Marching through mud just isn't as much fun as they say.
After years of surviving in Adrilankha by practicing the trade he knows best—killing people for a living—suddenly Vlad Taltos finds himself in the last place any self-respecting assassin wants to be: the army. Worse, he's right in the middle of a apocalyptic battle between two sorcerous armies, and everyone expects him to play a role they won't explain. All Vlad's got between him and the worst kind of death is his wits. Oh, and a smart-mouthed winged lizard...
This story was trying much too hard to by clever and funny. I enjoy a snarky character when it's done right, but in this instance the entire thing felt forced. There were a few genuinely funny moments, but they did not make up for the rest. Another thing was the way the book bounced back and forth in time, a method of storytelling I don't personally enjoy. The plot was rather dull and I didn't really care about the characters or their goals. But I think one of the worst, most annoying things, was the way characters would start to say something, then stop and go "oh never mind" or "you don't need to know that right now" like the author was trying to create a false sense of suspense that failed miserably. I was very hard pressed to see this one all the way to the end.