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Phoenix (Taltos book 5)
You know how sometimes a book just makes you clutch your heart and go "ohhhhhh"?
I think I'm actually going to stop reading this series for a little while here, because this is a very good, satisfying place to stop - it's not the end, but it's AN ending, and I need to reclaim some brainspace/heartspace for canon review for my various fic exchange assignments. And right now my head is full of Vlad and friends, which, while lovely, is really NOT WHAT I NEED. So I will let it rest here for a little while, and pick it up a bit later on, when I have time to spend on it properly again.
That was so lovely, though. I love the things this series has to say about friendship and duty and responsibility and loving people across the divide of duty and culture and race, and I think it's clear that while this is probably a goodbye between the main cast for a little while, it's not a goodbye forever. I really like that Cawti and Vlad are still close even though they're not together as a couple anymore. I love that his friends are still willing to do damn near anything to save him, and vice versa. HIS GRANDFATHER AT A TABLE FULL OF DRAGAERANS! I love that with Easterners and Dragaerans slaughtering each other all over the city, the characters take the sides they have to take, and fight for their people, and then go save each other. I love that even Kragar has been pushed and pulled and dragged into being a different, better person from being around Vlad (and also the subtext that there is literally no amount of money that Kragar will accept to betray Vlad).
I love Vlad's line about finding "more Dragaerans to hate in general, and love in specific."
I love these books. ♥
p.s. I looked up Vlad's comment to Loiosh in the previous book that "You're not expendable, you're not stupid, and you're not going", because it was so damn familiar that I was sure I'd heard it somewhere before, and aha, it's a Blake's 7 quote. (Slightly altered: the original is Avon, in the first person.) I am amused that I wasn't wrong, and also amused at the hat tip. Well played, Brust.
I think I'm actually going to stop reading this series for a little while here, because this is a very good, satisfying place to stop - it's not the end, but it's AN ending, and I need to reclaim some brainspace/heartspace for canon review for my various fic exchange assignments. And right now my head is full of Vlad and friends, which, while lovely, is really NOT WHAT I NEED. So I will let it rest here for a little while, and pick it up a bit later on, when I have time to spend on it properly again.
That was so lovely, though. I love the things this series has to say about friendship and duty and responsibility and loving people across the divide of duty and culture and race, and I think it's clear that while this is probably a goodbye between the main cast for a little while, it's not a goodbye forever. I really like that Cawti and Vlad are still close even though they're not together as a couple anymore. I love that his friends are still willing to do damn near anything to save him, and vice versa. HIS GRANDFATHER AT A TABLE FULL OF DRAGAERANS! I love that with Easterners and Dragaerans slaughtering each other all over the city, the characters take the sides they have to take, and fight for their people, and then go save each other. I love that even Kragar has been pushed and pulled and dragged into being a different, better person from being around Vlad (and also the subtext that there is literally no amount of money that Kragar will accept to betray Vlad).
I love Vlad's line about finding "more Dragaerans to hate in general, and love in specific."
I love these books. ♥
p.s. I looked up Vlad's comment to Loiosh in the previous book that "You're not expendable, you're not stupid, and you're not going", because it was so damn familiar that I was sure I'd heard it somewhere before, and aha, it's a Blake's 7 quote. (Slightly altered: the original is Avon, in the first person.) I am amused that I wasn't wrong, and also amused at the hat tip. Well played, Brust.