as a follow-up to 'Winterlong', i found this book to be rather confusing... not sure if she planned a trilogy, but if so it is the most disjointed sequel i have ever read... glacially paced, like iceberg slow... Hand writes beautifully descriptive ans showy prose, and i think this book is her at her most flamboyant... so much detail, actually too much, much too much... muchly... i never got a sense of narrative advancing to a purpose... almost as if the reader knew what happens or what happened or what will happen, and she was just documenting the people, places, things, and concepts for our amusement or enlightenment or disgust or pleasure... meandering... while the first book had more of a goth-emo-fantasy vibe, this moves into science-fiction-mythology-technology-apocalypse unannounced... again the idea we know the progression of the trilogy and she is filing in the details, or something... needless to say i was not amused, and as much as i love Hand's talents i can compare this book to a lengthy cock sucking contest (yep): amazed at first, excited even, sorta turned on and sorta leery at the same time, then along for the show that now seems overly long (no pun intended, probably), and then just bored and waiting for things to finish up without too much muss and fuss... OR an inside joke with everyone on the outside, wondering what's so damned funny... ugh...