This book was clearly written for a modern audience. I mean that the language is vigorous and not the least languorous, and that the plot moves briskly for folks who, like all your 21st-century readers, require a briskly-moving plot. And yet, behind all this movement and vigor, is the languorous movement of the snow falling, buildings crumbling, events and Fate building up and getting ready to overwhelm everything, like fire, like deep snow, which provides a very nice "objective correlative"--I learned that phrase when I was an English major--to the movement of the plot. So that all the hasty thrust-and-shove can happen all it wants: one can bring poisonous snakes, and construct great machines, and go into battle and then run away from battle. Behind it all the inevitable is getting ready to occur. And some of the characters know this, and some don't, and some know it clearly, and some know it in their madness, and some are learning it and we get to listen in while they do, and some will never learn it. I. Loved. It. It's good. I loved being there, in that place and time, with those people, and that is my primary criteria for a novel.