This book is very useful for reminding writers why tact, careful consideration and a bucket-load of thorough editing are necessary. The mistakes here are numerous and inexcusable.
The setting is based in three countries; Kria, Illusor and Salhara. Mostly what we see is the first two, through traced out journeys across the lands. That said, they are much the same, being snowy and harsh, with the exception that Illusor has a lot less presence.
The customs of these countries were half-pleasant. Salharans were the most formed with their attachment to names, and Kria echoed them with their swords but, once again, Illusor faded into the background. The prominent features of the countries' people all read like a theory; something about them refuses to click into place, remaining little more than a fantasy. Perhaps it's the lack of complexity. Sure, the hostilities and stigma are spoken about, but nobody is ever seen acting upon it. Beraht is not accepted and everyone in Salhara needs a name to be someone, yet there is no true cruelty displayed against him. The idea of naming a sword after your beloved, like in Kria, is very romantic, but impractical. What happens when you fight, break up or divorce? Or just turn out to have been wrong about your feelings? It is never addressed, and I will not be fed rubbish about "true love".
But even the attitudes of the country were shallow. Salhara is the crafty, tricky, evil mastermind. Kria is the harsh, steel-loving military power. Illusor is the land of good, with powerful and tragic magic, a community of squabbling fools and no real harm meant to anyone. History? What's that?
The characters are just the same. Dieter von Adolwulf is the tough, infamously fearsome leader of the Scarlet Army. His Kaiser hates him and he has some dark, edgy past he loves to shout about all the time. His men are slaughtered, he drags around a prisoner he is very angry at, and he is really just a scowling storm cloud. Never changes.
Beraht was a Salharan soldier with no name, which makes him the lowest of the low in society. In order to earn a name, he sneaks into Dieter's camp and kills a lot of the men in their sleep. He is caught, ends up living after another catastrophe hits them, and is stuck with Dieter, who forces a name on him in order to upset him. Beraht is angry, reckless, stupid and almost masochistic. Again, never changes.
There are the side characters of Iah and Sol, who act as a couple in their own right. Iah is an Illusor soldier, and a close friend of the prince's, who is captured and blinded by Sol's cruel brother-in-law. He is then completely dependent on a man with a "summer voice" who rescues him out of kindness. Yeah, that's Sol. He's tricky, gentle, and supportive.
Then there's Esta, Matthias and Kalan. Kalan is a friend and not worth much beyond his constant wisecracks. Esta is Iah's sister, known for her terrible temper and unwillingly being courted by Matthias. Matthias is the prince of Illusor who, in his father's illness, acts pretty much as the king, and is boyish, good humoured and friendly. He's like Maric from "The Stolen Throne", only slightly more informed.
The plot is so amiable, it's ridiculous. Clearly the author was scared to make her characters suffer, as the solutions to problems appear as soon as they crop up and major enemies are vanquished in the space of a page. Finn forbid that the universally hated general should actually be hated! Woe betide that our heroes should have lasting damage inflicted upon them! Forests refuse that they would need to sweat in genuine fear! They're good guys, didn't you know!?
Putting it honestly, nobody is allowed to dislike the main characters in this book, unless their hearts are thoroughly corrupted by evil. Even we, as readers, are not permitted to believe that the cast might face some real obstacles. We are passed from viewpoint to viewpoint, seeing Tawn's actions as he plots their doom, listening in as someone else plans to swoop in and save them, and hearing pretty much everyone's thoughts of each other. Mystery is not tolerated.
Don't even read this for the romance. Nobody falls in love; they are either in love or they are not. One pair show automatic longing for each other and, after one brief kiss, become as a natural with their lover as a couple who have been married for decades. Another argues for three quarters of the book and show no romantic interest between them, until one member spontaneously decides he's in love. It's very clearly forced. Perhaps the first couple would, with time, come to be together, but the second lot are obviously more content to stay enemies and rip their throats out. No matter how cute it is to have it otherwise, the most they could ever have become is a set of mismatched friends, and that truth should have been respected.
The writing... Oh, save me now. It has "badly done spell check job" etched into its very being. Someone must "done heavier clothing", draw a sword that is mysteriously missing from the sentence, or run into a misplaced comma as they try to charge at an opponent.
Information is crammed together in lines that scream awkwardness, and often repeated several times throughout the book as if we had failed to understand it before.
Dialogue is unnatural, with peasants and rulers using exactly the same long words and unbroken sentence structure. People also like to explain things a lot, especially when there's no need. They are so compelled to carry on in this manner that they will speak for five minutes about an irrelevant topic before bothering to answer a yes or no question.
The point of view... Need I mention it again? In one scene the third person narrator goes so far as to call Matthias "Matti" because the chosen focus character is Esta. I cannot explain well enough how ridiculous and out of place it looked.
And for my final complaint... The author only cared about sight. People and places were defined by colour, so vivid in each of them that I stopped recognising people after the third introduction. They weren't even poetic, just a reminder that this person had yellow eyes and that person had red-black. Smell was too basic, hearing extremely underused, and touch passed up entirely. Even when Iah was blind, the writing focused on what he couldn't see and how useless it rendered him. He didn't try to make better use of his ears or nose, just lamented his eyes. A wasted chance.