I know it's a slight cheat to post a response before finishing, but having read two of the stories in this omnibus prior and grimly (Dwarven tales can only be grimly enjoyed with a stoic demeanor)enjoying the ones I hadn't read it was safe to say my opinion was formed before I ever opened the book.
As I have written elsewhere, Dwarves (or Dwarfs as presented here) are my favorite fantasy race. Their dour pride, their deep-rooted sense of honor, and their refusal to face their doom with anything other than iron resolve are things I hearken to, and who doesn't love those mighty beards? Add to that their painstaking skills with craftwork that all can aspire to, as well as their insistence on looking after even the lowliest of their clans, and even the most pretentious elf-lover can grudgingly admit to respecting a well-told Dwarf tale. And that is exactly what Misters Kyme and Thorpe present to the reader. Four stories told in the dark Warhammer tradition, which at times read more like the Elder Eddas, and not just aesthetically. The common archetypes of heroes are easily found in each story, but perhaps most obviously told in the centuries-spanning tale ofGrudgebearer , which follows the Kings of Zhufbar, specifically Throndin and his son Barundin, as they seek to put right ancient grudges, or crimes done against their people, while still leading their folk wisely and honorably. And of course, whilst obtaining more of that precious gold.
Oathbreaker, as the title might suggest, was a very grim and sad tale and at times it felt like I was slogging through it. Although I'd read the book upon release, after the triumph of Grudgebearer and Ancestral Honour, it felt like one had gutted me with a rusty blade.