Book Review: His Majesty’s Dragon

Ladies and gentlemen, greetings.

It is with an utmost pleasure that I present to you my very first review of a book: His Majesty’s Dragon.

Gentlemen-speaking aside, this book contains a lot of it, and I found myself enjoying the politeness-and-intricacies abuse more than I cared to admit at first. Considering that despite my very limited free time, I went through this book in but a week, I daresay it’s possible that I might have enjoyed it.

To quickly describe the setting, imagine a 1800-style England, where “Kingdom” still means something, and Napoleon Bonaparte is reigning in France and invading everything around. Therefore he’s of course trying to invade the british, and he holds a most impressive Air Force with which he seeks to do just that.

Wait… Air Force? In the 1800s?

Yup. That’s where DRAGONS come into play.

It’s in this most unique mix of history vs fantasy setting that the main character comes into play. As he runs into a soon-to-hatch dragon egg (stolen from the french) and unexpectedly binds his life to the creature inside, he meets a forced career shift that he never cared for and which will pose a great many difficulties.

So, I mean. You got dragons, Gentlemen manners, Napoleon, dragons, badass lady-captains, gunships, dragons, dragon-science, epic feats of awesome, epic accelerated training with dragons, epic fights, random (non-)romance, intrigue, suspense, dragons, and hmm. Oh yea, dragons.

Do you really need any more arguments? I mean, really?!

Then go get it.

You are very welcome.

If you’ve read it already, or if you want to mention how you think gentlemen manners are for sissies, please get verbal in the comments below.

Cheers!