Sadness. Despair. Grasping at the unattainable. Betrayals. Hopelessness.
While Abraham has created a fully fledged world that, in my opinion, rivals the world of Malaz for intricacy and depth, the stories told here were not enjoyable. When there is no hope and light and goodness, the story, no matter how well told, loses something.
This was a melancholy duo of stories. I don't know if I even want to read the remaining novels because if they are as sad as these, why should I subject myself to such a tour of despair? I read to escape the horror in our own world, not to inundate myself with the horrors of another unreal world.
While Abraham has created a fully fledged world that, in my opinion, rivals the world of Malaz for intricacy and depth, the stories told here were not enjoyable. When there is no hope and light and goodness, the story, no matter how well told, loses something.
This was a melancholy duo of stories. I don't know if I even want to read the remaining novels because if they are as sad as these, why should I subject myself to such a tour of despair? I read to escape the horror in our own world, not to inundate myself with the horrors of another unreal world.
