These three characters started the series the centre of a love triangle, and are now so far removed from one another it’s hard to picture them inhabiting the same space. She has lost almost everything that was dear to her and risked it all to break her brother out of an infamous prison and she will still travel to the ends of the Empire to try and find a way to bring down the biggest threat to the Empire. Laia of Serra only wants to help her people, the Scholars, she is the daughter of a famed resistance leader which drags her further into the trials facing the Empire than she ever dreamed possible. He needs to be able to meld with the magic to successfully fulfil his duties but he must put his duties first, he must turn his back on those he loved and his people to see the bigger picture. She is harbouring secrets that she would prefer weren’t made public but as I reflect at the end of my reading I wonder if those secrets aren’t a piece of a larger puzzle that won’t come into focus until the very end.Įlias Veturius has taken a vow to become the Soul Catcher, to give up his humanity and turn his back on everyone he knows to perform his duties and help the ghosts pass through The Waiting Place. She is under pressure from every direction to do what she can for the Empire, keep on top of what is going on in every quarter and still try to keep her sister, the Empress, safe. The Blood Shrike is second to an increasingly unstable Emperor with a Commandant out to grasp power for herself. The three characters were closely entwined as the series started but as the series unfolds their personal paths diverge. I have followed the series from the beginning but I think that it could still be an enjoyable read for those who are only meeting our characters now.Ī Reaper at the Gates is told in alternating chapters from the perspective of the Blood Shrike, Elias and Laia as they each follow their own path on the bigger journey to save the Empire. The one thing I miss about my younger days when it comes to reading series is that I no longer have the time to re-read before I pick up a new book in a series to re-familiarise myself with the story. This is the third book in the series and it picks up where A Torch Against the Night finished, at least from what I remember it does. I am so glad I made the choice to pick it up because it was well worth it, an absolute rollercoaster ride of betrayal, battle and backstabbing. I thought I would get through it quickly but in all the chaos of July book lists my reading time suffered and it took a little longer. By the time I could look at it I probably should have picked up something else but there was no way I was moving on without reading this one. Left to their own devices, Garrison and Koenig prepared for the night's business and half an hour later, clad in open-necked, lightweight evening suits, made their way from the motor-yacht to the seafront.The Ember Quartet is a series that I have loved, and we have book clubbed all of the books, I was so excited to get this one lined up for June and then there were postal holdups and the book arrived really late. Lovi berthed La Ligurienne at the end of a jutting concrete quay, and with Garrison's permission he and the four members of his crew went ashore. Marcello scratched his chin, shrugged, said, 'Oh, she called Arenzano.' 'I thought there might be.'įor once Garrison was astonished. 'About your dream?' The other looked at him sideways. Finally Garrison turned his lenses on the captain. Garrison felt his blood cool in a moment, forcing an involuntary shiver down his spine. 'My stick, yes,' the other quietly answered. 'And you're right - there was violence in my dream.' 'You're a remarkable and valuable man, Willy Koenig,' said Garrison slowly. 'But I don't think I should want you to use it. 'Again, I'm not sure,' said Garrison, the frown back on his face. But Garrison knew that his friend never left it lying around where idle hands might pick it up.
A casual, comfortable sort of stick, time and use had polished it black. An ordinary stick with a crook, the German walked with it in the country and when exercising Suzy, flicked leaves with it, used it to gesture and to point things out. And I notice that you brought it with you.' The stick he mentioned was one that Koenig had used ever since Garrison first knew him. When the captain went back to his duties and they were alone again, Garrison asked Koenig to sit beside him and said, 'Willy, there's something I still have to tell you.' '-We also find trouble,' Koenig finished it for him. 'Now please, what's the name of the place?'Ī huge bearded man came out from the cabin, spoke briefly to Lovi, turned to Garrison and nodded in a friendly fashion. 'I'll decide that,' Garrison answered, his patience wearing thin. 'When we find Terri,' Garrison began, 'it may well be that-'
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