Rating: 3 Stars ★★★☆☆
I found these pages scattered, teased across the rocks by a fitful wind.
A six nation army marches toward Jorg’s gates, led by a shining hero determined to unite the empire and heal its wounds. Every omen says he will. Every good king knows to bend the knee in the face of overwhelming odds, if only to save their people and their lands. But King Jorg is not a good king.
Faced by an enemy many times his strength, Jorg knows that he cannot win a fair fight. But playing fair was never part of Jorg’s game plan…
Jorg is back!
And he’s as grim and cunning as ever. He finally wears a crown and is called king, but he won’t stop there, will he?
Ah Jorg. I really, really like him. He can be so vulnerable. So utterly sweet and thoughtful.
In the end he would hold because years ago in the ruins of his farm I had given his little irl a wind-up clown and Makin’s clove.spice. A Builder toy to make her smile and the clove-spice to take her pain, and her life. The drug stole her away rather than the waste, and she died smiling at sweet dreams instead of choking on her own blood.
And then he’s not.
I looked down and saw that no part of me was without gore. I dripped with the blood of others, as red as Kent on the day we found him.
Jorg was the best part of the book. Gotta love a well-written antihero. The other great character was actually his young bride, Miana. I absolutely loved her. She’s as cunning as he is.
However… the story didn’t flow as well as the first one. It jumps in time a lot and I thought the powers Jorg suddenly possessed were too much. He commands fire and death and it was just a bit too convenient. I heard the next book gives a satisfying explanation, so we’ll see.
I still love the world and its characters and I look forward to the Emperor of Thorns.
An awesome protagonist, a great world, but it suffers a bit from second-book-syndrome.