Not even a single page in and I’m already fighting tears. The dedication page to Evan Winter’s father was beautiful. It gives you an idea of where the author was as he wrote this book, highlighting specifically the father and son relationship. 

The speed at which I tore through this book borders on obscene. It moved so fast and poured so much into Tau and Tsiora’s stories, I barely wanted to eat or sleep. Every page was packed with so much, I was in denial that the end of the book was approaching. 

There’s no way to capture everything that happens. The relationships that were built for Tau, within the scale and the remaining royalty were at the forefront. Action was not compromised, when swords clashed the fervor and detail of each skirmish was still the same high bar Evan Wjnter had set from the first novel. Winter holds nothing back in this sequel. He kills and maims with the likes of GRRM. Get attached to no one and nothing, lest your heart break.

And now I must be patient for the next book. I am not a patient person. But I suspect this book will be living in my head rent free until it’s ready.