I wanted to like this book. I really, really did. 

But it’s about 200 pages too long for the plot, which, in those 200 pages, meanders uncomfortably slowly. I really only liked Lukazs and his brothers, the Wolf-Lords, because they were the only characters who were really fleshed out. Ren fell flat. Kozsmar fell flat. The plot twist or two at the end felt rushed and unpredictable (but in the bad sort of way, like the author hadn’t really had much planned and needed something for shock value. I appreciate the Eastern European influence. But that’s about where it ends.