Leofric is what I would call a wee bit of an anti-hero. He has the bad luck of a thrice cursed peasant, suffers with debilitating health issues and has the get-go of a snail. Everyone around him equates his ill-health to an overall weakness in character, and because they believe it Leofric believes it.
Luckily, despite all that he is a sympathetic chappy, who just always seems to draw the short end of the straw. The real issue with Leofric isn’t really all of the above, although it has a lot to do with it, is the fact he hasn’t found his inner dragon yet.
In essence this whole story is about Leofric becoming the man he was always intended to be. The reader follows him on his road to growth, which is filled with violence, murder, fear and the occasional bout of wit.
Arnott has created a main character with flaws and a propensity for failure. He doesn’t look for trouble, but trouble sure finds him quite a lot. Something tells me Leofric will eventually rise like the phoenix from the ashes.
I found myself being drawn in by Leofric and his unusual story. I needed to know what else could possibly go wrong for him. How on earth was he going to make it to the end of the book?
Arnott knows how to reel you without you even realising it. It wasn’t just his storytelling though, for me it was the way I connected as a reader to the main character. I am looking forward to reading the rest of his journey now that his inner dragon is starting to pipe up and breathe fire.
I received a free copy of this book, courtesy of the author, for purposes of review.