An epic tale with swords, friendships and danger lurking around every corner.
Synopsis – Po Pondarion has always dreamed of becoming a true knight. What he doesn’t know is that he’s destined to save the world and reignite the spark of magic within it.
But this isn’t his story, it’s mine. See, I once thought magic was only the stuff of fairytales, and I was wrong. I’m doing my best to protect, train, and mentor Po as we search for the key to unlock magic before a dangerous secret group gets there first.
I mean, while that all seems a bit much to take on for a sixteen year-old, that’s because it is. Here I was just planning on courting the girl of my dreams, figuring out what I wanted to do with my life, and trying not to get into too much trouble. But things can never be that easy, can they? I guess if it were easy, it wouldn’t be me.
I am Oliver Quartermaine, and my life is about to get a lot more complicated.
This is a hard review to write, I’ve spent a lot of time trying to put my thoughts down and I feel like they are a little tainted and I’m worried it may come out overly negative.
I really enjoyed getting to know the characters, I loved the friendships, the dedication and morals of the boys within the group. I liked the history of the world, the magic aspects. There was lots of sword fighting and jousting which was fun. There were secret societies and vigilantes. The Lightening Knight has a lot going for it. It’s got an adventure quest vibe.
And here comes the negative.. sorry.
About halfway through I started to struggle, the pacing seemed off and Oliver really embraced his douche nature. The twists and turns where super obvious, random characters turned up out of nowhere for Oliver to use to further his story and I started to skim. I went from really enjoying it to not wanting to read it and I think it stemmed from how misogynistic Oliver seemed. How childish he behaved while expecting everyone else to be held to a high standard. He showed absolutely zero character growth. His character 100% killed the book for me. I freely admit this is could be a case where maybe I just wasn’t up for reading it at the time, or it just wasn’t a book for me, but by the end I was so ready for it to be over.