I had come across the book randomly about two years ago and remember hearing years prior that I would enjoy it. I think the phrase used was something along the lines of 'this is right up your alley'.
Unfortunately, I don't know what that means. Pretty sure my varied tastes lead to many alleys, some dirty and scary, others more inviting. Come back to to find which alley this fits in, and possibly more important, what the hell a Mandala is...
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Wow, that's all I can say. Unfortunately, it's not a good wow. This book was painful to read, at least as far I as had made it through.
First off a Mandala is apparently the author's attempt at reimagining H.P. Lovecraft's Elder Gods (you know Cthulhu, Nyarlothep, and all those guys). The Mandala's are lies based off of myths that may or may not have been routed in truth. A Mandala is a central sigil associated with a certain spell. What a Mandala isn't, is interesting or remotely entertaining. At least The 37th Mandala isn't.
The writing is dry, so dry in fact, it renders the adventure within the story boring. Merriam Webster would have written a more engaging book than Marc Laidlaw did here. To further turn off anyone holding this book in their hands, is the fact it's filled with unrealistic characters, leaving you completely uninterested in the outcome of their lives. Readers would have been better served had Laidlaw acted as muse for a different more competent author. I only say that because typically anything with the Elder Gods is worth giving a shot; this however is not.
As if you needed this bit, but the rating is...
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