A social worker father and his adult daughter crash land on a desert full of crystal plants and little else. City walls rise in the distance, but as the pair hike closer they see those walls are more like mountains, and the mega-metropolis behind them is long dead.
Luckily, the adventuring city of Spur is alive and green, and well outside of Ar’Kendrithyst’s shadow.
Follow Erick Flatt as he tries to make a nice life with new friends in a new home with his daughter at his side, but this land is rarely as kind as its people, and Erick will need to change if he wants to live the life he wishes to live.
Did you finish book three and crave more novelette-long chapters of Erick trivially inventing new magics but never using them on anything but stone dummies, mass-producing priceless artifacts and distributing then freely, and taste-testing his attempts to re-create foods from earth? That's like 90% of what I read in book 4 although I put it down 3/4 of the way through after the below line jolted me out of hoping it would get better.
> Almost no one cared to look Erick’s way, so he was free to look upon whoever he wished, and oh my, what sights there were! At least ten women had their righteous boobs on display. In dresses, in blouses, in corsets and otherwise. One was even topless, with her prodigious assets buoyed on clouds.
THIS IS A FUCKING FANTASY WORLD. BUILT ON VIOLENCE & ERICK STILL INSISTS ON ‘SAVING’ EVERYONE. His savior complex reeks.
Ngl I’m so mad I could cry. Wtf is this? The politics and Ericks lack in navigating this RUINED this book. RUINED.
the author is already dragging this Bulgan/Shade business. I. Hate. Erick. I. Hate. Everyone.
Ps: I appreciate this author’s imagination but Erick’s characterization is so inconsistent I want to tear my hair in frustration. I’m so tired of how weak and inexperienced he is. & the more I think about it , the angrier i get.
Pps: someone said it keeps getting better. It does not.