This boy is very cute and doing well. What is good and what is bad

Vera Viktorovna Kamsha

Blue gaze of death

Part two

“When the emperor leaves the empire,” the ancients frightened, “the Golden Lands will sink into the abyss of disaster.” “The ball of fate will break away,” the Gogan sages warned, “and woe to those who get in its way. About what will happen if the one who, by all indications, is the emperor returns, the predictions were silent, but he returned and demanded first a guitar, and then a report. Finishing this, Viscount Valme realized that all his previous assignments were not so special, because the “Fleabag of Fates” is rolling around somewhere and considers itself inevitable. It's all for nothing."

V. "The Hanged Man"

I am a person who belongs to no one and who belongs to everyone.

Charles de Gaulle

Bakria. Handava. Talig. Akona

400 K.S. 7th day of Autumn Waves

It got colder and Valme woke up a little. The viscount was not going to get up, but they began to lick him. It was strange: after vigils and libations, Marcel prudently left the dog on the street, and they drank pretty much yesterday.

The viscount opened his right eye: there really was Kotik in front of him. The wolfhound smiled tactlessly, and Marcel enjoyed life in the morning only in exceptional circumstances.

- Where did you come from? groaned the viscount, pushing his stubborn muzzle away. - And why the draft? Did you open the window? Are you flying now?.. Nightmare!

“I brought Gotti,” said the draft. - If someone truly loved wakes up, awakening becomes less terrible.

“If this is a dream,” the viscount snapped, “then, despite Kotik, it’s disgusting.” And why is there no Gerard in it?

The Valmon heir lied. The alleged dream would be disgusting if it were really such. To wake up and realize that Roque is still in the hole, and you are looking for special assignments for yourself and lying to the ladies, eminences and bakrans ... But not this! Marcel hurriedly sat up and tossed aside the blanket of spotted skins. Barsov, presumably.

I wonder why the god Bars does not forbid hunting tailed relatives? Although the great Bakra allows one of his children to milk, cut and eat others. Let with respect and gratitude, it does not change the essence.

It blurted out. Clever Kitty brought a baldric with a sword and now he was waiting for a well-deserved gingerbread.

“Now,” the viscount assured the dog. “Duke, what a beast you are. Yes, I protest and, as I warned in a dream ... that is, yesterday, I turn to “you”. with the officers special assignments don't behave like that!

“Blooddershaft has no reverse,” Raven replied absently. The way he looked made me want to immediately shove my dearest dad down the hole. Unless, of course, the hole affects everyone, and not just Alva, and if it has not yet grown.

“Brudershaft is nothing more than a formality,” Valme yawned widely, like a dog. “I didn’t get enough sleep, and you’re still a beast.”

“The first person I picked up in the middle of the night,” Roque said thoughtfully, “was my mother, and that was thirty-eight years ago. Then it became a habit of mine to keep people awake. During what mystery did we part?

- What? Marcel didn't understand. There were no cookies on the table, so I had to shovel clothes into a pile and take care of my pockets.

“You said that we parted during the mystery,” Roque reminded. He scoffed, which convinced him of his authenticity no worse than a shadow, this time sunny.

“I have to repeat it again and again,” the heir of the Valmons said with dignity. - You are a beast.

- I do not argue, although those whom I annoy usually choose other words. So what was this mystery?

- It was a hole! Marseille exploded. The cat barked in puzzlement, Roque only raised an eyebrow.

- Which one? This bastard obviously didn't want to budge. Well, about the hole so about the hole!

- Nadorskaya. Round, no bottom. By the way, I had a nail in my boot!

- It's really annoying. - Roque beckoned Kitty, and the villain immediately climbed up to kiss. - The last thing I remember is the evening at Matilda's, after which something happened to me. Yesterday I found almost the same people doing the same thing, but several months have passed. This puzzled me, but the stars clearly point to the beginning of the Autumn Waves. Who was born to Eteri?

Rated the book

So, the second part of the third book of the third volume of the fifth novel of the cycle "Reflections of Eterna" has been read. And I came at the end of my acquaintance with the events of this book, that the well-known expression "You are beautiful as the dawn" can be safely used as a curse. Only, when writing, do not forget to write the word "dawn" with a capital letter.

In terms of the abundance of water, nothing has changed here - another bottomless sea. In terms of promoting the plot, they also did not succeed very well. True, here we finally looked into Ollaria again and admired with our own eyes what was going on there. Yes, the characters finally got their asses up and started ranting as they moved. These are the ones I'll start with. There are spoiler points, but not to say that these are spoilers in the literal sense of the word. There will be a fat spoiler at the end, but this routine is hidden under the cat. And this time I'm in detail. Let's start...

I'll start, of course, with Roque "Our All" Alva. He's kind of melancholic though. Some detached, as if hovering somewhere, either in the clouds, or in the Sunset. When you finally see him in action, you understand that something is not right here with him. There is no spark, no excitement, no that same spark as before. The feeling is that he would have stayed in Handava with great pleasure: he fucked with Eteri, strummed the guitar, drank with Matilda and Boniface, and in between these most worthy activities, he philosophized on the theme of nightingales and roses. Or listened to ancient legends from the lips of Eteri. But duty calls!

But the Savignacs somehow came to life. The elder-senior has become more like a man, jumping through the windows to the ladies, joking as best he can, in general, he has ceased to be just a function. The elder-junior looks like himself from the time of the Felp company. And the younger-junior has become smarter, not that completely, but progress is evident. Although he still does in places something like “Ay, na ne na ne! The barn is on fire, burn and the hut!”, But in much smaller quantities. I am glad that in this part there is very little Arletta with her parables.

As did Julian. I don't understand why she gets so much attention. And in general - why is this character shown to us and put into action? Well, we knew that Veizel had a wife, well, okay. Why include it in the story? What is its role and significance? For color? Or to drag Mallit to Prydd's castle so she could preemptively kill the primordial? Well, OK. But why serve it in such quantities? And it would be okay if a normal character was, albeit narrow-minded, but to make such a klutz out of her ... This is some kind of walking and always broadcasting some kind of horror! And you begin to understand why Kurt was all in the war and was in the army. Yes, anyone will run away from such a fool. Even under the guns, even under the bullets, even in the reserve army.

There, by the way, Laraka. Also a terribly annoying character, causing the same bewilderment. If not more.

Saligan. Ramon (or Raymond, in the text this way and that way) just blossomed. But at the same time, in an amazing way, he managed to evoke at the same time both the old disgust towards him, and some respect for his resourcefulness and a well-played role. However, I consider this a plagiarism on Marseille during the reign of Aldo Beloshtanny.

Marcel himself is the same. At least someone does not change so much that they become different from themselves.

Happy Priddy. Pleases with them and Germont Arigo. The Neumarinens do not please, old age is affecting something, insanity is coming ... it is not clear. It is difficult for me to explain that they went on about their Urfrida. Not happy either.

We figured out the characters - to the storylines. It is not clear why the Drixen and Gayifa lines are drawn in such detail. Suppose we want to show what is happening there. But why so detailed? A quarter of a book to one, a quarter of a book to another. Why do we need this talking shop and showing "cinema" in the style of "here and now" from scene to scene in all its details? Then Orestes comes to the Savignacs and tells all this, but briefly, the very essence, which is important for the plot. After all, the point is the essence of what happened there, and not what position Bruno takes when he thinks. I can these all unnecessarily detailed descriptions and forgive dialogues where the main line goes. But what's with the drix? Or has it also suddenly become one of the main lines? Who the hell and why? What's the point of this? What, besides increasing the amount of text, does this give us? Yes, nothing really. Although, maybe someone wanted to watch Bruno and others like him. Or there was not enough of another small group of leftists who briefly ran through the characters in the face of the officers of the Driksen army. Masses are not enough. Well, what if? I can only understand the attention paid to Falsenburg as a character who has been "in business" for a long time, that is, in a book, and who is one of the important, plot-forming characters. And then, I think that it was unnecessary to paint his heroic raid in such detail.

About Capras is generally funny. He is in doubt all the time given to him and is looking for money for guns. And for some reason, all this, as well as what is happening around us, is again described in great detail.

I can justify such details and repetitions only where the main characters appear. Their talking shop is justified, as they are finally starting to bunch up, because the time has come to do great things and save the fatherland. After all. Accordingly, they need to tell each other what, where and how it happened, tell in detail, discuss, analyze and draw some conclusions. But otherwise, the most detailed sucking of everything and everything seems superfluous to me. From some pieces of the text even yawns came, as this has already been described and discussed. And even more than once.

Well, for dessert - "the most delicious." What, throughout this endless story, has excited readers the most? What was the main riddle connecting one with the other? What was there so much discussion about? At the expense of what various theories were built, formulas were calculated, conjectures were expressed? Sovereignty! So, that fat spoiler. I hide.

spoiler Curthian arcane system merged. They waited for it to be spelled out and explained, that in the latest books readers will be told how what is transmitted, who is who and what is what. But everything turned into an absurdity. We observe that the power of the deceased master returned to Rakan, and was not transferred further. Well, they thought that Davenport would be the successor, because he heard the stones and felt something there. But no. To Rakan. So what? And the fact that this very Rakan can take and give it to anyone. And without any there magics and rituals. Just said and voila! - the new master is ready. Here Larak turned up. "That's it, you are the Lord of the Rocks now," Roque broadcasts, referring to Avon. - "And do not buzz me!" And really everything. Avon Larak - Lord of the Rocks. And there is no blood and other garbage. What did you dream about when you read the summary? And here is how. I, after reading the episode with the transfer of command, thought about it. So maybe Alv's cancer is explained that way, huh? Maybe in fact there are no secrets and long chains of Rinaldi - Borrasca - Alva at all? Imagine that, in fact, Ernani, having discussed the surrender of Kabitella Ollaru with Ramiro, put his hand on Alva’s shoulder and said: “That’s it, you are Rakan! Fits in with Rakan's newfound possibilities? Quite. And we were wondering... Idiots.collapse

And finally, joy. The release of the third volume of Breaking Dawn was announced in September. Hallelujah! And then, after they began to say again that "Now work in progress on the design of the third, penultimate book", I have already begun to prepare for another five years of waiting for the last two books. Well, according to tradition. But no. Let's breathe.

Rated the book

We waited five years... And it would be better not to wait.
A book series that once won my tender love with a detailed description of palace intrigues, military battles (on land, at sea and in the mountains) and geopolitics, interspersed with religious cults and ancient legends degenerated into something absolutely obscene. The dead here rise from their graves, all the women and girls, previously different from each other, like night and day, firmly agree that they are foolish women and they urgently need a man (and friends too), goodies pathetically broadcasting about their own genius, doing it with such aplomb that they and their "brilliant" plans (reminiscent of the jokes of cruel teenagers, at least the level of categoricalness is the same) begin to vomit. Politics? War? Somewhere in the background. And here, move over, they will read a moral to you, seasoning it with badly hidden quotations from the classics, how do you like Duke Alva, literally repeating Eugene Onegin? And Bakranskaya folk song"Katyusha"? Previously, the author somehow disguised his quotes, and took them not so much popular works. There, to the greener grass - the literary language, it used to be better too. I don't know who changed there - editors, proofreaders, betas, but the result is depressing. Especially compared to the first books in the series.
Perhaps I will leave hopes for the appearance of the "Wild Wind". And sympathize with Dick Oakdell, the victim of politics double standards. But once upon a time there was a time!

Rated the book

I had an extremely fruitful vacation - I finally closed the Kamsha gestalt and, I must admit, not without pleasure. By and large, I have only complaints about Midnight, for feeling like I'm reading a crime news feed, and not good old fantasy and, occasionally, to individual characters. For example, a strong desire to attach Mallit somewhere, because the further she goes, the more she resembles a passing red banner, which the boys pass from hand to hand, some doomed, some with relief.
What's good about these four books is the lack of slack in the storylines. Considering that I dragged on finishing the cycle until the release of Dawn, I also didn’t have to wait for an explanation for a bunch of years. Although the sudden patroness of Robert surprised by the choice and method of causing care and doing good. Well, Santa Barbara in the Priddov family is something. She and the Savignacs basically became my two favorite families in the cycle. They seem to be friendly, and loving, and caring, and at the same time rare psychos. It's just that the breeds of cockroaches in their heads are different. I think it's because some are northerners and others are southerners.

But back to the beginning. That is, to Sunset, where the author began to escalate the coming Armageddon by all means available to her. Personally, the influx of mysticism did not bother me, because on the whole it is appropriate and even justified and with a failed base, which is no less pleasant. At the same time, Katarina's death turned out to be somehow senseless and stupid. She is not sorry, but there is a discrepancy here. Either Katarina is a smart manipulator who survived for years in the Ollarian viper and not only thanks to the protection of Alv and Savignacs, and then she behaved uncharacteristically stupid with the Deacon who flew off the coils, or Katarina is not so smart, but then how did she manage to set people up so famously while remaining white and fluffy? By the way, I really hope that by the end of Dawn we will be told why Her Majesty so wanted to get rid of the Prydds and the Oakdells and, in general, who the hell gave it up?
Deacon's death itself was also strange. Or rather, invisible. Largely due to the strongly peculiar afterlife, Impressions from the series are delirious and delirious. The conscience is there, or what the Oakdells have instead of it, an overdose of impressions, a pathological craving for Alva, who will understand everything and save ... In short, a boar and a boar, so I was only worried about Roque's already battered psyche in case he had this nonsense dreaming too. Thanks to the twitter feed for letting me know he's got such a cool afterlife. I don’t even know, I imagined purgatory differently.
At Midnight, the darkness thickened a little more than completely, but it's nice that the central actors the author began to quickly drive into heaps - this immediately sharply and qualitatively reduces the number storylines per square meter of text. Reading has become more convenient, especially considering that there are much more events going on. The previous favorite characters remained with them, but Juliana is something! Such an incredible woman can only be related to Valdez. She is also Mad, albeit in her own way, but I feel sorry for Irene in this context, because Baroness Weisel, launched on Priddov, is a new word in domestic torment. Arigo something with Valentine, they dumped on the war, and Irena is very, very well brought up. Poor girl. I hope she remembers to write a letter to Arlette thanking Louise.
But I do not approve of the indecent number of corpses. Moreover, let’s say that Veizel was struck down by a stray bullet (or he could have beautifully blown up a hare or whalers), although I don’t really understand, why the hell was this necessary for the plot? Levi's death is even more sudden and indistinct. He didn’t become a ghost, he also didn’t become a native, he dragged away an indecently many secrets behind him, that is, he became absolutely useless. Outside the context of Dawn, Marianne's death is generally some kind of mockery, and if Nikola and Veizel die in the process of fulfilling their duty, then Marianne simply dies. Stupidly falling on the threshold. In short, basically Midnight is about death, the impending darkness and a little about family traditions Priddov. Their equanimity is especially touching in everything related to the daily routine. Well, just think, my sister rushed at her brother with a knife during dinner. The lady needs to be taken away to rest and the next change can be served. Lovely, just lovely. More charming only is the indomitable desire of the Savignac brothers to throw at each other everything that lies badly and show tongues to others.
Dawn immediately hints at the enlightenment of the plot. Here, Roque returns from the already legendary hole with traces of complete rejuvenation and, suddenly, Laracom on a trailer. As I understand it, the Dukes and Lords of Nador are his karma, but I hope that Louise will still be grateful. Well, here you have weddings, novels, pregnancies and, in general, the predominance of love of life over the general crap of what is happening. Robert and Larak, of course, are in their repertoire, but they are walked by Roque and Marcel, and if they do not get out of depression, the elder Valme always remains. You understand, after communicating with him, people not only begin to understand cheeses, but also behave decently, because the opposite can interfere with the count, and everyone knows what Valma does with annoying obstacles. Won Ro was already so imbued that he even began to delve into the secrets of sheep breeding.
Well, I can not help but admire Selina. Her exit to Lionel with pressing girlfriend problems is a separate extravaganza. So I whinnied, like a cavalry morisco, despite the dead of night. It was wonderful, as Marcel would say (oh, almost poetry turned out), and no less wonderful was the efficiency with which the marshal responded to the request.
And last but not least: young Felsenburg is still smart, the Adrianians are touchingly reminiscent of my favorite Jesuits, adjusted for the universe, and therefore cause double tenderness. It's also nice to know that old love does not rust. Even more than ten years later. So with Kabitela I still have full-fledged love, which I wish you too)))))

“When the emperor leaves the empire,” the ancients frightened, “the Golden Lands will sink into the abyss of disaster.” “The ball of fate will break away,” the Gogan sages warned, “and woe to those who get in its way. About what will happen if the one who, by all indications, is the emperor returns, the predictions were silent, but he returned and demanded first a guitar, and then a report. Finishing this, Viscount Valme realized that all his previous assignments were not so special, because the “Fleabag of Fates” is rolling around somewhere and considers itself inevitable. It's all for nothing."

V. "The Hanged Man"

I am a person who belongs to no one and who belongs to everyone.

Charles de Gaulle

Chapter 1
Bakria. Handava. Talig. Akona
400 K.S. 7th day of Autumn Waves

1

The viscount opened his right eye: there really was Kotik in front of him. The wolfhound smiled tactlessly, and Marcel enjoyed life in the morning only in exceptional circumstances.

- Where did you come from? groaned the viscount, pushing his stubborn muzzle away. - And why the draft? Did you open the window? Are you flying now?.. Nightmare!

“I brought Gotti,” said the draft. - If someone truly loved wakes up, awakening becomes less terrible.

“If this is a dream,” the viscount snapped, “then, despite Kotik, it’s disgusting.” And why is there no Gerard in it?

It blurted out. Clever Kitty brought a baldric with a sword and now he was waiting for a well-deserved gingerbread.

“Now,” the viscount assured the dog. “Duke, what a beast you are. Yes, I protest and, as I warned in a dream ... that is, yesterday, I turn to “you”. They don't behave like that with officers on special assignments!