Servalius Window

Jenn S.‘s review
Aug 12, 2016

This was a beautiful read bound by a beautifully crafted cover. While it may seem to be a quick read, White does a great job of pulling in the reader and taking them on a great ride. The writing is solid and enjoyable. I enjoyed reading this one, even though I found out later it was the third in a series. I didn’t feel lost or like I was missing out on important information although I would recommend reading all three books. Each part of the book, while clearly separate, are well linked without losing any of the flow. Young and old readers can enjoy this book equally, and that in itself is quite a feat. My son (11) also enjoyed reading this book and sharing moments with me. It’s a special moment when you can curl up with your child and share a book you both enjoyed reading. I received an ARC in exchange for an honest review. This in no way influenced my opinion.
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Servalius Window is a story of destiny, change, knowledge and time, combining the ancient story of Gilgamesh and Chinese Proverbs to tell the story of two worlds inextricably linked: Servalius and Earth.

“There was a proverb written more than 2200 years ago: watching the tree to catch a hare,” Dr. Zhang smiled warmly, “which means: the only thing that does not change is that everything changes.”

Written in three parts, with the first part on Servalius, the reader learns of a perfectly ordered world where everything and everyone lives according to their destined journey. Servalians have no knowledge of their celestial journey that began on Earth but celebrate the images of the Earth’s vibrancy through Enya Harding’s art and Alfred Canat’s music. But when twelve year old Mia learns that she does not fit into her destined path things change forever…

I suppose it might be wise to stop them,” Enya Harding suggested blandly. She and Alfred did not say another word nor did they do anything else as they watched the light gradually fade as dusk approached. Then in an instant the light dissolved completely, along with Mia, Adam and the painting.

In part two, the reader is introduced to Indigo Jasper, a friend of Felix Hutton who is gifted with strange and unexplained memories and extraordinary knowledge…

A few seconds passed and Indigo’s confused grimace melted away. She pushed away from the wall; her posture was again strong and her confident expression had returned. “So now I am an expert on Chinese history. Not only that but I can speak and write Chinese,” she said proudly. “I don’t know how it happened, or why, but there’s no denying that it did. Why be upset? I should be celebrating. It’s a gift, that’s all…a weird, unexplainable blessing of knowledge,” she whispered cautiously.

Felix knows that Indigo is different from his other classmates but believes that her exceptional intelligence is what sets her apart until she and everything associated with her ceases to exist and only Felix and other Athenites can remember her at all…

Felix shrugged. “If she did exist then you and I are the only ones who knew her. Mulligan is not the only one to insist that she never attended the school; there were no records in the office about her; she wasn’t even in the class photo,” he spat the words out then slowly shook his head. “The weird thing is that I have a memory of standing next to her for that picture, but you saw for yourself, Indigo Jasper was not in that photograph!”

Part three involves the reappearance of Indigo’s ghostly form as she provides some of the answers to her mysterious disappearance, her travels on Earth and what awaits her when she returns to Servalius (as Mia) having completed this part of her destined journey…

Felix stared into Indigo’s eyes as she began fading, evaporating into nothingness.  He glanced briefly at the boy, that she had called Adam, to see that he was almost gone too; only a faint outline remained as he smiled and nodded in parting. It was like watching steam evaporate into clear air until nothing remained of them—nothing. Felix dropped his head forward as he covered his face with his hands unable to prevent the deluge of tears from cascading into his glasses, overflowing then dribbling through his fingers. He began rocking himself back and forth in an attempt to gain control of himself to stop the incredible pain of loss. He couldn’t bring himself to look at the last spot where Melinda had stood.