Shelf Control: Night Angel Nemesis

Shelf Control is a weekly feature created by Lisa at Bookshelf Fantasies and celebrates the books waiting to be read on your TBR piles/mountains. Since early January 2023, Shelf Control has moved base to Literary Potpourri. To participate, all you do is pick a book from your TBR pile and write a post about it–what it’s about, when/where you got it, why you want to read it and such.

I have read and re-read the Night Angel trilogy by Brent Weeks as well as his Lighbringer series. I've been a big fan. In his Lightbringer series he did introduce a rather awkward female medical issue that didn't add to the story and even he acknowledged it was a pet thing of his. I think I'm being rather nice by saying it was simply "awkward". I considered dnf'ing the series right then and there. All of that is just to say that Weeks has been known to put stuff into his books that are of interest to him and nobody else.

He began a new Night Angel trilogy about two years ago. This was a sequel series and many fans were looking forward to it, me included. Weeks had a weekly or monthly youtube channel, was very active on social media and kept his website up to date. Soon after the release of Nemesis, he went silent.

Fast-forward two years to now and I began wondering when the next book would come out. He was still dark, so I began looking into other websites to see what might have happened. I stumbled across a Reddit thread that described the book and it appears that Weeks decided to overwrite about Depression and make his main character become truly depressed. It was offputting to all of the commentors and I got the sense that it was as bad as the sex thing in the Lightbringer series.

It has made me wonder if Weeks himself was suffering from depression and couldn't handle the fact that not everybody was enthralled with the subject as himself. It would explain his extended absence as well.

As such, I think I'm going to be passing on Nemesis. I haven't got time for authors who die on me, authors who are too lazy to finish their series OR authors who are human and fail like every other human.

Fifteen Hours (Warhammer 40K: Astra Militarum) 3Stars

 

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Title: Fifteen Hours
Series: Warhammer 40K: Astra Militarum
Author: Mitchel Scanlon
Rating: 3 of 5 Stars
Genre: SF
Pages: 190
Words: 70K
Publish: 2005

Most Warhammer 40,000 books start with a couple of paragraphs about how terrible life is. I’ve included the relevant part for this review:

“To be a man in such times is to be one amongst untold billions. It is to live in the cruellest and most bloody regime imaginable. These are the tales of those times. Forget the power of technology and science, for so much has been forgotten, never to be re-learned. Forget the promise of progress and understanding, for in the grim dark future there is only war. There is no peace amongst the stars, only an eternity of carnage and slaughter, and the laughter of thirsting gods.”

The first two sentences are most apropos. We follow Larn, a 17 year old who is forcibly recruited from his farmworld planet and is given just enough training to know which end of the laspistol to point at the enemy. He is never going to see his family again. He will never return to his world. Even if he survives the coming decades, he will only be allowed to retire on a new planet that the Empire of Man wants to colonize. Due to a clerical error, Larn and his entire detachments of farmboys crashland on the wrong planet in the middle of a warzone between Humanity and the Orks. Almost every new recruit is killed either in the crash or the resultant attack by the orks. Larn survives, only to find out that the expected life span of a new soldier on Broucheroc is 15 hours, hence the title of the book.

We follow Larn as he survives several ork attacks, shelling by his own side and then he is sent out on a recon mission that night with his little 5man company and some glory hound lieutenant. He is shot but survives to dawn, which means he lasted longer than 15hours. Then he dies.

Interspersed through this are little vignettes from other side characters, from a cook to the cleric who made the initial mistake to the General who is leading the defense of Broucheroc. It becomes obvious to us the reader that every character is in their own personal hell and only death will release them from it.

War is hell and the Imperium of Man is nothing but war, forever until it ceases to exist. This book shows us that in stark detail.

★★★☆☆

From https://wh40k.lexicanum.com/

After four months of basic training and seven weeks of Planetary transportation, seventeen year old Guardsman Arvin Larn of 6th Company, Jumael 14th Volunteers, embarks on his first campaign fighting against a rebel uprising. However, due to an error in communication, Trooper Larn finds himself fighting on the wrong planet in the wrong war zone at the city of Broucheroc; a city contested for over a decade by the small Imperial force of the 902nd Vardan Rifles Regiment against millions of Orks. Unfortunately, Larn is running out of time. The life expectancy of a replacement guardsman at the front lines is calculated at fifteen hours. Larn must rely upon all of his ability, his luck, and his faith in the Emperor to survive against the odds if he wishes to see the next day.

As the book begins, a mortally wounded guardsman in no-man's land questions his fate, wondering if it has been 15 hours and resolving to wait and find out. The scene shifts to Jumael, where a farmers son named Arvin Larn is caught in the imperial draft. During basic training, Larn meets the extremely tough sergeant Ferres. He convinces Larn that the imperial guard is a deadly environment, but he might just make a guardsmen out of him yet. During initial deployment, an administrative error causes Larn's company to land in no-man's land on the wrong planet where they are promptly attacked by Orks. Larn finds himself the only survivor of his company in the besieged city of Broucheroc, now attached to 902nd Vardan Rifles. He learns that the Vardan Rifles have fought on Broucheroc for a decade and that 3 Vardan Regiments were killed in this time. Over several hours of pitched battle, Larn learns several dangers of the front and that his life expectancy is a mere 15 hours. He overcomes several threats including gretchin snipers, artillery bombardment, and the largest massed attack on Broucheroc yet. As night falls Larn's squad is sent on a night recon mission in which they get caught in a firefight. As Larn runs for the trenches, he is hit by a bullet and it is revealed that he is the guardsman from the beginning. As the sun rises Larn dies happy to know he beat the 15 hours.

Hill Giant - MTG 4E

 

I think he's wearing trousers. I HOPE he's wearing trousers! We'll have NO kilt-clad Hill Giants on this blog...

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The Creeping Death (The Shadow #22) 3.5Stars

 

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Title: The Creeping Death
Series: The Shadow #22
Authors: Maxwell Grant
Rating: 3.5 of 5 Stars
Genre: Crime Fiction
Pages: 144
Words: 45K
Publish: 1933

After reading that abominable Murder Geniuses earlier this week, I needed a good dose of the REAL Shadow, and I got it with this book.

In this story The Shadow is up against a scientist who can make fake gold and he is planning on flooding the market with fake gold and owning genuine gold. Said scientist is also working on a poison that he can put on letters to kill from a distance. The scientist is working in conjunction with several crooks the world over and several of them get the big idea to take over and thus begins a fight amongst thieves and murderers. A Secret Service agent is involved and The Shadow has to protect him while setting the various criminal elements against each other.

This was good stuff. This was all about the bad guys offing each other and The Shadow just nudging things along, up until the end where there is a climactic gun battle between everybody and only the Secret Service agent and The Shadow walk away. That’s the way a good The Shadow novel ends.

This is the first cover to feature Skelly the Skeleton. Obviously that’s not his actual name and he’s not a character in the story, but he does feature on several of the covers and The Shadow seems to be rather pallsy-wallsy with him. Call me deadophobic, but you won’t catch me hanging while a skeleton drapes his arm over my shoulder and points out a word on the page of the book I’m reading. The hatchet from our survival gear would come into play wicked quick, let me tell you.

Jimbo’s got the right idea here!

★★★✬☆

From the Publisher

The lure of gold – that lust which has made men kill throughout the ages – had gripped the enemies of justice. The swindle of the century threatened to put the world at the mercy of either a power-hungry, underhanded financier and his cohorts, or an eccentric creator of synthetic gold. But the common purpose which brought Forster, Morales, and Armagnac to inventor Lucien Partridge did not stop them from cunningly plotting behind each others’ backs. Only The Shadow could halt the creation of a Gold Empire. Garbed in black, silently stalking the streets, he alone could triumph over evil. The insidious princes of the underworld would be crushed by this Master Crime-Fighter – The Shadow!

• All of My “The Shadow” Reviews

Firefight (Victor the Assassin #12) 4Stars

 

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Title: Firefight
Series: Victor the Assassin #12
Author: Tom Wood
Rating: 4 of 5 Stars
Genre: Action/Adventure
Pages: 380
Words: 108K
Publish: 2024

Basically, Victor gets embroiled in more consequences from his past work and that causes problems. This story is about surviving those problems.

Victor kills boatloads of people, has tons of other people trying to kill him and pretty much pisses off everyone he comes into contact with. I do not see how Victor is going to survive much longer in this fictional world. He’s been working for the US Gov, the British Gov, the Russian Mob plus other large security entities that I’ve forgotten. In this one, he gets on the Israeli radar, so I’m sure they will be next.

The whole premise of Victor, at the beginning, was that he was a non-entity. That is how he survived. Well, that idea is shot to pieces by now, so there’s not much more room for Victor to wriggle around in. In fact, in an afterwards, the author admits that he’s running out of ideas for Victor. The two options are for Victor to die, for real, none of this fake bs, or for Victor to somehow retire and live on a beach with his chicky-boo until they die. Technically, he could take up the fight of his chickyboo and fight the faceless, nameless, formless Evil Thing that Chickyboo is fighting against, but he still would have to die doing that. I just can’t foresee a happy ending for Victor.

Which makes each book very bitter sweet for me. I have grown to quite enjoy Victor’s path of destruction and his avoidance of the ties that bind to the rest of humanity; a far cry from my review of the first book indeed. But Victor’s options are narrowing, faster and faster and thus at some point I know the Final Countdown will have to start and my time with Victor, no matter the outcome, will end. Personally, I hope the author can stretch things out for several more books, like maybe eight more? Make it a nice round Twenty book series ;-)

★★★★☆

From the Publisher

MERCY HAS A COST. TIME FOR VICTOR TO PAY.

Assassin-for-hire Victor is in Bucharest, Romania, to kill two targets meeting to exchange stolen intelligence his client wants back. It should be a simple task - until he realises the second of his targets is a former ally. Even for a man of Victor's twisted morality, he's not prepared to kill someone to whom he owes his life.

To atone for not completing the job, Victor agrees to take on the kind of dangerous assignment he would otherwise avoid. At a conference on international relations, he must identify and assassinate a killer just like him and remain unseen, despite a guest list of spies, dignitaries, and security experts. Even for an elite professional, the job is a tall order - which is why he looks for help from the person whose life he spared in Romania.

Yet unbeknownst to Victor, the Bucharest contract stepped on the toes of powerful enemies from his past; enemies who now know exactly where to find him . . .

The Murder Geniuses (Batman/The Shadow) 2Stars

 

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Title: The Murder Geniuses
Series: Batman/The Shadow
Author: Steve Orlando, Scott Snyder
Rating: 2 of 5 Stars
Genre: Graphic Novel
Pages: 162
Words: 12K
Publish: 2019

This was brought to my attention back in 2019 when Lashaan reviewed it, HERE. He was very positive about it (he’s a HUGE Batman fan) and it caught my interest as I was becoming a fan of The Shadow. He also recommended it in my Recommend Me a Book series and I gave it an enthusiastic “Yes!” And this is the month in which I read it and am now reviewing it.

As you can tell from my rating, I did not enjoy this like Lashaan did. It all was due to how the writers treated The Shadow.

Now, I am reading the books roughly in publication order. I’m not 100% sure of that, but it is close, close enough anyway. I am aware that there were radio plays as well and that The Shadow changed over the years in both the books and the radio. But most of those changes were how he operated and used disguises, etc, they weren’t changes of defining character. I bring this up because I definitely don’t view myself as any kind of Authority on The Shadow.

This is important because the writers here absolutely BUTCHER the character of The Shadow. He is a psychopathic killer without remorse who will use and discard anyone at a whim. Harry Vincent, a man who The Shadow saves from suicide in the first book and becomes one of his top agents (albeit one that needs rescuing in every adventure he is in) hates The Shadow and claims he never wanted to be part of his operation. There is a lady, who I gather was from the radio plays, who might have been a possible romantic angle and man, does she lay into The Shadow. He used her as he saw fit and then just left her behind. None of that is The Shadow that I am reading about.

This is Deconstructionism at its worst and just like in Kingdom Come, (another deconstructionist graphic novel), anything good and decent is spat upon, mocked and maligned. The opposing philosophies of The Shadow and Batman are juxtaposed and while I found them both extremely shallow, I fully agree with The Shadow and don’t understand how anyone could claim that the twaddle Batman was spouting could in any way make sense. Here the writers move Batman WAY beyond “not killing” and into “any killing by anybody is evil and superduper bad and automatically makes you a villain”. It was eye rollingly shallow and I thought it did a great disservice to the Ideals that Batman actually holds to. As for the Ideals that The Shadow holds to, those were so twisted and misrepresented that to attempt to even touch upon them would give these writers a validity that they don’t deserve. The writers are utter dog shit in my eyes now and I hope a pack of rabid schnauzers attack them and destroy their ankles.

Now, with all of that ranting and swearing, you have to ask, was this even worth 2stars? It was. Mainly because the idea of the story was fantastic, even while being poorly executed and made into a mouthpiece of modern liberal cant. There were Cthulhu’ic ties and The Shadow is shown to be an eternal avenging angel, who is tired of the conflict. Batman was to be his replacement. Now, how cool is THAT?

While I was reading this graphic novel, I also read Jen Mugrage’s post on “Words that Mean Things” in which she talks about killing, murder and genocide. The first two points fit in very well as an anti-dote to the bs the writers of this comic were dishing out about “killing”. I’m going to stop now before I begin saying other things about the writers that aren’t appropriate for a blog post.

As for the cover, I briefly touched on that in my “Currently Reading” post two weeks ago. That has a large, high resolution version of the cover if you’re interested.

Overall, I was disappointed in this and felt the writers had no clue about The Shadow. Not “Riders Approved” at all.

★★☆☆☆

From the Publisher

While investigating the murde of a Gothamite, Batman identifies his prime suspect as Lamont Cranston... but there are two problems with that. One, Batman is not aware Lamont's alter ego is the master detective known as the Shadow. Two, and more importantly, Cranston seems to have died over half a century ago!