Seure the Tempered took me longer to read than Martis or Valerin because after every reading session I felt like I had a hangover. The prose's vivid lushness is cranked up to a level I think only fully perceivable by shrimp. I was left intoxicated and dizzy. On the plot end of things, Gray flickers tantalizing flashes of future intrigue that I hope will be explored more in the series. Seure is just the kind of knight a younger me wanted to be when I grew up, and their journey with Ganeida is brilliant. Long live Out of True!