This is absolutely the worst SG1 novel I have ever read (and I've read them all). I wish I had not spent the money. I agree with everything Cannon said. He clearly slogged through this horrible piece of tripe, which is more than I can say. I forced myself to skim the last half just because I hate not finishing what I've started.
The Fandemonium novels are hit or miss as far as I'm concerned, but there are several good ones. I was not a fan of this story and the writing was atrocious. (Was he paid an extra nickel for every time he used his thesaurus?) But the biggest and in my opinion absolutely unforgiveable offense is that he clearly had no idea about the characters or the universe of Stargate. Sam was barely there. Daniel was a whiney baby, completely useless, apparently he just can't keep up with Sam's intellect. Teal'c was verbose. Jack was indescribably annoying. And the presence of the team seemed to be a minor inconvenience to the story the author really wanted to tell, which had nothing to do with Stargate.
The point of this publishing company was that it was started by fans, for fans and the books were originally written by SG fanfic authors. Sally Malcolm, owner and chief executive of Fandemonium explained in an interview that they have moved away from that model is because she believed there weren't publishing enough male authors. Because a majority of authors in SG fandom are women, they went searching elsewhere. (And I'm going to take a Sam Carter moment to say that just because my reproductive organs are on the inside instead of the outside doesn't mean I can't write fiction just as well as any man--and definitely better than Savile. If they started out with all male authors I doubt gender would have ever come up.)
I can understand MGM approving this book because their people don't need to know the franchise that well, and let's face it, they need the money. But Malcolm, who most definitely knows better, should never have allowed it to even get that far.