The great city of Ebora once glittered with gold. While this is definitely a story seated in fantasy, there’s a touch of sci-fi to it when it comes to the monsters and the threat they pose, of how those of the world try to deal with that and the mythology within said world that is on the cusp of death. From early on I was invested, and that had me devouring the first two books, and now I am in that dreaded no-man’s land of so wanting the third book… but not. The world-building is exquisite and the characterisations of each of not only the main players but the secondary ones is masterfully done. The characters are diverse and unique, and it’s also so damn refreshing to have one of the main characters be a smart, capable woman over forty who can damn well hold her own (oh, how I love Vintage!). That last point alone should tell you how good this series is. The final book in the series, The Poison Song, is out in audiobook but I am waiting for my print copy to arrive before digging in… for three reasons: 1) anticipation is half the fun, 2) I do so love my print books, and 3) I am so invested in this series that I do not want it to end. Right off the bat, I’ve only read the first two in the trilogy: The Ninth Rain and The Bitter Twins. This was another trilogy I picked up on the recommendation from a friend, and I couldn’t be more pleased he pushed me in books’ direction (hat tip, Tam – I owe you!). In this instalment of Festivus Pimpage, we’re dipping our feet back into the fantasy waters with Jen Williams’ most epic The Winnowing Flame Trilogy. I will miss hanging out with Tor and Noon and Vintage and Aldasair and Berne, and what I wouldn’t give to see Kirune, Vostock, Helcate, Jessen and Sharrik soaring through a Sydney sky (Jure’lia notwithstanding, of course). Read this trilogy, like go right now and buy them, order them from your library… whatever you need to do to get it in your eyes. I could go on and on about the world-building and the divine prose, the connections between the characters and their war beasts, but I could never do it justice. The relationships between them all, and how they just make each other better without wanting to make the others better. Oh, how I will miss Vintage’s wit and optimism, Berne and Aldasair’s deep love, Noon’s bad-assery, and Tor being, well, Tor. It’s damn clear I loved not only The Poison Song but the entire The Winnowing Flametrilogy (which now sits top shelf in my bookcase with other books that tore out my heart and handed it to me).
Why? Why is it over? Whhhhyyyyy… WHHHYYY? No, nope, na-ah. So, in keeping with my short-arse reviews this year, I give you whiny bitch: The upside of this is that it stopped me from leaving a world and characters I could spend forever reading. It’s been a while since my last review, but I entered a bit of a reading slump about halfway through Jen Williams’ The Poison Song because… well….
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