Book Review - The Kaalansh Chronicles by Krishna Paswan



The Kaalansh Chronicles by Krishna Paswan (Books 1 and 2)

Available in Kindle edition

Twenty-seven year old Ishaan Vardhan is an archaeological conservator. While working on a stepwell in Gujarat, he saves a man from death and makes a startling discovery about himself. 

Ishaan is a Kaladhar - someone who can transfer life-essence to another being, but at the cost of precious time from his own life. Everytime he transfers life-essence, he would age reasonably. 

But that is not all. His discovery alerts a covert group named as the Sabha whose mission to keep the existence of people like Ishaan, a secret. There are various groups under the Sabha and not all are in favor of allowing Ishaan to live. 

Accompanied by Tara Sen, an epigraphist, Ishaan struggles to escape from the people sent to kill him. Only, he doesn't know who can save him, and whom he should trust. 

The narrative is quiet fast-paced. The plot is steady with a believable storyline. The chapters, while short, kept me on the edge with quick action scenes and rapid progressing of the narrative. The characters have been very well-etched. 

Personally I liked the concept of Kalaansh and also the description about time and its infinite loops. It was a very interesting insight into the various concepts of time and thermodynamics.

I am not sure whether there is a third book in the series as the author hasn't given any hint about the same. Although the second book didn't end in a cliffhanger, it did leave a hint for possible adventures ahead.

I liked this series and would recommend this book to all those looking for adventurous reads combined with a touch of mysticism and fantasy. 

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

The Gains And Pains Of (Not) Writing!

Image
  I sit in front of the laptop and stare at the screen in frustration and despair. I have been fighting a creative block since many days. The experts say that there is no use fighting it, and that it is best to relax and step back whenever one is facing a creative block. I feel restless if I don’t attempt to write. I feel frustrated when I attempt and fail. Oh, the turmoil! In moments of sheer desperation, negativity rises to the surface and whispers, ‘All this struggle, and for what exactly? What do you gain by writing? Money? Followers? Subscribers? Fame? Recognition? Is it worth it – to struggle mentally, to write page after page, blog after blog, book after book, only to get single-digit views and readership?’ I can’t deny that I have succumbed to such negativity time and again. I have questioned my existence as a writer. I have wondered whether I can be called a writer, whether I justify the term. Here is a candid truth – the process of writing has given me more mome...
Read more

Book Review - Beneath The Disposable Plates by Jigyansa Mohanty

Image
Beneath The Disposable Plates by Jigyansa Mohanty Available in Kindle edition True to its sub-title, this book is indeed 'a potluck journey in a foreign land'.  Having had to shift base several times, Jigyansa finds companionship and solace in the delightful ritual of potluck which bonds people over mutual love for food, recipes, family and more.  The author's journey begins from Pune to New Orleans where she encounters her first international tryst with potluck. Fighting jet lag and meeting strangers in a foreign land over a potluck dinner, Jigyansa finds the warmth of new friendship.  Thereafter, the author has shared her trysts with potluck in New Jersey, Saginaw and Indianapolis where she finds a community of her own.  I liked the author's breezy description of potluck and her acute observation about the behavior of people. Some of her candid musings really hit home. It is not easy to fit in, it is not easy to stand out either in a foreign land! Under such trying...
Read more

When Fear Becomes A Luxury

Image
  It is another chaotic morning as I prepare the breakfast for the day. I need to grind some tomatoes in the mixer.  I drop the roughly chopped tomatoes into the jar, affix the same on the mixer and press the switch. I jolt at the zing of electric current. I observe the switch closely and see a crack on the same. I remind myself to call the electrician, but not before I get zinged yet again. For, I had to use the mixer again and it totally slipped my mind to use something wooden to press the switch. At noon, the electrician comes. I show him the offending switch. He calmly takes out a screwdriver and runs it all over the switch. Not only does he do that, he also does the same process with the adjacent switch on the board. “Hmmm,” He says. “This needs to be changed.” I cringe as he runs the screwdriver over the switch yet again. He, on the other hand, stays his calm stoical self with no expression of having had an electric shock. I wonder how many years it took for hi...
Read more