We're two books in to a Sharon Shinn series and no one has invented a car yet? What is even happening?

I'm enjoying the conceit of this world very much and I like that it's...sort of magic and sort of just people being people. I do like the idea of "person who you can tell all your secrets to" although I REALLY like "culturally sanctioned blunt person" as a job.

But also I like having Shinn books left to read in this absolute dumpster fire of a timeline.

It's always interesting to me how little Shinn shies away from, for lack of a better term, depictions of domestic violence and how, in her stories, they are both terrible and commonplace. They're BAD but they are things that happen and need dealing with.