This book is weird. This is fantasy, you might say, so it should be able to expect everything. There, I was not expecting anything, what is the same, and I was very disappointed (to be done). The blackness of which this book is dripping, and that pleases some, is also its biggest problem, as it borders on the manic delirium, and do not take all the originality and intelligence promised by other critics. This is a world that gives no impression of building with only one psychology for all the characters (go two, but in the same family then), and constructed and narrated in a disorderly manner, random. In short, it seems that the author took his investigations in his unconscious for art and that we served intact. My impression, anyway. And there are 10 volumes in total? Avoid.
