A long, long time ago, I read this book as a freshman in high school. It was the first adult fantasy novel I’d come across, and I was obsessed with it. I was about halfway through the sequel when my then-cult-indoctrinated parents decided that demons might be influencing me via these books, so the books annnd my extended edition LOTR DVDs all got thrown out. This was devastating to teen-me (and insulting af), but it did nothing to lessen my love of fantasy.
Eventually I bought another set of LOTR extended editions, and then finally, at the end of 2025, I bought the complete Obsidian Mountain Trilogy and started a reread.
I took my time with this book, 1) because I remembered almost nothing from my first read, and 2) because I owed it to my younger self to really sit back and enjoy it. It was wild to reenter this world. Settings I hadn’t imagined in over 20 years were suddenly real again, and just as I remembered them. It felt, in the strangest way, like coming home. My feelings toward the book have changed a lot in the years between 14 and 35, but what I can say is that it still resonates deeply with me.
The characters have heart, so much heart. Kellen, Idalia, and Shalkan were everything to me. The magic was interesting, if sometimes contrived-feeling, and the world was vast and full of life, populated with everything from centaurs to sylphs. The plot itself, though simple, was told in a captivating way, and I can’t wait to see where this adventure leads. That said, the way I cackled when I realized that Kellen’s upbringing and indoctrination was basically a mirror for what my own had been? LOL. Maybe I’d been drawn to this series for a reason back then, much like Kellen was drawn to his three books lol.
That said, I did have some issues with the prose and the storytelling, hence 4/5 rather 5/5 stars. There can be a lot of filler, at times. From what else I’ve read of Lackey, this comes as no surprise to me. I love the heart she gives her characters, and how fearless she can be in making them yearn, suffer, lose, etc, but her tales can meander quite a bit. I think The Outstretched Shadow could’ve been at least 100 pages shorter. Trimming some of the overly descriptive passages alone would’ve helped tons. I also wished that the villainous characters had a bit more depth. This was very much a good is good and evil is evil sort of cast, with very little to speak of in the way of gray. As a result, I found almost every villain to be painfully flat. Which leads into my last criticism: I personally didn’t enjoy most of the villain-POV chapters. I get why they’re there, I understand the function they serve, but I would’ve preferred less knowledge about what’s going on with the plot / more mystery, over these mustache-twirling baddies further bloating the page count.
Anyway, this has been so cozy and healing for my inner teen, and I’ll always be grateful for these books coming back into my life.