Fun, short, quotable.

The first book in this series was a riff on the Fall of the House of Usher (that we read for #SFFBookClub), and the second book intersected quite well with Easton's war trauma. This third book reads like a monster of the week but without much else going on in terms of themes or character development. A good snack of a romp, but not very filling.

(Also, shaking my head that there's no Eugenia Potter in this one either. It does at least have Gallacian rock pronouns going for it though.)