Everyone knows that second volumes of a trilogy usually have that "neither beginning nor ending" problem, where the story moves on but it lacks the punch of what came before. No one cites The Two Towers as their favorite book. Really, the only exception I can think of is The Empire Strikes Back, which was greater than its predecessor.
This may be The Empire Strikes Back of the Ring-Sworn Trilogy.
I said in my review of For the Killing of Kings, that Howard Andrew Jones had done something exciting and new. Yes, the setting IS well described as The Three Musketeers Meets Nine Prince in Amber, but the crowning achievement was, in an era or bloated, over-wrought and self-important fantasy, Jones had managed to write an opening that had the elegant, direct prose of a pulp-writer, the breathy, fast-paced action of the masters of sword & sorcery while keeping the detailed characterization and grand-vision of epic fantasy. Now that board is set, he launches into volume 2 without missing a beat.
I'll do by best to write this with no real spoilers.
The action literally begins, oh, 30 seconds after the last book ended, and the opening adventure, involving shifting identities, spy-work and a mass rescue in a city just fallen to besiegers is one of the best starts to this sort of novel I have read in ages. Besides clever and exciting, there is a lot of wit, and the character Rylin, who we've seen coming into his own in the second half of book one, now fully emerges. The storyline this sequence sets in motion is not at all what I expected, and read like one of the mad-cap ideas RPG adventurers would come up with ("the city has fallen? It's riddled with tunnels no one knows about? What if we...?), only with an actual coherent plan of action that involves everything from assassinations to...magically controlled hot-air baloons.
We also at last get to see the Naor on their own terms, and while they are not exactly as the Realms folk envision them (think "orcs in human skin"), they really are a brutal folk...as much to each other as their enemies, but as we learn that they view the Realmsfolk as literally a different species, the entire nature of what is human, not human is called into question, as the mystery of the world itself expands. (Jones has a lot of homages to fiction he loved, and reading the Naor and their views of the Realms folks, I wondered if there was one to the Mabden vs. Vadhagh in Moorcock's Corum novels. No matter, the Naor are wholly his own.) Along the way we meet a very intriguing pair of villains and get a glimpse of some truly awful blood-magic, whose visuals will linger in my head for a long time. But the best part of *this* storyline, for me, is that we do not have the tired fantasy trope of the Big Bad who is seemingly infallible until Act Three. The Naor are an uneasy alliance and their own squabbles and ambitions play against them. This was really refreshing.
Of course, there are several other major storylines at work. N'lahr, Kyrkenall, Elenai and the kobalin Ortok ended their last adventure in Vedessus and from here, they split into separate adventures of their own. The legendary hero, N'lahr, remains a bit of a cipher -- we only see him through others eyes, but I think that necessary to the narrative, as it also helps keep the character from becoming a Mary Sue. Also, through this narrative choice, Jones is free not to depict every action of what becomes a complex military campaign, but rather to focus on the more personal adventures, and then suddenly intercut to the Commander's battles, as our heroes use magic -- unreliably -- to find out what is happening in the wider world of their allies. The result actually makes the battle scenes more exciting, and prevents them from becoming too much like what we are already seeing in the siege story.
It is hard to say too much more without true spoilers, so I will say that as the book drives through its last third, we re-meet the seeming traitorous Altenerai Cerai, learn more of the nature of the hearthstones and their connection to the Realms and at last have a confrontation with the queen....and none of it is what we, or the heroes, have expected, but it all makes good sense. As is necessary for a second volume, the novel ends with its cliffhangers, but that simply left me hungering for more.
Finally, I want to make mention of the novel's size. Bloat in epic fantasy has become pathetic. Whereas. "Lord of the Rings" was just over half a million words, each novel being somewhere around 150,000 words, GRR Martin's "Dances with Dragons" was over 450k words by itself, and his rambling saga is already at 1.7 million words. "Upon the Flight of the Queen" is not a small book, I'd guess somewhere around 150k words, but it is spare by comparison and yet *tells so much more story*. Not just action, but *story*. One of my favorite scenes involves the young heroine Elenai visiting her family in Vedessus. We learn about her aunt's lovers, her fraught relationship with a younger sibling, her widowered father's new love, and her own sense of alienation from the world she grew up in -- all over the course of just a few pages that read like real people, having real conversations and dramatically expand *who* Elenai is as a person. There are little vignettes like this throughout, a page here, a few paragraphs there, that give even minor characters a sense of reality, without delaying or bloating the story. That's the work of a writer at the top of his game, and a reminder that a big book should have a reason for its size, other than authorial indulgence.
A great series. I look forward to seeing how it ends next year!