I bought this book at an SF auction thing at the University. I remember a bidding war broke out between me and some woman over this book.
I’m not sure why. I was just caught up in the excitement.
And then it sat on the bookshelf until now.
I used to read a lot of the Anne McCaffrey sf/fantasy stuff. She’s not a good writer or anything, but her books are… relaxing. They’re just there. Things happen. Dragons fly by. A spaceship rebels.
This isn’t a fantasy book, though. “Merlin” (he of the title) is a dog.
I mean, literally. He’s a dog.
So is this book. This books is literally a dog.
It’s an uneasy mash-up between a gothic romance book and a spy adventure book, and it fails pretty much completely in every conceivable manner. The plot is moronic and the romance is icky.