This book is cliched. In fact, it is so cliched, that there is almost no point in explaining the story. We follow a cliched plotline, with cliched characters, and cliched interactions between these things. We all know it. The hero is a hero and nothing else, while the villain is a villain and nothing else. And strangley enough, no one can remember the name of the henchman. No, I'm serious, no one knows that guy's name. Not even his girlfriend or cousin. Prepare to be amazed (or not, you know, it's your choice. After all, that is a pretty cliched line) as you enter the world of Jayda, Tristan and the guy whose name is too complex to remember.