The essence of good science fiction is imagination, the creation of a novel world rich with imaginary detail, concepts and ideas which are completely new. There is not the slightest spark of novelty or creativity in this dreary, derivative and predictable story. I am quite surprised that it has been published. I always finish books that I start but frankly this a struggle. I resented the time I spent reading it. Since then I have been reading Gareth Powell and Peter Hamilton and the contrast is like Bollinger and Bulgarian Bulls Blood.

Disclosure: I have not read this book

I just wanted to say that the darkness of the cover and the words make it almost impossible to read. If I saw this on a shelf I would just ignore it.

One day, out of the blue, Theocrates began hearing voices. The “voices” wanted him to go to the Crystal Cavern. No one had been to the Crystal Cavern in over seventy years! But the Fate of Terexia was in the balance and Theo knew, somehow, that the voices were correct. He had to go. He had to find a way to repair the Rift that had formed between his world and the planet Tera, in a far off galaxy. The first step was to get permission, but even asking could be viewed as a criminal offense. Little did Theo know that these voices would catapult him above, and below, and across space, into an adventure that would change his life forever.