Status Updates From Titus Alone

There are times when the air that floats between mortals becomes, in its stillness and silence, as cruel as the edge of a scythe.

(Ch. 44)

There is no calm for those who are uprooted. They are wanderers, homesick and defiant. Love itself is helpless to heal them though the dust rises with every footfall [...] – each breath an inhalation from the past so that the lungs, like a miner's, are dark with bygone times.
 Whatever they eat, whatever they drink, it is never the bread of home or the corn of their own valleys. . .

This book feels like a totally bizarre departure from the previous two. It's like pivoting from the weird fantasy books Kelsey like that are like knockoff LOTR into a Thomas Pynchon novel, in terms of vibe. It's like, the LOTR falls away and you realize that it had the 'surrealiy of life' themes of pynchon all along just cloaked in fantasy motifs.

I can see why the third book is usually set apart from the other two. It’s very different, and holy hell are there some incongruous bits.

Already off to a very different start than the other two books.

¿Acaso ha olvidado el lugar donde los petos de las armaduras bullen como la sangre en el interior de los párpados y las inmensas cúpulas reverberan al sonido de la tos de una rata?

Empezamos intensos.