I cannot fault Iron Angel for its dark and disturbing world. This, I'm glad to say, is as good as Scar Night's. The vivid descriptions certainly gave me the creeps and a shiver on more than one occasion.
Unfortunately, I struggled to really be able to relate to any of the characters. I can't help feeling that many of them were just plot devices; intended purely as a means to give the reader a viewpoint from which to see a certain event as it happened.
A very notable problem for me was the sheer amount of grammatical errors I found whilst reading. Some of them were pretty terrible, and I can't imagine how an editor could have missed them. I can only conclude that it almost feels like Iron Angel wasn't edited at all: in fact, oftentimes, I felt like I was reading a draft version.
Chapters seemed really hap-hazard. There is no consistancy to their length. Some are over 50 pages long, others less than five. This annoyed me a bit, but could have been forgiven if the story itself hadn't felt as equally disjointed.
Another issue I had with Iron Angel was that it felt very poorly paced. Far too much happened, and I ended up reading the last 200 pages feeling quite overwhelmed and struggling to keep up. Somewhere along the way, the author seems to have thrown me completely from his story: I have no idea who I want to win the conflict, or why they should win. There were too many characters by the end, introduced too quickly and too close to each other. I struggled to keep track of who was who, and who was on who's side.
I'd never have thought myself driven to have to add this to the list of "complaints" against Iron Angel, but another problem I found was that the violance, gore and evil was far too overdone. After a while, I got fed up of it. One of the reasons why I was first so impressed by Alan Campbell's descriptive abilities was because of how extreme and nasty the things and ideas he populated his world with were. But, now I feel as though I've read one too many descriptions of tortured souls, swords bleeding and poisons devouring flesh. In the end, I began to need a break from the evil and nastiness. Why would I want this world saved when there seems nothing good about it to save?
I'll read the third book because I think there are some great ideas amongst there, it's just not terribly well executed. Which is a huge, huge shame. A few more revisions, perhaps, and a better editor might have left me singing this one's praises with little to complain about.