Perhaps Ridley Pearson wrote this with knowledge; Perhaps Ridley Pearson wrote this with love. But Ridley Pearson didn't seem to write it with skill. There is so much pointless running around. So much knowledge that just appears in the characters' heads without the reader learning where it came from. Gaps remain big enough to drive a truck through. Sure, a sequel could be driven through those holes, but it leaves an unsatisfying book. The structural purpose of the other children remains vague; it seems as if Pearson could have written the book with only the protagonist and perhaps one other sidekick. Gary Littman does a good job of making almost every character, especially the five child all very irritating in their tone of voice and manner. I didn't really like a one of them. No, there are much better things to read/listen to than this sad little piece of fantasy fiction.