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A review by smaximiek
A Conspiracy of Alchemists by Liesel Schwarz
1.0
I wanted to like this. I did. The fundamental problem is that it read like a cross between extremely bad fanfiction and wanna be erotica - with questionable editing. You know, just to add insult to it all.
Ok, here is an example: Marsh, you honestly don't think that I am going to swallow all this wibble about magical women who rule the world?
Wibble?! I am supposed to give her bonus points for working in a partial Dr. Who call out in a book? Oh wait. Victorian era steampunk. No.
And this take place in a middle of the worse pivotal plot change moment ever. She has been Fighting her Destiny Loudly all along. And then its just...Oh! Well, because you said so! I will happily accept my destiny! Lets tally on then! Woot!
It was the most single boring change of mind I have ever read.
And lets talk about the romance. Oh dear lord. This read like a very bad harlequin novel here. I mean, it was...ok, it was drivel. By the end, when she was in negligee - uh, opps, I mean, toga - laying on a stone slab to be a sacrifice (NOT KIDDING HERE) I was waiting for this to turn into a bad sex scene - you could tell she just wanted to go there.
The closest thing to interesting in this book was the absinthe fairy. That is not saying much.
Ok, here is an example: Marsh, you honestly don't think that I am going to swallow all this wibble about magical women who rule the world?
Wibble?! I am supposed to give her bonus points for working in a partial Dr. Who call out in a book? Oh wait. Victorian era steampunk. No.
And this take place in a middle of the worse pivotal plot change moment ever. She has been Fighting her Destiny Loudly all along. And then its just...Oh! Well, because you said so! I will happily accept my destiny! Lets tally on then! Woot!
It was the most single boring change of mind I have ever read.
And lets talk about the romance. Oh dear lord. This read like a very bad harlequin novel here. I mean, it was...ok, it was drivel. By the end, when she was in negligee - uh, opps, I mean, toga - laying on a stone slab to be a sacrifice (NOT KIDDING HERE) I was waiting for this to turn into a bad sex scene - you could tell she just wanted to go there.
The closest thing to interesting in this book was the absinthe fairy. That is not saying much.