** Spoilers and opinions follow.
Not good. I can stomach an anti-drug campaign in a book, but only if it isn't pointlessly thrown in like it is here. The drug 'Roet' had a distinct subplot, but it never amounted to anything or affected the main plot, I was expecting some kind of twist, or meaning. Nor did the addition of Lilia, and her relationship to Anyi and Cery. The whole book could have happened without them, and should have, considering they were completely undeveloped characters (Even Cery, who I loved in the original books, had been watered down) and the only enjoyable event was Cery's death, which was laughable and had absolutely no consequences, except Sonea feeling a bit sad.
The action was pathetic, as there wasn't much. There was no sense of danger because our protagonists were on the conquering, winning side. And the only time I could have felt something for Dannyl, when his lover died, was ruined by Dannyl launching into one of the many poorly placed internal monologues. Why not SHOW me his anger, and his pain, by describing it? I shouldn't have to be told that someone is feeling a certain way. This is a recurring element in all of the characters, who unrealistically have full discussions with themselves at every moment, even when there is magic being flung at them, it also didn't help that everybody spoke in the same, emotionless way. Sonea and Regin's love story felt forced, and went against everything that made the 2nd book in the original story my favorite. Regin and Sonea's rivalry, as well as Dannyl and Tayend's mysterious, controversial (in the world) love story kept me up at night on college days, and ate away my time. This book I severely contemplated throwing out the window at the half way point, just like the 2nd book in this new trilogy. Honestly it was a waste of my time, and it sullied my good opinions of the original trilogy.
I'm rarely frustrated enough to write a review, because I'm sure everything I've just said has been written here before. But the needlessness of this book has motivated me to fuel my irritation into words. Lovely, lovely words.