Guess we witewary some sort of... heh... Knights Wadiant, huh? (Slaps shoulder)

I was expecting the understated yet frightful Sanderlanche to build up but was met with eyeroll twists that really felt like loose change grabbed off the floor and presented as gifts. The first 600 pages of this book were so unmoving. So many loose threads I'm expected to care for going forward? This could have been a 400-page burn, instead I guess I'm supposed to put in A FURTHER 2400+ pages to understand a world I increasingly feel is not yet thought out. It's not a bad book. But my faith wavers.