This is a very annoying book because it is very good and very moving and it employs a story resolution idea I've used in an unpublished book of my own which is very inconsiderate of the author he really should have checked with me first before using it.

Sigurd, the mopey unstoppable tough guy from the first two books takes centre stage when whatsername, the hero from the first book, is assassinated, I'm sorry I don't have the book next to me and my memory for names is shot I'm not even sure the guy's name is Sigurd. He sets out to find out who and why and kill everyone while angsting about what a killing machine he is and his life is all killing and stuff. But he finds purpose in the form of whatsername's daughter, whosherface, no wait, Taty, who along with a number of other mysterious children is being hunted by a deadly foe with divine powers - except all the gods are dead, so how could this be?

It's really good, a fantastic culmination to the trilogy and the names aren't that hard to remember I don't know why I'm making such a meal of them, sorry. Oh and thanks for using my idea Robert Jackson Bennett, just... thanks.