What would motivate a man to lock himself in a small room for years to stare at the blinking cursor?
Writing fantasy? It would be more fun to simply read the latest sparkling fantasy novel from Trudi Canavan, Patrick Rothfuss or Joe Abercrombie. But instead, I wrestle with words, because I believe I am crafting something different, something inspiring; something that must be written.
When it is done, I can’t judge if my book is good, because I wrote it: I stand inside the sculpture; I am the music. So I rely on my readers to evaluate the work and spread the Lifesong by word of mouth.
I sent a review copy of Second Sight to SFbook a while ago and I was really looking forward to Ant’s review, because I knew from his excellent review of The Riddler’s Gift that he could appreciate the deeper visions of the Lifesong. Even so, I was blown away by his five star rave review:
“Greg Hamerton is truly one of those rare breed of storytellers, where you forget the words written on a page and simply find yourself within the story and the characters around you – your friends and enemies.”
“… this is high fantasy at its very best. Quite simply breath-taking …”
He analyses the twisted paths that Ametheus takes, the darker nature of the story and the parallels with Tolkien within fantasy fiction.
