How sad to have to give up all those lovable characters who accompanied me every day for the past months. At the time of closing the last chapter and reading of the epilogue, I see the beautiful and enchanting places, the frightful intrigues and epic and fascinating denouement.
I already feel like a void, a lack, an irrepressible need to return immediately to the legendary land of Osten Ard: the arcane swords, or how to immerse the player in an incredibly addictive and deeply upsetting fresco.
I remember an unforgettable journey in the end: the tragic loss of some of the protagonists of the story has moved me to tears! Some passages have held breath of a so intense that I was no longer able to leave the novel despite the hour that unreasonable ...
If the full proposed by pocket editions, with its sumptuous blankets, is not free from blame (poorly printed cards, tasteless preface spelling grotesque shells) the fact remains that the enchantment of the oeuvre plays full speed and transports us.
This story will have bewitched me terribly. It shows itself all the reasons why I love reading as much fantasy in general and in particular: can not win as the whirlwind of adventures takes us, leaving in its wake a delighted reader :)
Tad thank you;)