![]() Salyards’ hypnotic prose conjures some truly striking settings and imagery, with vivid and poetic descriptions woven seamlessly into the narrative. Luckily for those who disliked the first book’s narrow approach to worldbuilding, the story’s scope begins to widen dramatically in Veil and the writing becomes delightfully evocative to match it. Personally, I think it’s brilliant, but there’s no accounting for taste. Injuries that were inflicted in the first book are still causing problems (broken ribs don’t heal overnight, y’know) as Arki’s tale continues to unfold in real time using the same focused PoV and slow-build structure that had such a Marmite effect on many readers of book one. Veil of the Deserters picks right up where Scourge left off, whirling us off our feet and right back into the story with even less fucking around than a typical episode of 24. ( *Disclaimer: fangirlish gushing is an inadvertent and unavoidable side effect of reading this author’s work.) ![]() ![]() No, what I’m actually here to do is bore you with specific, hyperbolic gushing * about how much I’m bloody loving this series. ![]() You’ll be pleased to know that I’m not here to bore you with generalised, hyperbolic gushing about how much I’m loving the world of Jeff Salyards’ Bloodsounder’s Arc (I waffled on enough in my review of book one, Scourge of the Betrayer). ![]()
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