Recently we had a major snowstorm in Japan, which meant I was stuck on trains for more than 11 hours. Hours in which I felt like I was slogging through the muddy writing of Ed Greenwood’s “The Wizard’s Mask“.
There are many great pieces in this novel, during which the light of Ed’s writing talent really shines. The problem is that most of the book feels forced and rammed together, leaving those “great pieces” to suffer.
I’d love to see what Mr Greenwood could do if he gave this another pass or two with his writers pen, but right now “The Wizards Mask” is a poorly told, bland story that often makes for unwieldy reading.