The Enchantress by Michael Scott


I waited until finishing the series before writing another review.

First, I finished a series, which is something I haven’t done in a long time. That’s already a good sign.

The series started as an action packed narrative filled with historical figures and mythology. In that regard, it easily gripped me.

However, a multiple book series can easily veer off course. Either the story is relegated to nothing but forced action scenes loosely chained together (*ahem* John Wick 3 *ahem*) or goes off in a wildly different direction that’s loosely connected to the first book.

This did neither.

By the third book, the action calmed down, but the depth of the book and its mysteries kept you gripped. It reminded me of the fantasy books I so loved and cherished in high school where almost nothing happens for 600 pages, but you couldn’t stop reading.

I suppose if you didn’t grow up in a time where literature taught (or assumed) patience, the series would lose you. My own bias is the whole idea of “something always needs to be happening!” is nothing more than a reflection of our current society that has chipped away at our patience and made us fearful of our own boredom.

I live for the slow reveal and the climatic reward for sticking it through. And while the final battle scenes didn’t live up to what I felt the author was preparing for, the twist at the end made up for it. I felt delighted as it was happening.

It confirmed my instincts this series was worth finishing.

You have an array of characters, all introduced and handled well so you never lose a sense of who everyone is. There’s magic, conspiracy, history, myth and contemplation of the human spirit.

What more could you want?