In a world of fantasy this book was OK. Prince Daymon is very much a man for the people, he gives up his freedom to save the life of a small child. When he is imprisoned it is the strength in the belief that his beloved Rhyder will rescue him from the hell he finds himself in that keeps him strong enough to survive.
The story contains flashbacks in Prince Daymon’s life. They offer perspective into the societal position of an Evoker, they offer insight into how the relationship between Daymon and Rhyder evolved. This isn’t my favorite way to read a story, in this case it works but it does come with a condition. If this story was intended as a standalone and the author is not going to give us more adventures of Prince Daymon and Rhyder, I would look at the review in a different perspective and not give the book the benefit of the doubt. As the author makes me believe that this is the BEGINNING, then this story did a good job of introducing the characters and giving us a glimpse into this fantasy world.
I was blown away at how well the author can tell a tale of Despair. This was by far the best part of the book. As the reader I was really drawn in and felt the despair that Prince Daymon felt during his captivity, this was brilliantly written.
I’m looking forward to the further adventures of Prince Daymon and Rhyder.
Prince Daymon is an Evoker—possessor of rare and feared magical powers.
When he is captured by bandits who plan to use his gifts for their own benefit he must depend upon his lover to come to his rescue.
Rhyder is captain of Daymon’s personal guard and the legendary ‘Lion of the West’, but can he reach the man he loves before it’s too late?
DIANA WATERS is a New Zealander currently living in rural Japan. She has no idea where in the world she’ll be this time next year and is pretty okay with that. Other than reading and writing, her main passions include travel, Japanese pop culture, and competitive swimming.
Rhyder straightened up from where he had been examining the array of training swords, and Daymon could have kicked himself. What was he saying, he already knew this was Rhyder—and Rhyder, judging from the slight quirk of his mouth, knew that too. Still, the man was polite enough not to say anything to embarrass Daymon and made a bow. “At your service, Your Highness. But if it please you, I am no Sir. Just Rhyder will suffice.”
“Oh. Yes. Of course, I knew that. I just….” Daymon trailed off, all of his practiced conversations and smooth, courtly language failing him.
When it became apparent that Daymon was lost for words, Rhyder prompted him, as though there had been no awkward pause. “And you are Prince Daymon. It’s a pleasure to finally meet you, Your Highness. To what do I owe the honor?”
“I… um, that is. I always wanted to meet you! Ever since I heard the stories, you know, the ones about… and there are so many of them! Is it true you bested Kharsan the Great in single combat? And that you tamed a Rhodan horse when you were only twelve?” With an effort, Daymon stopped before he could embarrass himself further.
To his credit, Rhyder did not laugh at his babbling. “Yes and yes,” he replied easily, as though this was the kind of conversation he had every day—which, for all Daymon knew, he did. “I did have some help with that second one, however. And if truth be told, I’ve wanted to meet you for some time now as well.”
“Me?” Daymon squeaked.
“Indeed. Your Highness must be aware that if there are plenty of stories about me, there are many more surrounding you.”