Wizards of the Coast, $7.99, ISBN 0-7869-2706-2
Fantasy, 2002 (Reissue)
In book one of The War of Souls, Dragons of a Fallen Sun, we have war and dragons and the kids of our now old and some dead Heroes of the Lance doing battle with evil once more. Book two continues the humiliation of the kids. It’s a good thing Caramon Majere, Tanis Half-Elven, and the rest are either dead or too old to hang around anymore, because they will be horrified at how useless their kids are. Okay, Tanis was useless so he couldn’t complain much, but that only makes his offspring even more tragic in comparison.
In the last book, a young girl named Mina becomes a prophetess for a One True God, and while she sides herself with the evil dragons and the Knights of Neraka in world domination, she is fast making her allies nervous. She is wielding too much power among her followers, and the forces of evil are growing uneasy. Especially when it seems that the One True God may just be very real.
The last book ends in skirmishes, war, and battles, and Dragons of a Lost Star starts off with everybody neck-deep in that crap. Palin Majere is still magic-less, but he and Tas have found Dalamar at last. Palin is still whining that he has no magic. He mocks Tas’s every attempt to save them from trouble. He makes self-effacing mockery a filthy concept. Palin is well on his way to outdo Tanis Half-Elven in the Whiny Dumb Git territory. If I thought that Tanis was a complete git for whining about Laurana-or-Kitiara-whom-shall-I-shag when the world is falling around his Mr Spock ears, well, I haven’t encountered Palin Majere yet.
Poor Raistlin. He must be so humiliated that this whiny brat is carrying on his legacy.
Over in the Silvanesti elven kingdom, Silvanoshei the puppet ruler becomes even more besotted with Mina. It’s beyond pathetic following this elf’s singular juvenile “Iluvher4evaNeva!” mental gibbering. His parents must be oh so ashamed that their son has gotten the garbage heap selection of their genes.
The Qualinesti elves are fast catching up on their Silvanesti cousins when it comes to having puppet rulers. Meet Gilthas, the weakling son of Tanis and Laurana. He tries to play unconvincingly at being Scarlet Pimpernel, gets the hot chick, and I am waiting eagerly for Mina to stick it to him too after she has stuck it to Silvanoshei, the “it” hopefully an umbrella up those bratty losers’ butts, right before she opens that umbrella up.
Let’s see, Goldmoon, last seen a hysterical loon, is still a loon here. I’m trying to block that one out of my mind, so excuse me if I don’t want to talk about it.
It’s a sad, sad day when one has to turn to a kender named Tas to provide comic relief and save the day.
Dragons of a Lost Star isn’t just a disappointment, it’s a bore. It’s a war story populated by moaners, whiners, and grown-ups acting like kiddies. I’ll still catch up on the conclusion, only because I want to see how these losers end their story. Not that I care, since these brats have humiliated themselves in my opinion way beyond much hope of redemption, but because… well, because of habit, actually. Maybe they should just let the whole Dragonlance franchise go and start something new.
