I think I'm starting to feel about new Lackey books the way Alistair felt about Eddings books until about a year ago: Predictable fluff; good to read when your brain is tired. (This is true of quite a few older Lackey books, too, but at least some of those have a core of actual story under the fluff.) I hope they don't continue deteriorating like the Eddings ones did, though, because while it's nice to have something on hand I can read without having to have more than about 1/3 of my brain on active duty, I don't think I could read something much less demanding than this without crying.
...and that's honestly about all I have to say about this, because if I try to describe it, it'll sound stupid (because it is), but it fit my requirements pretty well a few weeks ago when I'd had too many long days in a row and far, far too little sleep. ...even so, though, I thought it was kind of crap.
