The climax at the end of The Blood King (part two in a series of four) is a bit of a let down. More so when you consider the hundreds of pages and one book previous all as lead in to its final battle. The great confrontation seemed over all too soon, and the tiers of evil that the central character faces felt a bit like a literary boss fight (and, it should be said, not in the great way that literary boss fights can be done, as with novels by Brent Weeks and Brandon Sanderson). Most disappointing of all, however, was that, if you'd noticed something about the language from the first book, you'll feel doubly disappointed as one of these final, monster evils is felled by a blow that slices... wait for it... shoulder to hip. Ugh. Yet, knowing all this, the series remains an enjoyable enough distraction if you keep your expectations in line. This is good summer escapism, and entertaining enough while it lasts, but it's also the kind of book you can read too much of, get too used to, and which might later cause you to sleepwalk through most other aisles of the bookstore as you seek out another series that isn't quite the challenge you're up for. Don't get me wrong -- The Chronicles of the Necromancer are fun, and I'll keep reading, but don't pour it into your tank of novels read this year and expect it to carry you far.