There was nothing I didn’t like about this book, but likewise nothing I really loved either. Okay, that’s not quite true, I loved the dense tapestry of imagery that made up almost every page. Lots of flowery language. Lots of names and hints at an entire world just beyond our understanding.
This and the first in the series are dense and dreamy, almost surreal in their fantasy.
But unlike the first novel, this one has a very satisfying ending. (Somewhat undercut by an epilogue set 25 years later that leaves the door open for a sequel.)
