This post contains BOOK-DESTROYING SPOILERS for The Sons of Heaven. The non-spoiler post is here.
Chapter 7, of course, would be where Mendoza says “I can’t honestly say he raped me” and I mentally howled, “Oh, that’s okay, I’ll say it for you!”
And then giving birth to and raising your two once—and future—lovers . . . ! I just can’t even cope with that, I’m sorry, I really can’t.
Not only that, but suddenly pregnancy is the key to keeping immortals from going bad? I mean, it’s framed as “parenting skills,” but through “kids of their own,” via pregnancy and childbirth—as though adopted kids aren’t, and don’t give the opportunity to develop parenting skills?
Again, as an adopted kid and as someone 39 weeks pregnant, I spit on the whole idea of raising pregnancy to some mythic level of magical wonderfulness. I mean, seriously.
So, you know, what with wincing away from everything to do with Mendoza, Edward, Alec, and Nicholas, I really can’t form an opinion of their deus ex machina (or whatever the plural is, I never took Latin) ending. It’s nice that there was no war and no slaughter and that the deities are benevolent and hands-off, but . . . whatever.
Of the side-stories, I liked Victor’s best, well, found it most fitting, anyway. I was glad that Lewis contributes to his own rescue, and gets rescued by a woman (even if she then gets arbitrarily paired off). I see no point whatsoever in Hearst’s late addition to the series. I found the brief appearance and disappearance of the Company AI to be . . . brief. Just to give Nicholas a chance to wrestle with something God-like? Again: whatever.
Yeah, that’s all I got. Oh well: on to the new Temeraire book!