The wizard Prospero goes on a journey alongside his friend Roger Bacon. While on this journey, Roger Bacon is killed, and Prospero goes through the South Kingdom, looking for a way to bring him back to life.
Welcome to the disaster area known as The Face in the Frost.
From Chapter 1, it was clear that this book would be a dreadful bore. It spends pages upon pages describing Prospero’s messy house and odd contraptions without a hint of urgency. No threat menaces him and no great crisis calls for his magical expertise. The “adventure” (I use this word very charitably) is utterly without a point. Even when Roger Bacon is executed, it is handled in such a drab, dry way that it came off more like a minor inconvenience that the death of his best friend. The journey itself plods along without purpose; it is just one event after another, with nothing connecting them and absolutely no engaging characterization. It is difficult to care about a plot that doesn’t exist, and the book’s attempts at humor did not help things at all. Reading this book is more torture than enjoyment.
It’s not even “so bad it’s good,” it’s just awful from top to bottom. It does not get interesting later, it is incoherent, it has as much emotion and passion as a broken computer, and dramatic tension does not exist within its pages. There are far better books to read than this insomnia medication, but if you want to waste your money, buy it here.