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A Mighty Fortress (Safehold Series #4)

A Mighty Fortress (Safehold Series #4)

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by David Weber

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Young Cayleb Ahrmahk has accomplished things few people could even dream of. Not yet even thirty years old, he's won the most crushing naval victories in human history. He's smashed a hostile alliance of no less than five princedoms and won the hand of the beautiful young Queen Sharleyan of Chisholm. Cayleb and Sharleyan have created the Charisian Empire, the


Young Cayleb Ahrmahk has accomplished things few people could even dream of. Not yet even thirty years old, he's won the most crushing naval victories in human history. He's smashed a hostile alliance of no less than five princedoms and won the hand of the beautiful young Queen Sharleyan of Chisholm. Cayleb and Sharleyan have created the Charisian Empire, the greatest naval power in the history of Safehold, and they've turned Charis into a place of refuge for all who treasure freedom.

Their success may prove short-lived. The Church of God Awaiting, which controls most of Safehold, has decreed their destruction. Mother Church's entire purpose is to prevent the very things to which Charis is committed. Since the first attempt to crush the heretics failed, the Church has no choice but to adopt some of the hated Charisian innovations for themselves. Soon a mighty fleet will sail against Cayleb, destroying everything in its path.

But there are still matters about which the Church knows nothing, including Cayleb and Sharleyan's adviser, friend, and guardian- the mystic warrior-monk named Merlin Athrawes. Merlin knows all about battles against impossible odds, because he is in fact the cybernetic avatar of a young woman named Nimue Alban, who died a thousand years before. As Nimue, Merlin saw the entire Terran Federation go down in fire and slaughter at the hands of a foe it could not defeat. He knows that Safehold is the last human planet in existence, and that the stasis the Church was created to enforce will be the human race's death sentence if it is allowed to stand.

The juggernaut is rumbling down on Charis, but Merlin Athrawes and a handful of extraordinary human beings stand in its path. The Church is about to discover just how potent the power of human freedom truly is, in David Weber's A Mighty Fortress.

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“Gripping…Shifting effortlessly between battles among warp-speed starships and among oar-powered galleys, Weber brings the political maneuvering, past and future technologies, and vigorous protagonists together for a cohesive, engrossing whole.” —Publishers Weekly, starred review, on Off Armageddon Reef

“A superb cast of characters and plenty of action…. This fine book gives new luster to Weber's reputation and new pleasure to his fans. ” —Booklist, starred review, on By Schism Rent Asunder

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The young King Cayleb and his queen have created the Charisian Empire, a sanctuary of intellectual freedom on a planet restricted to primitive technology owing to the control of the Church of God Awaiting. Spearheading the rebellion against the church, the king's adviser, in reality a cybernetic avatar of a long-dead officer, knows that the world's only salvation from destruction lies in swift technological progress. The fourth installment in Weber's series (after By Heresies Distressed) highlights the struggle for progress in the face of an intellectually stifling, hierarchical, state-supported religion. VERDICT Fascinating world building and memorable characters make this a series worth following. [See Prepub Alert, LJ 12/09.]

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A Mighty Fortress

By David Weber

Tom Doherty Associates

Copyright © 2010 David Weber
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ISBN: 978-1-4299-6135-6


Lizardherd Square, City of Manchyr, Princedom of Corisande

"So I don't know about you people, but I've had more than enough of this dragon shit!" Paitryk Hainree shouted from his improvised speaker's perch on the municipal fire brigade cistern.

"Bastards!" a voice came back out of the small crowd gathered outside the tavern. It was early in the morning, on a Wednesday, and like every other tavern on the face of Safehold, all the taverns of the city of Manchyr were closed and would stay that way until after morning mass. The sun was barely up, the narrow streets were still caverns of shadow, but the clouds overhead already promised rain by afternoon, and the humidity was high.

As, Hainree noted, were tempers. It wasn't a huge crowd, in fact it was considerably smaller than the one he'd hoped for, and probably at least half the men in it were there more out of curiosity than commitment. But the ones who were committed —

"Fucking murderers!" someone else snarled back.

Hainree nodded vigorously, hard enough to make sure everyone in his angry audience could recognize the gesture. He was a silversmith, by trade, not an actor or an orator, and certainly not a priest! But over the last few five-days he'd had the opportunity to profit by the experience and advice of quite a few men who were trained priests. He'd learned how voice projection and "spontaneous" body language could support and emphasize a message — especially when that message was backed by genuine, burning outrage.

"Yes!" he shouted back to the last speaker. "Damned right they're murderers, unless you want to believe that lying bastard Cayleb!" He flung up his hands in eloquent contempt. "Of course he didn't do it! Why, what possible motive could he have had to order Prince Hektor's murder?"

A fresh chorus of outrage, this time formed of pure anger rather than anything as artificial as words, answered him, and he smiled savagely.

"Goddamned butchers!" yet another voice shouted. "Priest-killers! Heretics! Remember Ferayd!"

"Yes!" He nodded his head again, just as vigorously as before. "They can say what they want — this new 'archbishop' of ours and his bishops — but I'm not so sure you aren't right about Cayleb's precious 'Church of Charis'! Maybe there are some priests who've abused their offices. No one wants to believe that — I don't want to, do you? But remember what Archbishop Wyllym said in his report about the Ferayd Massacre! There's no doubt Cayleb lied about how terrible the original attack was, and it's for damned sure he and all his other bootlickers have been lying about how 'restrained' their response to it was. But even so, Mother Church herself acknowledged that the priests who were hanged — hanged impiously, with no proper Church trial, by 'Archbishop Maikel's' own brother, mind you! — were guilty of wrongdoing. Mother Church said that, and the Grand Vicar imposed a personal penance on the Grand Inquisitor himself for letting it happen! Does that sound to you like Mother Church can't be trusted? Like we can't rely on her to deal with abuses and corruption? Like the only answer is to defy God's own Church? Cast down the vicarate Langhorne himself ordained?"

There was another snarl of fury, yet this one, Hainree noted, was less fiery than the one before. He was a bit disappointed by that, but not really surprised. Corisandians, by and large, had never felt directly threatened by the policies of the Church of God Awaiting and the Knights of the Temple Lands. Certainly not the way Charisians had felt when they discovered their entire kingdom had been condemned to fire and the sword by that same Church. Or, at least, by the men who controlled it.

Still, it would have been inaccurate — and foolish — to pretend there weren't plenty of Corisandians who had their own reservations about the Church's current rulership. Manchyr was a long way from the Temple or the city of Zion, after all, and Corisandians as a whole were undoubtedly more independent-minded in matters of religion than the Inquisition or the vicarate at large would truly have approved. For that matter, plenty of Corisandians had had sons or brothers or fathers killed in the Battle of Darcos Sound, and it was common knowledge that Darcos Sound had been the disastrous consequence of a war which had seen Corisande and its allies conscripted to act as the Church's proxies. Among those for whom religious fervor and orthodoxy were major motivators, they burned with a blinding, white-hot passion that surpassed all others. The majority of Corisandians, however, were far less passionate about those particular concerns. Their opposition to the Church of Charis stemmed far more from the fact that it was the Church of Charis, linked in their own minds with the House of Ahrmahk's conquest of their princedom, than from any outraged sense of orthodoxy. For that matter, Corisande undoubtedly harbored its own share of the reform-minded, and they might well find themselves actively attracted to the breakaway church.

Best not to dwell too heavily on the heresy, Paitryk, Hainree told himself. Leave the ones already on fire over that to burn for themselves. Father Aidryn's right about that; they'll be hot enough without you. Spend your sparks on other tinder.

"I've no doubt God and Langhorne — and the Archangel Schueler — will deal with that, in time," he said out loud. "That's God's business, and Mother Church's, and I'll leave it to them! But what happens outside the Church — what happens in Corisande, or here on the streets of Manchyr — that's man's business. Our business! A man's got to know what it is he stands for, and when he knows, he has to truly stand, not just wave his hands about and wish things were different."

The last word came out in a semi-falsetto sneer, and he felt the fresh anger frothing up.

"Hektor!" a wiry man with a badly scarred left cheek shouted. Hainree couldn't see him, but he recognized the voice easily enough. He should have, after all. Rahn Aimayl had been one of his senior apprentices before the Charisian invasion ruined Hainree's once thriving business, along with so many other of the besieged capital's enterprises, and Hainree had been there when a cracked mold and a splash of molten silver produced the scar on Aimayl's cheek.

"Hektor!" Aimayl repeated now. "Hektor!"

"Hektor, Hektor!" other voices took up the shout, and this time Hainree's smile could have been a slash lizard's.

"Well," he shouted then, "there's a hell of a lot more of us than there are of them, when all's said! And I don't know about you, but I'm not ready — yet — to assume that all of our lords and great men and members of Parliament are ready to suck up to Cayleb like this so-called Regency Council! Maybe all they really need is a little indication that some of the rest of us aren't ready to do that, either!"

* * *

"Hek-tor! Hek-tor!"

Sergeant Edvard Waistyn grimaced as the crowd streamed closer and its chant rose in both volume and anger. It was easy enough to make out the words, despite the majestic, measured tolling of the cathedral's bells coming from so close at hand. Of course, one reason it might have been so easy for him to recognize that chant was that, unfortunately, he'd already heard quite a few other chants, very much like it, over the last few five-days.

And it's not anything I'm not going to be hearing a lot more of over the next few five-days, neither, he thought grimly.

The sergeant, one of the scout-snipers assigned to the First Battalion, Third Brigade, Imperial Charisian Marines, lay prone on the roof, gazing up along the narrow street below his perch. The crowd flowing down that street, through the shadows between the buildings, still seemed touched by just a bit of hesitancy. The anger was genuine enough, and he didn't doubt they'd started out in the full fire of their outrage, but now they could see the cathedral's dome and steeples rising before them. The notion of ... registering their unhappiness was no longer focused on some future event. It was almost here now, and that could have unpleasant consequences for some of them.

Still and all, I'm not thinking this is one as'll just blow over with only a little wind. There's rain in this one — and some thunder, too, like as not.

His intent eyes swept slowly, steadily across the men and boys shaking their fists and hurling imprecations in the direction of the rifle-armed men formed up in front of Manchyr Cathedral in the traditional dark blue tunics and light blue trousers of the Charisian Marines. Those Marines formed a watchful line, a barrier between the shouters and another crowd — this one much quieter, moving quickly — as it flowed up the steps behind them.

So far, none of the sporadic "spontaneous demonstrations" had intruded upon the cathedral or its grounds. Waistyn was actually surprised it hadn't happened already, given the ready-made rallying point the "heretical" Church of Charis offered the people out to organize resistance to the Charisian occupation. Maybe there'd been even more religious discontent in Corisande than the sergeant would have thought before the invasion? And maybe it was just that even the most belligerent rioter hesitated to trespass on the sanctity of Mother Church.

And maybe this crowd's feeling a little more adventurous than the last few have, he thought grimly.

"Traitors!" The shout managed to cut through the rhythmic chant of the assassinated Corisandian prince's name. "Murderers! Assassins!"

"Get out! Get the hell out — and take your murdering bastard of an 'emperor' with you!"

"Hek-tor! Hek-tor!"

The volume increased still further, difficult as that was to achieve, and the crowd began to flow forward once again, with more assurance, as if its own bellowed imprecations were burning away any last-minute hesitation.

I could wish General Gahrvai had his own men down here, Waistyn reflected. If this goes as bad as I think it could ...

A group of armsmen in the white and orange colors of the Archbishop's Guard marched steadily down the street towards the cathedral, and the volume of the shouts ratcheted still higher as those same protesters caught sight of the white cassock and the white-cockaded priest's cap with its broad orange ribbon at the heart of the guardsmen's formation.

"Heretic! Traitor!" someone screamed. "Langhorne knows his own — and so does Shan-wei!"

Perfect, Waistyn thought disgustedly. Couldn't've come in the back way, could he now? Don't be daft, Edvard — of course he couldn't! Not today, of all days! He shook his head. Oh, isn't this going to be fun?

* * *

Down at street level, Lieutenant Brahd Tahlas, the youthful commanding officer of Second Platoon, Alpha Company, found himself thinking very much the same thoughts as the veteran sergeant perched above him. In fact, he was thinking them with even more emphasis, given his closer proximity to the steadily swelling mob.

And his greater responsibility for dealing with it.

"I can't say I'm liking this all that much, Sir," Platoon Sergeant Zhak Maigee muttered. The platoon sergeant was half again Tahlas' age, and he'd first enlisted in the Royal Charisian Marines when he was all of fifteen years old. He'd been a lot of places and seen a lot of things since then — or, as he was occasionally wont to put it, "met a lot of interesting people ... and killed 'em!" — and he'd learned his trade thoroughly along the way. That normally made him a reassuring presence, but at the moment his face wore that focused, intent-on-the-business-in-hand expression of an experienced noncom looking at a situation which offered all sorts of possibilities ... none of them good. He'd been careful to keep his voice low enough only Tahlas could possibly have heard him, and the lieutenant shrugged.

"I don't much care for it myself," he admitted in the same quiet voice, more than a little surprised by how steady he'd managed to keep it. "If you have any suggestions about how to magically convince all these idiots to just disappear, I'm certainly open to them, Sergeant."

Despite the situation, Maigee snorted. He rather liked his young lieutenant, and whatever else, the boy had steady nerves. Which probably had something to do with why he'd been selected by Major Portyr for his current assignment.

And Maigee's of course.

"Now, somehow, Sir, I can't seem to come up with a way to do that just this very minute. Let me ponder on it, and I'll get back to you."

"Good. In the meantime, though, keep your eye on that group over there, by the lamppost." Tahlas flicked one hand in an unobtrusive gesture, indicating the small knot of men he had in mind. "I've been watching them. Most of these idiots look like the sort of idlers and riffraff who could have just sort of turned up, but not those fellows."

Maigee considered the cluster of Corisandians Tahlas had singled out and decided the lieutenant had a point. Those men weren't in the crowd's front ranks, but they weren't at the rear, either, and they seemed oddly ... cohesive. As if they were their own little group, not really part of the main crowd. Yet they were watching the men about them intensely, with a sort of focus that was different from anyone else's, and some of those other men were watching them right back. Almost as if they were ... waiting for something. Or anticipating it, maybe.

* * *

The cluster of Church armsmen was closer, now, Waistyn observed, and the quantity of abuse coming from the crowd swelled steadily. It couldn't get a whole lot louder, but it was getting more ... inclusive as shouts and curses with a clear, definitely religious content added themselves to the ongoing chant of Prince Hektor's name.

"All right, lads," the sergeant said calmly to the rest of the squad of scout-snipers on the roof with him. "Check your priming, but no one so much as moves an eyelash without I give the order!"

A quiet chorus of acknowledgment came back to him, and he grunted in approval, but he never took his eyes from the street below him. Despite his injunction, he wasn't concerned by any itchy trigger fingers, really. All of his Marines were veterans, and all of them had been there when Major Portyr made his instructions perfectly — one might almost have said painfully — clear. The last thing anyone wanted was for Charisian Marines to open fire on an "unarmed crowd" of civilians in the streets of Corisande's capital. Well, maybe that was the next to last thing, actually. Waistyn was pretty sure that letting anything unfortunate happen to Archbishop Klairmant would be even less desirable. That, after all, was what Waistyn's squad had been put up here to prevent.

Of course, unless we're ready to start shooting anyone as soon as they get in range of him, it's possible we might just be a tad late when it comes to the "preventing" part, he thought with profound disgust.

* * *

"Blasphemers!" Charlz Dobyns shouted, waving his fist at the oncoming Archbishop's Guard. His voice cracked — it still had an irritating tendency to do that at stressful moments — and his eyes glittered with excitement.

Truth to tell, Charlz didn't really feel all that strongly one way or the other about this "Church of Charis" nonsense. In fact, he hadn't chosen his own war cry — that had been suggested by his older brother's friend, Rahn Aimayl. And he wasn't the only person using it, either. At least a dozen others in the crowd, most of them no older than Charlz himself, had begun shouting the same word, just as they'd rehearsed, the moment someone caught sight of Archbishop Klairmant's approach.


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Meet the Author

David Weber is a science fiction phenomenon and the author of the Safehold series, including Off Armageddon Reef, By Schism Rent Asunder, and By Heresies Distressed. His popular Honor Harrington and Honorverse novels—including Mission of Honor, At All Costs, and Torch of Freedom—are New York Times bestsellers and can't come out fast enough for his devoted readers. His other top-selling science fiction novels include Out of the Dark, the Dahak books and the Multiverse books, written with Linda Evans. He has also created an epic SF adventure series in collaboration with John Ringo, including We Few. His novels have regularly been Main Selections of the Science Fiction Book Club. Weber has a bachelor's degree from Warren Wilson College, and attended graduate school in history at Appalachian State University. He lives in South Carolina.

David Weber is a science fiction phenomenon. His popular Honor Harrington and Honorverse novels—including Mission of Honor, At All Costs, and Torch of Freedom—are New York Times bestsellers and can't come out fast enough for his devoted readers. He is also the author of the Safehold series, including Off Armageddon Reef, By Schism Rent Asunder, By Heresies Distressed and A Mighty Fortress. His other top-selling science fiction novels include Out of the Dark, the Dahak books and the Multiverse books, written with Linda Evans. He has also created an epic SF adventure series in collaboration with John Ringo, including We Few. His novels have regularly been Main Selections of the Science Fiction Book Club. Weber has a bachelor’s degree from Warren Wilson College, and attended graduate school in history at Appalachian State University. He lives in South Carolina.

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A Mighty Fortress (Safehold Series #4) 4.1 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 210 reviews.
Echo2112 More than 1 year ago
I used to really like David Weber's writing. Mutineer's Moon, On Basilisk Station - great books. I have read the Dahak series repeatedly. But this Safehold series is rapidly becoming a repeat of the Honor Harrington series. I debated for a while about buying this book, as the pacing of the series is quickly heading for "All Stop". I feel I am out 20 bucks. I hate feeling that way about a book. Tedious. Ponderous. Bloated with pointless text that does not seem to serve any real function except to try and impress upon the reader the "depth" of thought of characters. There are times when it takes a page to express a single thought. The pacing of this book is glacial. A good book is something that I can finish off in a few days. This took me more than a week to read through. I kept hoping that as the book wound down, there would be an acceleration, moments of action and sudden revelation that would set the hook and excite me, make me wait in anticipation for the next installment. I was quite disappointed. The first book in the series moved well, the second slowed, but understandably, as the scope of the world broadened. The third was ponderous. We get it. Charis Good (YAY)! Church Bad (BOO)! The villains have become cartoonish more than diabolical. The heroes have become oh so predictable. The attempts at poignant emotion fall flat. The action (what little there is) seems glossed over. I really had thought the series would wrap up in 3 books. When it didn't I had hoped this would be the fireworks, the grand finale. I have a feeling this is going to turn into yet another series of ponderous pacing that moves slowly, so dedicated fans will keep buying, in the hopes that one day, it will come to an end.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Having read the previous 3 books, anticipation was high for "A Mighty Fortress" on my end. I felt that the biggest draw-back in the book was one that was mentioned in other reviews -- the internal "introspective" narrative that seemed to be more present here than in most of the other novels. With that being said, the book moved fairly quickly--despite it seeming to be "filler" in nature--and I did enjoy it, as we can see the level of technology having risen during the last five years on Safehold in a manner equivalent to that seen from the 1600's to the early 19th century on Earth. Also, the juxtaposition of the different nations on Safehold, particularly Siddarmark, is intriguing heading into Book #5 of the series. I, for one, wonder if the interests of Charis and those of Merlin will always align -- which, if not, could provide one of the great twists in "space opera" history. However, if you're someone who's committed to the other three books in the series, you'll enjoy this one--with eager anticipation toward the next novel.
colemania More than 1 year ago
The sheer exposition is almost overwhelming. Weber has given so little actual story for the number of pages written. The need to hit readers over the head (repeatedly) with the characters flaws of the "group of four" has worn thin. It is not a poorly told tale, it is just too verbose and the pace of development too slow. And we know David Weber can write, so just WRITE!
dlg12 More than 1 year ago
The author is obviously fascinated by sailing ships and ocean battles. I often skipped several pages at a time to avoid a character reminiscing about their personal history that didn't have much if anything to do with the main story. Wait for your local library to get it. I wasted my money but I felt I needed to read it because I'd already read the others in the series. I'd be hard pressed to call this a sci-fi book.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
David Weber does action scenes very, very well. Unfortunately, this book has very little of it. This book reads as though it's been packed with filler -- loads of meetings where people want to meet and discuss some incredibly boring issue which actually doesn't seem to affect very much. Sadly, this is incredibly boring, and not really something I want or need to read. The action scenes are, as usual, top notch.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This book takes up very shortly after the previous one left off, and is unfortunately a very predictable book; you know its not going to resolve any truly major plotlines, will have one or two major land/sea battles, etc etc. Reading this book just reminds me that Weber resolved an exceedingly similar set of events in one of his previous books; and that was just one smaller subplot of a larger book. Then we come down to this series, which is much more detailed, but will definitely take several more books to resolve; if it ever is resolved. The underlying plot of this series; primitive man artificially advanced by ancient advanced technology, and then he gets to go into space to confront an ancient alien enemy who, while advanced and numerous, isn't as advanced as the humans who left the technology advancing them. An excellent story overall; but Weber is basically re-writing one of his earlier stories in much longer form. Not sure what to feel about that.
PARISS More than 1 year ago
If you enjoy action packed stories, this book is not for you. Weber's character development is both pointless, boring and gets to be a pure grind. Of the 870 or so pages I doubt that there are 100 that represents the typical David Weber writing that justifies buying the book. Before I buy another Weber I will wait until I have read some reviews, it seems to me he has lost his edge. Come on David, you can do better than this, get yourself together!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This 4th book in David Weber's Safehold series gets off to a slow start but action picks up after a while. It took me some time to get into this book. I love most of Mr. Weber's sci-fi work and I hate it that I always seem to be waiting for the next book in one of his ongoing series, this book was no exception. Maybe because I was expecting so much, based upon the earlier books, I found this part of the story less than exciting right up until around page 279 of this 690 page book. From that point, the action and sequence of events definitely seemed to pick up their pace. I truly enjoy how David Weber is so good at portraying the emotional struggle some of the characters go through as they try to prevent horrendous results. I like how some of the characters will sacrifice their lives for what they believe is right, others find themselves unable to act, and still others act only in ways that benefit themselves regardless of how their actions affect others. Overall this book is a good read and essential if you like the others in David Weber's Safehold series. Already waiting on the next book in the series.
davidp957 More than 1 year ago
David Weber likes to revisit similar themes over the course of time and the many books he has written. One of those themes is the application and use of high(er) technology in times similar to the 1600s. The Safehold series, of which this is the fourth, again explores that theme. The human race has been obliterated by the alien Gbaba. A small remaineder go into hiding on the planet Safehold, where the leaders of the fragment long ago instilled a religion outlawing technology over a specified level. A dissident group thought that eventually humanity would have to face the Gbaba again, but had to be prepared. Thus, the personality of Nimue Alban, a young soldier, is loaded into an android body and keyed to wake up 900 years later. Her mission is to slowly help humanity back toward the technology they need. She chooses a king and a kingdom to help her, appearing in the guise of a seijin, sort of a mystical warrior monk, named Merlin Athrawes. The kingdom, Charis, breaks wiht the Church, which is now hopelessly corrupt and power-mad, and ignites what essentially comes to be a world war. The books explore the politics and philosphy of church/state interaction and conflict. In this book, the Church is bending all its efforts to duplicate the Charisian technology (sloop-rigged ships, better cannons, better rifles, etc.). It has declared Holy War on Charis, and vows to exterminate it. Merlin, King Cayleb, Queen Charleyan, and their advisors battle to keep Charis from being overwhelmed by the larger Church forces, help refugees from the Church-controlled lands, and continue to push the boundaries of new technology. Weber can get talky and too-detail oriented at times, but nobody writes better battle scenes or inspiring dialogue.
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Atlan More than 1 year ago
I enjoyed the book but thought it was a bit long. There is too much time spent setting up the plot and reviewing previous episodes from the other books. My worry is that this will just continue to muddle along in the same time period and not advance. If the series continues to be stuck fighting the church and not make a decisive blow which would enable the protagonist to get on with their primary mission then I doubt very much the story will continue to hold my interest. On the positive side the story line Weber has created holds together very well and is rich in detail. I just think that after four lengthy volumes we could move on.
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