From Publishers Weekly
Ancient Mesopotamian civilizations clash in Allen's promising debut. Uruk, a thief and warrior from the jungles of Africa, and Ander, a slave escaped from the brutal Niphilim people, cross paths in the megalopolis of Kan-Puram, where Uruk has gone seeking a friendlier place to ply his trade and where Ander has gone to rally opposition to the coming Niphilim onslaught. The fantasy label is perhaps misapplied; Uruk and Ander fight their battles—brutal enough for an Erikson set piece—with mundane weapons, brawn and brains, and only the wholly fictional Niphilim society prevents it from being legitimate historical fiction. No part of the story involves any significant supernatural element. Yet despite the lack of wizardry, gods or strange beasts, something in Allen's writing raises the mundane to the level of the fantastic, and the feel of magic crackles through the pages, even if it's nowhere to be found in the words.
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From Booklist
Allen's high-quality first novel depicts a fictional war in ancient Sumer from the perspectives of wandering thief Uruk, from the jungles south of the Sahara, and Ander, an escaped slave of the Nephilim. Uruk leaves the great city Ur for Pan-Kuran, city of thieves, where he meets the king of thieves and winds up owing him a life-debt. Ander reaches Pan-Kuran just before the Nephilim army arrives. Uruk's debt keeps him in town, and Ander is determined to fly no further. Moreover, their knowledge and wits may keep the Nephilim from rolling over Pan-Kuran. The Nephilim are a historical mystery, said in Genesis to be giants descended from the sons of God and the daughters of men. Allen makes them proto-Spartans, who enslave anyone they can to work at providing their necessities, including mining the metal for their superior weapons. The plot is quite plausible, the characters are well drawn, the setting is credible, and what is known of Sumer isn't contradicted, but the pacing is a bit awkward, as in many lesser first novels. Murray, Frieda