Finally finished the third book. All 670 pages or what have you, and it was a wicked fun ride. It’s a war book, a book filled with black hearts, slashing rain, endless ambushes, periods of waiting, tactics, heroes and villains. It’s got that terrific verisimilitude that Paksenarrion had, that sense that we’re reading a true account of how martial companies might have acted, with necromancers, werejaguars and flying carpets thrown into the mix.

Really good stuff. I’m going to miss being in the company of Croaker, Goblin, One-Eye, Raven, Darling and the Lady: that perhaps is the highest praise you can give any book.