One of those rare books that gets more powerful on reread, and particularly on reread after reading the sequels. Turner breaks a lot of rules of writing, here--viewpoint drifts from person to person within a single scene, all matters of military strategy are told and not shown--but it works
, and works brilliantly. All the little details that seem irrelevant at first build and build until they coalesce into something beautiful and heartbreaking. And does this book ever break my heart.
This is the story of how the Gods conspired to give a man his heart's desire. And when did that ever work out well?