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A review by wynnz
Revelation: Ascendancy: Book 1 by D. Ward Cornell
1.0
Oh My Gosh! What a load of dribble, simplistically simple, an abundance of conveniences. It was like reading a Spot the Dog book for 5 year olds, or Where is Spot. Spot had pooped on the mat, the alien said to his many minions, “get this mat cleaned up as soon as you can”, The minion replied “You’ve got it boss” the alien said to Spot “Please don’t do that again, it's not very nice”, Spot said, “I’m sorry, I think it was something I ate, probably that kebab I had last night”.
Spot pissed on the man's leg, the alien said to his minion,”Get those trousers dry cleaned immediately”, the minion said, “You've got it boss”. The alien admonished Spot, “Please don’t do that again, it's not very nice”. Spot said “I’m so sorry, it must have been the ten pints of Guinness I drank last night. It won’t happen again, I promise”.
Everyone was so polite, so accommodating, kind, pleasant, and so nauseatingly grateful. The only two people that were not very nice were an arrogant FBI special agent and some Mexican. I should clarify. I only got through 42%, and that was a miracle. For that 42% all I got was, an alien avatar flew around the world, beaming down here, there and everywhere, convincing countries to join the galactic confederation, by healing and curing their heads of state from terminal illness, or some sort of life threatening, or life altering disabilities. It was also really handy that most of these countries that he visited had heads of states and prime ministers, presidents and kings who needed a cure for these types of illnesses. And of course after being cured they were more than happy to join the confederation, in fact they were falling over each other to join, they even formed a queue. How very civilized of them. There was Canada, Israel, Estonia, Latvia, Georgia, I’m not sure how many counties there are in the world, around 160 odd, I don’t know how many more joined in the other 58%, perhaps that’s for book 2 and 3.
Spot pissed on the man's leg, the alien said to his minion,”Get those trousers dry cleaned immediately”, the minion said, “You've got it boss”. The alien admonished Spot, “Please don’t do that again, it's not very nice”. Spot said “I’m so sorry, it must have been the ten pints of Guinness I drank last night. It won’t happen again, I promise”.
Everyone was so polite, so accommodating, kind, pleasant, and so nauseatingly grateful. The only two people that were not very nice were an arrogant FBI special agent and some Mexican. I should clarify. I only got through 42%, and that was a miracle. For that 42% all I got was, an alien avatar flew around the world, beaming down here, there and everywhere, convincing countries to join the galactic confederation, by healing and curing their heads of state from terminal illness, or some sort of life threatening, or life altering disabilities. It was also really handy that most of these countries that he visited had heads of states and prime ministers, presidents and kings who needed a cure for these types of illnesses. And of course after being cured they were more than happy to join the confederation, in fact they were falling over each other to join, they even formed a queue. How very civilized of them. There was Canada, Israel, Estonia, Latvia, Georgia, I’m not sure how many counties there are in the world, around 160 odd, I don’t know how many more joined in the other 58%, perhaps that’s for book 2 and 3.