After our foray into the Gnome Zone it’s back over to Parthalon to check in on Kluge. I could have sworn he was supposed to stay in Eutracia and try to kill Tristan and Wigg, but whatevs. Kluge is “training” with some of his soldiers, by which I mean he’s murdering them.
He enjoyed these days above all others, when he was allowed to kill his own troops.
Their only concern had been that no realistic training to the death could be had,
I’m not sure you understand what training is.
Tradition said that whichever Minion warrior could kill him during such training would, provided the sorceresses approved, assume his rank and automatically become their unquestioned leader.
This seems like a really great way to run an army. Anyway Kluge kills another soldier or whatever.
The returning wheel was already spinning through the air, a silver, spherical blur.
How does a wheel make a spherical blur?
He hung the deadly sphere back at his belt
What the fuck? Is it a sphere or a wheel? It can’t be both.
I still can’t get over how terrible “returning wheel” is as a weapon name. Why not call is something cool, like DOOMERANG. Now that’s a proper weapon name.
Succiu shows up and we repeat the whole tiresome OH NOES I WISH TO POSSESS HER BUT SHE LUSTS ONLY FOR MEN OF ENDOWED BLOOD A BLOO BLOO thing. She wants to discuss something hugely confidential and Kluge points out that maybe Geldon, who she’s dragging around on a leash, shouldn’t be present. But she’s like NAAAAH HE’S HEARD ALL SORTS OF IMPORTANT STUFF IT’S NOT LIKE HE’S SENDING LETTERS TO OUR ENEMIES LOL.
This is yet another case of the plot very obviously twisting itself into knots via furious hand-waving to ensure that some pre-determined event occurs. This is not how you plot a story. If a certain event absolutely must occur and you can’t or won’t alter it, then set up the circumstances of the story so that it seems inevitable. To the reader the plot must feel like a river flowing down paths governed by the geography of the landscape, not a canal that’s been messily carved out of the earth to run in a certain direction.
Succiu tells Kluge to double the guard around their palace, since she suspects Tristan and Wigg might find some way across the sea.
Indeed, [Wigg and Faegan] have neither seen nor spoken to each other for over three hundred years. But I believe Wigg will try to find him
What do you mean you “believe”, you fucking told Wigg he’s still and alive and where to find him for no god damn reason. The sheer stupidity of that still makes me angry.
I shall kill you in front of the second mistress, endowed blood or not, and prove to her which of us is the better man.
Ugh the masculinity is just bleeding off the pages. Can someone point me to an all-female fantasy novel please, I need a palate cleanser.
The frustration was always the same, and fueled the flames of the other, equally burning desire in his heart: to eventually find and kill the one man in the entire world who truly appeared to fascinate her.
Kluge chapters are even more repetitive than normal, since this bullshit is his sole character motivation.
Kluge’s second in command comes up and announces that they’re going to execute a Minion for not being violent enough or something, I don’t know. Then Kluge starts thinking about the nearby architecture. It is mildly interesting that the Minions’ various compounds are super duper luxurious and decadent instead of being spartan in order to ensure continued loyalty… but not that interesting.
There’s some more grimdark sex and violence nonsense before the chapter ends, but I won’t bother going into it.
Hey I wonder what Shailiha is doing? The answer is “being miserable” because she’s trying desperately not to sleep so she doesn’t have more terrifying not-nightmares (notmares?) and that surely does suck. It’s been several days since a memory of her past life surfaced, but she experienced one earlier and that means it’s scary-room time.
It only just now struck me how utterly nonsensical Failee’s plan is. Are people even capable of deliberately expunging their own memories? Probably not.
Then, out of the fog, had come another, younger man. He was tall and had dark hair, and seemed to be trying to call out to her, beseechingly.
The book seems to have trouble distinguishing between memories and telepathic communication.
Sensing this, the First Mistress had insisted that one of the four other Sisters be in Shailiha’s presence at all times, just to be sure that she would be brought to her if indeed such an occurrence transpired.
You still don’t find anything suspicious about this? Failee’s walking on some pretty thin ice here. If Shailiha failed to report her memory just once, the entire plan would unravel.
Shailiha isn’t able to stay awake and “dreams” that there are hideous boils erupting all over her body and leaking blood. Man remember when this book was about wacky horse adventures and giant butterflies?
The last thing she thought of was them. Not of herself, or even of her unborn child this time, but of them. The ones who kept coming to her in her memories. They were the cause of this. Just before everything went dark, she knew that she hated them, all of them, and she wanted them dead. Real or not.
God this plotline is so stupid.