Blurb: Join Saam, last son of the Destroyer, on his epic quest to save all existence. In Mumbai, driven to its knees by a merciless blizzard, Saam the watchmender is cornered into an intolerable position. As Shiva’s only earthly demigod child, it falls upon him to stop his indomitable father. Bred to war, son of destruction, Saam rides with six extraordinary companions into the horror of a crumbling world to face Shiva. He is forced to join hands with Ara, his half-brother he can never fully trust, and take with him his own mortal beloved, Maya, on this desperate attempt to stop the End of Days. But his path is littered with death, danger and betrayal. Interweaving mythology, epic adventure and vintage heroism, this enthralling novel will change the way you see gods, heroes and demons.
Review: Maya is an ordinary woman, with an extraordinary spirit. We always hear the pure hearted will inherit the earth; well she is one of those. Her loyalty, concern, support and resilience make her special. The book has an outstanding imagery, good storyline and a superb twist on mythology. The book is not just about the destruction of Earth but also how Love is the Destroyer and the Creator. Oliver has mingled the duality of love spotlessly which made me forget that it is a story about gods and thought it was just as much about us humans. How we exist and strive even the gods give way to the same. The end was a bit abrupt; as if the author just wanted to stop the carnage by every way possible. The solution to Saam distress could be different but the author showed the humane side of the Demi-gods. The characters of Fazal & Geoffrey could have had more to do in the end as they contributed to the quest. His brother Ara, lived up to expectations. The love – hate relationship got probed into the mind of the half-brothers. The emotions, love, happiness, sadness and guilt are expressed so well. It was nice to read a book where the verse went with the storyline adding to good reading experience.
I write a lot, which keeps me off the streets and out of trouble. There is always something to write about, always a new story to craft. Not writing, for me, is like trying to hold back a sneeze. Learning to write was the most powerful influence in my life. I can still remember the awe I felt when I realized I could put real words onto paper and tell out a story. From that first ‘a-ha’ moment I knew I wanted to write.
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