her townsfolk. Why the fear? What about this sorcerer is there to fear? The two women are thrown together when one is injured saving the town from an unbelievable evil. Exactly what was this evil? What danger did is pose?

While tending the "warrior" as she heals from her injury, the sorcerer accidently discovers the cause of the warrior's ineptness. What is the source? Why did no one know this before? As they begin to experience feelings for each other, they set off on a journey to enable the warrior to complete her quest. Exactly what is the quest and why is it so important to the warrior when her people care so little for her? Fate/destiny, as can be said, is mostly determined upon birth. Can it be changed? How large a part will it play on the lives of the two women? Will someone from the warrior's past be helpful or dangerous?

Journey along a road filled with intrigue, danger, life, love and honor as the writer weaves a fantastic tale. Often times you run across a book that is hard to put down to do the every day things in life. Such a book is Lorimal's Chalice.
Tevi is the oldest daughter of Red, who in turn is the daughter of the Queen of nseg. In this matrilineal society, the women are the warriors and the men are small, weak, and serve in roles as housekeepers, babysitters, and servants. Tevi does not belong. She is awkward-not good with a sword or any type of weapon-and the leaders of nseg do not believe she possesses any useful leadership skills. Her younger sister, Laff, is far better suited for power and ruling. Unfortunately, Tevi makes the mistake of revealing feelings for a woman, and in this profoundly heterosexist society, that is cause for death or exile. Like the ugly duckling, Tevi is a disgrace in the eyes of all her people.
Rather than sentence her own granddaughter to death, the Queen sends Tevi on an impossible mission to recover a chalice stolen under odd circumstances. In anguish, the 19-year-old woman embarks upon a journey to other lands. In classic Quest form, Tevi goes out in the world and this is when the fun starts. While learning new skills and finding talents she didn't know she had, she encounters wayfarers, sorcerers, enchanted castles, witches, wild animals, dwarves, and magic-and Jemeryl, who is a young Sorceress who not only saves Tevi from a terrible fate, but also proves critical in the search for the stolen chalice. As it turns out, Tevi's quest has much further reaching ramifications than anyone back in nseg ever imagined.
A mesmerizing read, LORIMAL'S CHALICE is a tour-de-force packed with adventure, ordeals, complex twists and turns, and the internal introspection of appealing characters. The author writes effortlessly, handling the size and scope of the book with ease. Not since the fantasy works of Elizabeth Moon and Lynn Flewelling have I been so thoroughly engrossed in a tale. This is knockout fiction, tantalizingly told, and beautifully packaged. I highly recommend it.
Wow. I thought it was going to be good, really. Worst book I have ever read, just in terms of quality of writing. Whoever wrote those other reviews is obviously fake because no one in his/her right mind would say this is a good book. It was so bad that, after just a couple of chapters, I was compelled to write this poem, addressed to the author.
Blood. Cold blood from seething hands
runs down the page.
A hot, fresh wound from you I craved
not a weapon without a warrior
owned as a strip of land
by a bandit.
You wear the master band
for eyes to master you;
the flash of steel mocks me
sings of petty scars.
Fingers tighten on a cold-blooded hilt.
So many things went through my mind when I read this book because I used to want to be a professional writer... When I was 15, I tried to write a fantasy novel. This book, I promise you, is a good reflection of my writing style at 14-15. Then I realized it wasn't time for me to write a novel and quit... lo and behold, I failed myself and the world because Jane Fletcher published for me the book I refused to write. I do believe I even wrote some things better than every single bit of this book when I was 15, and they were not publishable except in a teen writing magazine. Regretfully, I now know what my English teacher meant when he told me something I had written was "better than some of the stuff out there".

How this book got published, for the life of me, I can't figure out... except that it was published in Austin, a very LGBT-friendly place, so perhaps it was the lesbian theme. The writer has little grasp of the English language and story-telling in general. You can tell from the first page or two. It is full of minor grammatical/punctuation errors and poorly chosen words, not to mention poorly formed sentences, i.e. "By the time she left the Silver Mermaid, it was later than Tevi had intended, and as her feet stumbled on uneven cobbles, she realised she had drunk slightly more than was wise." Fletcher perpetually tells instead of shows the story, using the passive "to be" verb without regulation as well as dull adjectives and adverbs in place of actual story. The dialogue is boring, the jokes are unimaginative and not funny, and the atmospheric descriptions feel as though the author is just using them as a beginner's formula.

The author tries to use "big words", as she underlines when her characters repeatedly relate "polysyllabic words" to intelligence. The writing is extremely redundant, with the story basically telling you all the things you should've figured out yourself and leaving you to flesh out all the interesting ideas littering it - thought-provoking ideas that didn't provoke the writer to develop her thoughts. Oops, am I being repetitive or redundant? )

The characters are one-dimensional and all the same - if they are different at all, it's only because the writer says so, not because of anything that happens. Tevi, the main character, is basically the exact same character as her lover, and both of them seem to have fallen in love with each other based on looks alone. When Tevi asks why Jem loves her (long-term), Jem never offers an explanation, just saying that of course a sorcerer can love a common person. In addition, not one of the characters seems to be able to articulate herself. Dialogue is strewn with dots - what a perfect reflection of the writer.

Oh, and there's a pointless sex scene, of COURSE. It happens halfway through the book, and after that you wonder why the story isn't over. Just read the last sentence of each chapter, and you will have the novel. But skip half of those because every single scene involves Tevi and Jem getting undressed, saying they missed each other sooo much after 24 hours, or otherwise touching each other for no reason relevant to the story.

The author clearly has a very high opinion of herself... Tevi seems certainly to be Fletcher, and everyone in the book has to tell Tevi how intelligent she is... because of her polysyllabic lexicon. It's also a slightly pedantic story, with references to prejudice that just come across as silly. The author tries to mix science with high fantasy, but she just manages to demonstrate how weakly she grasps science -and- history.

The book really doesn't merit such a detailed analysis - in short, everything about it screams AMATEUR. The only reason I got so into my analysis is because Fletcher reminds me so much of myself at the age of 15, before I'd ever taken a creative writing class. I wouldn't be surprised if her model is also David Eddings, who actually can write, even if only for young adults. I'm 18 now, and I'd say that instead of me paying for this book, Fletcher should be paying me for some writing advice. Alright, that's an exaggeration. Even if I were a writing teacher, I'd do it for free... Jane, I'm begging you, for the sake of humanity and yourself, take a bloody writing class. And even after that, hesitate to publish another book. If I were you, I just wouldn't - and I haven't.

I have no problem with an amateur writing a novel for fun, for themself and friends... but when I spend money, I expect it to be worth something.