by Sarah Monette
Genre: Adult Fantasy The Blurb: Felix Harrowgate was a dashing and powerful wizard until his former master wrenched Felix’s magic from him and used it to shatter the Virtu—the orb that is the keystone for the protection and magic of the wizards of the city. Felix has painfully clawed his way back...
Meh, LAME.*sigh. Just can't compare with mad-Felix, you know?The rest of it...it just all seemed...too easy...except for what I really wanted to happen. That was excruciating and in the end never did come to pass, those jerks.*sigh.Ah, well. Can't have everything, ne?Might I also mention I dislike G...
This isn't the most fascinating story line I've ever read, but the voice of the book is just wonderful. Mildmay's voice is superb. Not sure I like his character (he is a bit mopey) as much as I do the way he talks. Felix, not so much the way he talks, but he is my kind of character: flawed and obnox...
My affection for Mildmay and Felix, the returning characters from Melusine kept me slogging though this despite the fact that I hated almost every minute of it. I really dislike unstructured stories, and this one gives new meaning to the word “episodic” -- in fact, a better word would be “random.” T...
Warning: This review contains spoilers. Read at your own riskI really liked this book, too. With Felix's madness gone, it was a pleasure to read from his point of view again (though I continue to enjoy Mildmay as well).The world and magic system are ever more rich and complex. I enjoyed seeing so...
This is the sequel to [book: Melusine]. Renegade wizard Felix Harrowgate has regained his sanity but is hated, feared and scoffed at across two continents because of his dark past, madness and most recent betrayal, in which he inadvertantly broke the Virtu, the magical core of the Mirador. With hi...
This second book was okay. I just couldn't get into this story. After awhile, I felt as though I had to force myself to continue. I'm stopping after this book.
This was the second in a cerebral tale about two males. Years later I still remember the imaginary.
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