“Time is as much a delusion as your faith, brother. To look into the void is to see the vastness and smallness of everything at once, in an instant of terror and wonder.” (Blood Song by Anthony Ryan)
For all that, I loved this book. I loved every serious, loyal, self-aggrandizing minute of it, as I love all well-wrought fantasy and sci-fi. With a beloved genre, the act of reading individual instances of that genre has little meaning. The importance lies in the continued action of genre reading – each book, for all its minor differences, perpetuates the feeling found in the first book. In the case of Fantasy and Sci-fi, that feeling is one of belief. With each iteration, the reader practices believing that good can triumph over evil, that someone will always be there to sacrifice themselves for the world. The hope is that maybe, one day, through all of this practice, you may master the art of believing these things yourself. For they are very comforting things to believe.