Do you know what's worse than having to wait months or years before the next book in a series is coming? 
 Knowing that there isn't another coming. 
 I'm in shock right now. I'll probably cry myself to sleep tonight. Because it can't be over. 
 It. Really. Just. Can't. Be. Over. 
 I know. There is an art in knowing when a series must end. There is a point where it must stop. A series can't be drug along unceremoniously through the dirt and mud until you've beaten it to death ten times over. No one likes that. 
 But damn it, I wasn't done with you yet Falcio! Do you know what I want to do right now? I want to go back and read Traitor's Blade all over again because I refuse to be done with it. 
 This is far and away the best book in the entire series. It will rip out your soul with bloody claws, stomp it black and blue, and if that wasn't enough, it will light it on fire and scatter its ashes to the wind. It just isn't fair. 
 Anyway. 
 This is supposed to be a review and it's really a rather terrible one. Sorry not sorry. There isn't anything I can say about this one that hasn't been said about the first three. The writing is excellent. The characters are real and flawed and perform great feats of idiotic heroism. I'm not going to discuss plot here because I refuse to ruin it for anyone. Just know the conclusion is solid and there are no messy plot threads left hanging. The pacing is much faster here because the villains are out there in the open almost from the beginning, which means all Falcio and Kest and Brasti have to do is defeat them. 
 HA! 
 To sum it all up: Read this immediately. If you have not read Traitor's Blade yet, read it immediately. Then follow on with Knight's Shadow and Saint's Blood, and go back to step one. Finally, come and join me so we can wallow in our misery and self pity together. 
 Thank you to Quercus (Hatchette Books) and NetGalley for providing an ARC in exchange for an honest review. 
 P.S. What the hell else am I supposed to read after this?