The Spirit Well (Bright Empires Series #3)

( 21 )

Overview

The Search for the Map—and the secret behind its cryptic code—intensifies in a quest across time, space, and multiple realities.

But what if the true treasure isn’t the map at all . . . what if the map marks something far greater? Something one world cannot contain? Those who desire to unlock that mystery are in a race to possess the secret—for good or evil.

Kit Livingstone is mastering the ability to travel across realities using ley lines and...

See more details below
Paperback (Reprint)
$14.14
BN.com price
(Save 16%)$16.99 List Price

Pick Up In Store

Reserve and pick up in 60 minutes at your local store

Other sellers (Paperback)
  • All (16) from $1.99   
  • New (11) from $2.72   
  • Used (5) from $1.99   
The Spirit Well (Bright Empires Series #3)

Available on NOOK devices and apps  
  • NOOK Devices
  • NOOK HD/HD+ Tablet
  • NOOK
  • NOOK Color
  • NOOK Tablet
  • Tablet/Phone
  • NOOK for Windows 8 Tablet
  • NOOK for iOS
  • NOOK for Android
  • NOOK Kids for iPad
  • PC/Mac
  • NOOK for Windows 8
  • NOOK for PC
  • NOOK for Mac
  • NOOK Study
  • NOOK for Web

Want a NOOK? Explore Now

NOOK Book (eBook)
$10.99
BN.com price

Overview

The Search for the Map—and the secret behind its cryptic code—intensifies in a quest across time, space, and multiple realities.

But what if the true treasure isn’t the map at all . . . what if the map marks something far greater? Something one world cannot contain? Those who desire to unlock that mystery are in a race to possess the secret—for good or evil.

Kit Livingstone is mastering the ability to travel across realities using ley lines and has forged a link from the Bone House, a sacred lodge made of animal bones, to the fabled Spirit Well, a place of profound power.

His friend Mina is undercover in a Spanish monastery high in the Pyrenees, learning all she can from a monk named Brother Lazarus. Still determined to find Kit, she is beginning to experience a greater destiny than she can fathom.

Cassandra Clarke is overseeing an archaeological dig in Arizona when a chance encounter transports her to 1950s Damascus. There, she finds herself unwillingly drawn to the Seekers—the last living remnants of the Zetetic Society who need her help to track down the missing Cosimo Livingstone and his grandson Kit.

But there are darker forces at work in the universe whose agents always seem to be one step ahead of the rest—and they’re all desperate to gain the ultimate prize in this treasure hunt where the stakes increase at every turn. At the heart of the mystery lies the Spirit Well.

“Lawhead’s intricately plotted, compelling tale continues to demonstrate his mastery of world building.” —Library Journal

Read More Show Less

Editorial Reviews

Library Journal
In this third installment in Lawhead's inspirational fantasy series (after The Bone House and The Skin Map), Kit Livingstone is perfecting his time-traveling ability as he travels to the Stone Age in search of the missing pieces of the Skin Map. Mina is in the Pyrenees, trying to learn a monk's secrets. And archaeologist Cassandra Clarke is transported from modern-day Arizona to 1950s Damascus where she meets the Seekers, the last living members of the Zetetic Society, who need her help tracking down Kit. They are in a race against time to put together the pieces of the map before dark forces can use it for the ultimate evil. VERDICT Lawhead's intricately plotted, compelling tale continues to demonstrate his mastery of world building. Although he slows the action in the beginning with too much backstory, readers who hang in there will be richly rewarded. Fans of Melanie Dobson should give this series a try.
Read More Show Less

Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781595549372
  • Publisher: Nelson, Thomas, Inc.
  • Publication date: 5/28/2013
  • Series: Bright Empires Series , #3
  • Edition description: Reprint
  • Pages: 400
  • Sales rank: 187,370
  • Product dimensions: 5.00 (w) x 8.30 (h) x 1.20 (d)

Meet the Author

Stephen Lawhead

Stephen R. Lawhead is an internationally acclaimed author of mythic history and imaginative fiction.He is the author of such epics asThe King Raven, Song of Albion, and Dragon King Trilogies.Lawhead makes his home in Oxford, England, with his wife. Twitter: @StephenLawhead Facebook: StephenRLawhead

Read More Show Less

Read an Excerpt

THE SPIRIT WELL


By STEPHEN R. LAWHEAD

Thomas Nelson

Copyright © 2012 Stephen Lawhead
All right reserved.

ISBN: 978-1-59554-806-1


Chapter One

In Which Friday Takes a Holiday

Cassandra Clarke dug bones for a living. She spent every summer of her professional life hunkered down in trenches of various depths with a trowel in one hand and a whisk broom in the other, excavating the skeletal remains of creatures long dead, many of which were known only to science and some known to no one at all. Although digging was in her blood—her mother was Alison Brett Clarke, palaeontologist of Turkana Boy renown—Cassandra did not plan to spend her entire life in plexiglas goggles with dust in her hair and a damp handkerchief over her nose. Her ambition was far greater than crating up fossils to be carefully catalogued and then locked away in some musty museum basement.

Her father—the astrophysicist J. Anthony Clarke III, whose theory on the origin of the universe through quantum fluctuations in a plasma field won him a Nobel Prize nomination—enjoyed telling people that his precocious daughter was born with her feet in the dirt and her head in the stars. Those who heard that quip assumed it was a reference to her parentage and the fact that she spent so much time scrabbling around in holes in the ground. True enough, but it was also a sly allusion to his beloved Cassie's penchant for fanciful invention.

As a child Cass ran a neighbourhood theatre company from a tent in the backyard; for two summers running she cajoled kids within a six-block radius of 8th Avenue and 15th Street into performing in a string of dramas she wrote, produced, and directed. Usually the plays involved beautiful princesses being menaced by either dinosaurs or aliens, sometimes both. Later she graduated to writing poetry and short stories for the school newspaper, and won a prize in junior high for a poem about a melancholy wildflower growing in a parking lot.

Despite these artistic leanings, she gravitated naturally to science. Blessed with her mother's patient persistence and her father's analytical proclivity, she excelled in her undergraduate studies and chose to follow her mother's lead into fossil hunting, spending her summers assisting in digs from China to Mexico, earning her spurs. Now, as a doctoral candidate, she was assigned as assistant director for a major Arizona excavation with career-consolidating potential.

Lately, however, the routine had begun to pall. Coprolites and Jurassic snails no longer held the fascination they once did, and the incessant backbiting and political manoeuvring endemic in upper-echelon academia—which she had always known and accepted as part of the scholastic landscape—was proving more and more of an irksome distraction. The further she travelled into darkest PhD territory, the more the fossilised remains of extinct creatures dwindled in fascination; she was rapidly specialising herself beyond caring about her subject. Whether or not the world learned what the latest new megasaurus ate for lunch sixty million years ago, what difference did it make? On bad days, which seemed to come fairly often of late, it all seemed so pointless.

More and more she found herself looking at the gorgeous Sedona sunsets and, irrationally, hankering for a clean canvas and a set of brushes—or seeing individual cacti as surrealist sculptures, or inwardly rhapsodising about the towering, wind-carved rocks of the canyons. In ways she could not fully describe, she felt she was being moved on to other things, perhaps another life beyond science. Still, she was not willing to throw in the trowel just yet. There was a teetering mountain of work to do, and she was up to her hips, almost literally, in unclassified fossils.

Using a dental pick, Cass teased a glassy curve of mineralised bone from the hard-packed brick-coloured earth. It came free and plopped into her hand—a black, leaf-shaped stub of stone so smooth it looked as if it had been polished: the tooth of a young Tarbosaurus, a theropod that streaked about the earth during the Cretaceous period and, until this very moment, had only ever been found in the Gobi desert. Cass had studied these creatures in detail, and now had the proof she needed to support the theory of a more far-flung population than previously recognised. There was a time when securing such a specimen would have had her doing handsprings around the camp. Today, however, she merely tossed the fossil into a plastic bucket of other such treasures, paused, and straightened. Pressing a hand to the small of her aching back, she sighed, rubbed the sweat from the nape of her neck, and, shielding her eyes from the merciless afternoon sun, muttered, "Where's Friday?"

She made a quick scan of the surrounding terrain. The same bleak landscape met her gaze, unchanged in the twenty-one days since the dig season began, unchanged in eons: blood-red sun-scoured rocks, gnarled and withered creosote bushes, many-armed saguaro, scraggly yucca, choya, and assorted cacti by the carload. Of Friday—a Yavapai Indian who acted as gofer and scout for the excavating team—there was no sign. She turned to the west and glimpsed a faded red bandanna bobbing above a haze of purple sage as the work-shy fellow sloped off into the neighbouring canyon.

She glanced at her watch. It was nearing six o'clock; there was another good hour left before they would have to gather up their tools, load the vans, and head back into town.

"How's it going down there?"

Cass turned. The voice belonged to Joe Greenough, her colleague, team leader, and chief community liaison officer for the university field team. An affable chap in his early thirties, Joe coasted up with his hands in his pockets. "Anything interesting?" He peered down into the trench in which she stood.

"Same old, same old." She reached up a hand. "Here. Help a lady out."

"Any time." Grasping her hand, he held it and smiled, but made no effort to help her up.

"Today would be good," she told him. "Any time ... now, perhaps?"

He put a hand under her arm and pulled as she scrambled up the side of the hole. "I hear there's a new invention called a ladder," he said, watching her dust off the seat of her cargo jeans. "Great for climbing. If you're ever in a town that sells 'em, you should get one."

"You know me," she said, moving off. "An old-fashioned girl to my fossilised bones. Don't hold with these newfangled contraptions."

"Hey!" he called. "Where you going?"

"After Friday. I'll be right back."

"I came to talk to you," he pointed out. "Not shout."

"What? You wearing cement shoes?"

"Cass, listen." He jogged after her. "Slow down a second. It's important."

"Then speed up." She kept her eye on the quickly disappearing Indian. It was strange how the indigenous folk could cover ground so quickly without appearing to expend any effort at all. "Friday's gone walkabout, and I don't want to lose him."

"It's about the dig." Joe paused, as if remembering what he had come to say.

"Yeah, with you so far," she said, giving him a sideways glance. She saw a cloud pass over his usually sunny features. "Gosh, it must be some kind of important if it has you at a loss for words."

"It's just ..." He sighed. "There's no good way to say this."

"Then say it in a bad way," she urged. "Just say it already."

"There's trouble."

"Okay ... and?" Before he could reply, she went on. "Don't tell me the department is cutting back on our grant money again." She stopped walking and turned to him. "I don't believe this! After all I've done to convince—"

"No, no," he said quickly. "The grant is fine. The committee is delighted with the results."

"Okay, then." She shrugged and started walking again.

"It's the Indians," he blurted.

"Native Americans."

"They're on the warpath."

"Why? What did you say to them this time?" She skirted a large prickly pear and stepped lightly over a fallen saguaro limb. The university's assurances and goodwill notwithstanding, the Arizona Native American Council had long ago decided to take a dim view of any archaeological activity in the region. So far, the project directors had been able to placate the ANAC by hiring local people to help with the dig and consult on indigenous culture—which was somewhat outside the remit of a palaeontology project, but helped keep the peace.

"Nothing to do with me," Joe protested. "Apparently there's a major celebration coming up—a holy day or something. The tribal elders are claiming the entire valley as a site of special cultural significance—a sacred landscape."

"Is it?"

"Who knows?" Joe shrugged. "Anyway, they have a state senator on their side. He's up for reelection soon, so he's got a bee in his bonnet. Senator Rodriguez—he's on the squawk box giving interviews about how we're all a bunch of cold, heartless scientists tearing up the countryside and defiling Indian burial grounds."

"This was never an Indian burial ground," Cass pointed out. "Anyway, we're not digging up the whole valley, only a few specific locations—the same ones we've been working for the past two years. Did you tell them that?"

Joe regarded her with a pitying expression. "You think logic and reason have anything to do with this? It's political, and it's gone septic."

"Well, that's just dandy," she huffed. "As if we didn't already have enough trouble with the Sedona Tourist Bureau and the New Agers. This isn't going to help one little bit."

"Tell me about it. I've arranged to speak to the editor over at the Sedona Observer tomorrow and put our case on record."

"Hold that thought," she said, and resumed her pursuit of the wayward Friday, who had passed from view behind a boulder at the foot of a washout.

"We have to stop digging until this is settled," he called after her. "Get Friday and his crew to help you tie things down and put a tarp over the trench."

"Can't hear you!" she replied.

Dodging a pumpkin-sized barrel cactus, she hurried on, leaving Greenough behind. Keeping an eye peeled for rattlesnakes—the constant bugaboo of desert digs—she clipped along, dodging the bristles, spines, and saw-toothed edges of the local flora, all of which seemed to have been designed to puncture, slash, tear, or otherwise discourage progress one way or another. Strange, she thought, how quiet it became, and how quickly.

The thought was no sooner through her head than she heard that rarest of desert sounds: thunder. The distant rumble, clear and present on the hot dry air, brought her up short.

She glanced up to see that the sky above the towering red-rock hills and canyons of the Verde Valley had grown dark with heavy, black, angry-looking clouds. Oblivious, with her head in the ground, she had failed to notice the fast-changing weather. The wind lifted, and Cassandra smelled rain. A thunderstorm in the desert was not unheard of, but rare enough to be fascinating and fragrant. The smell of washed desert air tinged with ozone was unlike anything else. It would be, she considered, less fascinating to be caught out in a lightning storm. She picked up her pace and called to the swiftly retreating figure ahead, "Friday!"

The echo of her cry came winging back to her from the surrounding canyon walls. Directly ahead rose a towering rock stack—a multibanded heap of the distinctive ruddy sandstone of the Sedona region. "Gotcha!" she muttered, certain that her quarry had ducked out of sight behind the massive wind-sculpted block of stone. She hurried on. The sky continued to lower; the mumbling, grumbling thunder grew louder and more insistent. The freshening wind sent dust devils spinning away through the sagebrush and mesquite.

As Cassandra rounded the base of the sandstone stack, she saw that it opened into one of the many feeder gullies of the larger system the locals called Secret Canyon. She thought she glimpsed a figure flitting through the shadows of the gulch some distance ahead. She shouted again, but received no answer; she sped on, moving deeper into the enormous crevice.

Her Yavapai colleague was in most significant ways the stereotypical red man: work-shy, taciturn to the point of monosyllabic, arrogant, furtive, given to odd moods. Habitually dressed in faded jeans with the cuffs stuffed into the tops of his scuffed cowboy boots, he wore his straight black hair scraped back into a single braid that fell down the back of his sun-bleached blue shirt, and bound the end with a leather strap decorated with a bit of red rag or a quail feather. In both dress and demeanour he presented an image so patently clichéd that Cass had come to believe that it was purposefully studied, and one he worked very hard to maintain. No one could have combined so many of these dime-novel qualities by accident.

Friday, she concluded, wanted to be seen as the quintessential Native American of popular romance. He chased it—to the point of standing outside the Walgreens on Main Street on the weekends dressed in a fringed deerskin vest and beaded moccasins, with two eagle feathers in his hair, posing for pictures with tourists for tips: Sedona's very own drugstore Indian. All he lacked was a fistful of cigars.

As to why he did it, she as yet had no clue. Why play a part so obviously derisory and beneath him? Why perpetrate a demeaning cliché that belonged to a backward, less enlightened time? Was it masochism, or some kind of elaborate joke? Cass could not begin to guess.

"Friday!" she shouted, still moving forward. "Come out! I know you're in here." She paused, then added, "You're not in trouble. I just want to talk to you."

The rock walls of undulating stone, layered in alternating bands of colour, rose sheer from the floor of the gulley, which upon closer inspection appeared unnaturally straight: a curious quality Cassandra noticed but put down to a trick of the uncertain light and oddly shaped stone walls. A sudden gust of wind sent loose pebbles falling from the heights above and, with them, the first drops of rain.

"Friday!"

The sound of her voice pinged along the sandstone walls, but there was no reply from the deepening shadows ahead. The sky grew dark and angry as a bruise, the low clouds churning. The air tingled with pent energy; it felt alive, as if lightning was about to strike.

With a hand flattened over her head to protect herself from the scattershot of pebbles, Cassandra raced on, taking the straight path through the canyon to avoid the loose debris from above. The wind shrieked a withering note, sending a sheet of rain down the length of the gulley, drenching everything in its path.

Cassandra was caught. The wind, funnelled by the canyon, surged over her, dashing cold water into her face. Blinded by the rain, she scooped water from her eyes and dived for whatever cover the overhanging ledges of stone could provide. A blast of icy wind slammed into her with the force of a jet engine, stealing the breath from her lungs and driving her along the canyon floor. She staggered forward, tripped, put out her hands to break her fall, and gritted her teeth ... but the expected jolt did not come.

To her horror, the ground gave out beneath her, and she continued to tumble.

Between one step and the next she was airborne, plunging into an unseen void. The landing, when it came, was abrupt, but not the bone-breaking shock she instinctively feared. The ground on which she landed had an odd spongy granularity she could not have anticipated.

Her first thought was that she had somehow fallen through the roof of a kiva—one of the underground ritual houses favoured by the pueblo-dwelling natives of the past. These were often hidden, and the roofs were known to give way beneath the weight of unwary hikers. But whoever heard of a kiva hidden in a canyon floor?

Her second thought—an absurd possibility—was that a tornado had plucked her up and dropped her miles away. Did she not feel that she had been flying? How else to explain what she was now seeing? For stretching before her was a vast, arid plain of volcanic gravel without a single cactus or mesquite tree in sight. The towering red rocks of Sedona were gone, and in the far distance a band of black hills lined the horizon.

And that was all.

What had happened to Arizona?

Cass stared at the alien landscape, whirling in panicky pirouette like a dancer who had inexplicably lost her partner. Panic rising, she gulped air in a futile effort at forcing herself to remain calm. Two thoughts chased each other round and round in her spinning thoughts: What happened? Where am I?

Cass, the back of her hand pressed to her mouth to stifle the scream she felt gathering there, struggled heroically to make sense of this exceedingly strange turn of events, and was on the verge of collapsing on the path and gathering herself into a tight foetal position when a gruff and irritated voice startled her.

"What are you doing here?"

Distracted momentarily from her panic, she whirled to look behind her. "Friday!" Relief of an oily, queasy sort spread through her. "Thank God it's you. Didn't you hear me calling you?"

"No." He put his hand to her upper arm. "You must go back."

She looked around, the strangeness of the situation increasing by the second. "Where are we? What happened?"

"This is not for you." He started walking, pulling Cassandra with him.

She wrenched away from his grasp. "I'm not going anywhere until you tell me what happened," she insisted. She glared at him. "Well?"

An uncertain mixture of pique tinged with amusement squirmed across the Native American's sun-wrinkled features. "This is Tsegihi," he told her. "You do not belong here."

(Continues...)



Excerpted from THE SPIRIT WELL by STEPHEN R. LAWHEAD Copyright © 2012 by Stephen Lawhead. Excerpted by permission of Thomas Nelson. All rights reserved. No part of this excerpt may be reproduced or reprinted without permission in writing from the publisher.
Excerpts are provided by Dial-A-Book Inc. solely for the personal use of visitors to this web site.

Read More Show Less

Table of Contents

Contents

Important People in the Bright Empires series....................xi
Previously in the Bright Empires series....................1
The Spirit Well....................5
Essay: "On the Road Again" by Stephen Lawhead....................372
Read More Show Less

Customer Reviews

Average Rating 4
( 21 )
Rating Distribution

5 Star

(12)

4 Star

(3)

3 Star

(3)

2 Star

(1)

1 Star

(2)

Your Rating:

Your Name: Create a Pen Name or

Barnes & Noble.com Review Rules

Our reader reviews allow you to share your comments on titles you liked, or didn't, with others. By submitting an online review, you are representing to Barnes & Noble.com that all information contained in your review is original and accurate in all respects, and that the submission of such content by you and the posting of such content by Barnes & Noble.com does not and will not violate the rights of any third party. Please follow the rules below to help ensure that your review can be posted.

Reviews by Our Customers Under the Age of 13

We highly value and respect everyone's opinion concerning the titles we offer. However, we cannot allow persons under the age of 13 to have accounts at BN.com or to post customer reviews. Please see our Terms of Use for more details.

What to exclude from your review:

Please do not write about reviews, commentary, or information posted on the product page. If you see any errors in the information on the product page, please send us an email.

Reviews should not contain any of the following:

  • - HTML tags, profanity, obscenities, vulgarities, or comments that defame anyone
  • - Time-sensitive information such as tour dates, signings, lectures, etc.
  • - Single-word reviews. Other people will read your review to discover why you liked or didn't like the title. Be descriptive.
  • - Comments focusing on the author or that may ruin the ending for others
  • - Phone numbers, addresses, URLs
  • - Pricing and availability information or alternative ordering information
  • - Advertisements or commercial solicitation

Reminder:

  • - By submitting a review, you grant to Barnes & Noble.com and its sublicensees the royalty-free, perpetual, irrevocable right and license to use the review in accordance with the Barnes & Noble.com Terms of Use.
  • - Barnes & Noble.com reserves the right not to post any review -- particularly those that do not follow the terms and conditions of these Rules. Barnes & Noble.com also reserves the right to remove any review at any time without notice.
  • - See Terms of Use for other conditions and disclaimers.
Search for Products You'd Like to Recommend

Recommend other products that relate to your review. Just search for them below and share!

Create a Pen Name

Your Pen Name is your unique identity on BN.com. It will appear on the reviews you write and other website activities. Your Pen Name cannot be edited, changed or deleted once submitted.

 
Your Pen Name can be any combination of alphanumeric characters (plus - and _), and must be at least two characters long.

Continue Anonymously
See All Sort by: Showing 1 – 20 of 21 Customer Reviews
  • Posted September 11, 2012

    to danweir

    I believe it is unfair to give the author one star when you have never read the book - especially if you're upset with Barnes and Nobles pre-order system and not the author.
    You even say you've enjoyed his other books, yet give this unread book one star.
    Do you realize that your rating can seriously hurt the author's sales? A lot of people look at how many stars a book has before purchasing it and many would pass this book by - and probably did.
    Yours was the only rating and this poor author has been sitting at one star since you wrote the review. I gave it five stars to balance it out a bit until other readers post their ratings.
    Please think about the consequences of your actions the next time you are rating a book. Please rate it solely on the book, not on events or policies that are beyond the author's control.
    Thank you.

    5 out of 6 people found this review helpful.

    Was this review helpful? Yes  No   Report this review
  • Anonymous

    Posted March 28, 2013

    A little jumbled

    I didn't feel this book was as strong as the previous ones in the series. It introduces a new character and starts to put the pieces together, but only after getting pretty jumbled. Mina's story line lost me a bit, as it was out of order, and it wasn't explained until late in the book that it was out of order for the readers (following Kit's perspective), but not for her. I also read it thinking it was the third in a trilogy, only to discover that a fourth is book coming, so my opinion was colored by the fact that I thought he was going to try to wrap up too much too fast. It was still a good book, and I will certainly read the 4th. I just found it disappointing after reading the others.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

    Was this review helpful? Yes  No   Report this review
  • Anonymous

    Posted January 15, 2013

    Awesone book

    I love his books. This series is one of the best i have ever read.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

    Was this review helpful? Yes  No   Report this review
  • Anonymous

    Posted December 16, 2012

    Highly recommend everything Stephen Lawhead writes!

    This is a great book with many twists and turns. Stephen Lawhead is a wonderful storyteller who keeps you engaged throughout the entire book. My only complaint is that the next book isn't out yet! I love Mr. Lawhead's attention to detail throughout his book. As a bonus, it is interesting to read the historical snippets he includes at the end of each book in this series.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

    Was this review helpful? Yes  No   Report this review
  • Anonymous

    Posted October 5, 2012

    I reviewed it but the computer only registered 2 stars?

    Somehow my review posted with only 2 stars. It was supposed to have 5!!! OR MORE!!

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

    Was this review helpful? Yes  No   Report this review
  • Anonymous

    Posted September 30, 2012

    Amazing book

    Amazing book by a very talanted author.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

    Was this review helpful? Yes  No   Report this review
  • Posted July 12, 2012

    Not yet

    Strange that B&N should request a review of a book that I have ordered but which is not yet out. Note that I have declined to use the atrocious term "pre-order".
    I am looking forward to reading the book, having thoroughly enjoyed th first two books in the series..

    1 out of 18 people found this review helpful.

    Was this review helpful? Yes  No   Report this review
  • Anonymous

    Posted May 22, 2014

    Well, I was unsure after the first book, and then the second boo

    Well, I was unsure after the first book, and then the second book got a little better, but the third book? I couldn't get very far because it does not reward continued reading. I kept getting the feeling that the plot was very monochromatic. I have read many sci-fi and fantasy books, but this series... I'm just not a big fan of it. The ideas are fairly original and interesting by themselves, but there are 1) too many plots 2) plots are not explored or explained very well 3) too many unsolved theoreticals that often seem to contradict each other and 4) disjointed main characters. For people who like multi-plot books with mystery, sci-fi, fantasy, and complex characters, I would definitely suggest the Stormlight Archives series. Brandon Sanderson masterfully weaves in all of his characters and explains just enough of the mysteries to keep the audience intrigued without giving too much away. The first book looks like it could be split into at least 5 books (it's just over 3000 pp), but it and the sequel use their length to explore the inner-workings of each character. While I understand that this cannot be done over the course of individual books in Lawhead's Bright Empires series, there is just something lacking in the execution of his ideas. His Dream House King series is splendid (I enthusiastically read all six books), and I was left hoping that he would continue the series.

    Was this review helpful? Yes  No   Report this review
  • Posted January 11, 2014

    more from this reviewer

    Very well written, entertaining.

    A great addition to the Bright Well series as the characters continue to be developed with new surprises at every turn. Though it is very entertaining reading the complexity of the story keeps you engaged and thinking. Lawhead's writing gets better with every book.

    Was this review helpful? Yes  No   Report this review
  • Posted February 15, 2013

    more from this reviewer

    Answers the Questions

    Lawhead is always a pleasure. This series is fascinating.

    Was this review helpful? Yes  No   Report this review
  • Anonymous

    Posted February 4, 2013

    Great book from a great author! Can't wait to read the next one!

    Great book from a great author! Can't wait to read the next one!

    Was this review helpful? Yes  No   Report this review
  • Anonymous

    Posted October 5, 2012

    Love it!

    I've really enjoyed this series. I already miss Kit and Mina!

    0 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

    Was this review helpful? Yes  No   Report this review
  • Anonymous

    Posted September 30, 2012

    -

    -

    0 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

    Was this review helpful? Yes  No   Report this review
  • Anonymous

    Posted August 26, 2013

    No text was provided for this review.

  • Anonymous

    Posted May 22, 2014

    No text was provided for this review.

  • Anonymous

    Posted November 10, 2012

    No text was provided for this review.

  • Anonymous

    Posted July 28, 2013

    No text was provided for this review.

  • Anonymous

    Posted December 22, 2012

    No text was provided for this review.

  • Anonymous

    Posted September 17, 2012

    No text was provided for this review.

  • Anonymous

    Posted March 4, 2013

    No text was provided for this review.

See All Sort by: Showing 1 – 20 of 21 Customer Reviews

If you find inappropriate content, please report it to Barnes & Noble
Why is this product inappropriate?
Comments (optional)