By Erin M. Evans.
There are certain things characters in books should never do. Sex, for example. Havilar finally has sex with Brin and then doesn't see him for another eight years because of an agreement which Farideh has with Sairché, who twists it to her own devious ends. Farideh's payment is to help Adolican Rhand identify the Chosen of the Gods, which seems to have something to do with divine jockeying ahead of the Sundering.
Farideh is not alone in her prison, having pulled Dahl, the failed paladin of Oghma, along with her when she entered Rhand's domain. A band of Harpers, accompanied by the girls' foster father Mehen, races towards their location (teaming up with some Red Wizards along the way, as one does), as do Brin, Havilar, and Lorcan.
It's all exciting stuff, or would be if the story didn't drag so much. The problem seems to be that there's just not enough material to be sustainable across 432 pages without tiring the reader's patience. For example, Asmodeus has a chat with Lorcan. I expected some delay before the details of that conversation were revealed, but the delay went on and on, and by the time Lorcan got round to mentioning it, the drama had long since been sucked out of the moment.
Like a lot of the other moments in the book, there's too much filler which often leaves the reader waiting for the next big moment and not really absorbing the rest or even caring about it.
Havilar was somewhat annoying, and perhaps needs to be given some time to become a distinct and effective character rather than just Farideh's glaive-wielding sister.
The language was noticeably repetitious as well. There were a lot of tight chests and twisted stomachs where some paraphrasing would've been the order of the day. A good editor would've picked up on this.
As for the Sundering…