This is the final book in the 3rd trilogy set in the world of Terre d'Ange. Thank God. Carey's lost her touch. Her main character, Moirin, has been accused of being a Mary Sue and I can't see that she's not. In the first book, Naamah's Kiss, Moirin, a sheltered girl who grew up in the woods, experiences Terre d'Ange and screws everything that walks before/during/after heading out to China to save a princess from a dragon - or maybe it's a dragon from a princess. In the second book, Moirin goes to India and her annoying fiance/boyfriend Bao runs away from her because he too has a destiny from the bear-god.

In this book, Carey sends Moirin to Mexico/South America to rescue the handsome prince and preserve the happiness of the little princess. Fine, whatever. I can live with the stupid storyline, but the very end of the book undermines the entire complex theology that Carey set up. Moirin returns to the bear-cave and sees that all her patron saints and goddesses are all the same entity: Blessed Elua, Naamah, the sea queen, the bear-god, and all the others - yes, probably even Phedre's death god from Kushiel's Chosen. She effectively killed her world - part of what made the books so great was the mystery behind the gods/goddesses and their competitions with each other. Moirin sees them, talks to the dead, and then they all merge right in front of her. May she die a thousand deaths so we don't have to read about her and her omnipotent, boring powers anymore.

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