I don't normally take the time to write reviews on here, but I think it's important to share whenever you read something fantastic or new or beautiful, OR something so terribly written that I wouldn't want another human being to ever waste their precious time reading it. This book is of the latter category.
The story reads almost as if the 2 authors alternated paragraphs, Norton writing one, then Lackey, then Norton, and so on. There was no internal consistency of pace, subject, viewpoint, characters' values, motivations, knowledge etc., sometimes literally from one page to the next. The story was commonly unclear about how much time had passed between sections and chapters. And to introduce a possible love interest 400 pages into a 500-page book? Maybe it goes back to my alternating paragraph theory - perhaps the authors were trying to surprise each other...? Even the laws of magic were inconsistent, which is an ABSOLUTE catastrophe in fantasy literature.
I'll not bore you with the plot, because it was nearly nonexistent. I didn't care about the elves, their human slaves, or even the dragons. They all seemed extremely 1-dimensional and frankly, pathetic. I did finish the book, because I try to make it a point never to quit a book (I've only quit 2 books that I can recall, and now can only remember one of the titles, but that's another story), but was RELIEVED when it was over. My wife was also relieved - she got very tired of me complaining about the inconsistencies after the first dozen or so.
One last note, in case M. Lackey ever reads this: I've now read two of your books. In fantasy (as in life, really) it should be VERY unusual for characters to find secret tunnels, doors, passages, compartments, etc.
And now I will do what I have only done a handful of times; I will recycle the paper of this book, rather than donating the book to a charity for resale. Then at least one tiny bit of good can come from my reading this disaster - I'll have removed one copy of it from circulation.