Oh Dear...

I had high hopes for this one. Well, no but I'm also not a fantasy snob and so pretty easy to satisfy and a dungeon crawl with weird monsters, gods and doom descending is pretty much down my alley.
Enter the protagonist. Or rather the way the authors write about him. I'm four and a half hours into the book and absolutely nothing has happened. There was some tantalizing but sparse world building, they've just set off on said treasure hunt. About an hour max in actual story. Did we spend time on elaborately describing the surroundings or internal struggles of characters? Nope. The authors however feel the need to remind us every three sentences that the protagonist is God's gift to women. Women just love him, it's not his fault that he's a shallow pretty boy. They just can't keep their hands to themselves. He literally needs to be rescued by his brother and dad because he's that irresistible. And if a woman doesn't want him, then she's obviously unreasonable, possibly crazy and definitely a raging b****. Here we come to another point I dislike, women are either ugly but kind (because what else is there to do if you're ugly but be a decent human being) or they're pretty and mean.
Honestly, I don't know how old the authors are but the entire thing reads as if it's been written by some horny highschooler. I'm trying to get it exchanged because it's that bad and I thought Terry Mancour's Warmage was sort of entertaining.
Michael Kramer does a phenomenal job but even he can't save this one.

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