In the World of Iron, known to mere mortals as Earth, Holly Kendall, EMT, psychiatric nurse, and SCA warrior, has just arrived at Helicon, ready for a weekend away from the mundane world. But no one has warned Holly just how far away from everyday life she's about to venture. For the first person she encounters on her way to registration is an honest-to-goodness elf, newly escaped from a mental hospital. As he seems to have selective amnesia, including an inability to remember his own name, Holly gives him the moniker of Mac. And although Mac has an incredible tale to spin--a story of torture by unknown enemies, of spectacles, and of the fabled Book of Airts which tells everything there is to know about The Twelve Treasures of Chandrakar--Holly quickly realizes he's telling the truth. For Mac is not the first elf she's met, and one of the men pursuing him was far too interested in that other elf as well.
As Holly sees it she has no choice but to help Mac in his search for the Book of Airts and one of the missing Treasures, the Cloak of Night and Daggers. And if they survive the hunt, she'll have to get Mac and his treasures back to Elphame--where an even more dangerous task awaits them, the rescue of Rohannan Melior and Ruth Marlowe....
She was born long enough ago to have seen Classic Trek on its first outing and to remember that she once thought Spock Must Die! to be great literature. As she aged, she put aside her fond dreams of taking over for Batman when he retired, and returned to her first love, writing. Her first SF sale (as Eluki Bes Shahar) was the Hellflower series, in which Damon Runyon meets Doc Smith over at the old Bester place. Between books and short stories in every genre but the Western (several dozen so far), she's held the usual selection of odd and part-time writer jobs, including bookstore clerk, secretary, beta tester for computer software, graphic designer, book illustrator, library clerk, and administrative assistant for a non-profit arts organization. She can truthfully state that she once killed vampires for a living, and that without any knowledge of medicine has illustrated half-a-dozen medical textbooks.
Her last name -- despite the efforts of editors, reviewers, publishing houses, her webmaster, and occasionally her own fingers -- is not spelled 'Edgehill'.
With this book, I felt as if The Twelve Treasures series was finally finding its footing. The Sword of Maiden's Tears had been intriguing. The Cup of Morning Shadows had introduced the land of Chandrakar, and made it clear that elves weren't necessarily good guys, but it had been a chaotic read. The Cloak of Night and Daggers gave me a better chance to get a feel for the characters rather than all the lands they could travel through, which I appreciated, wrapped up some loose ends from The Cup of Morning Shadows, and made it clearer where the overall story was headed. Except that we'll never know because this was the last book written. Disappointing, since I'd been looking forward to book #4. Recommended if you've read the other books in the series, but might not make all that much sense on its own.
I read this one ages ago and didn't give it much thought again until recently when reading something about better representation in fiction. And then I remembered that the main character of this book is bipolar and yet is also a very capable character and even if my memory of the plot of this book is rather hazy I do remember the character and that her issue (the bipolar thing and that her only real problem with it is if she runs out of medication in the elflands) was handled pretty well.
And that I can't really remember any other SF/F book I can think of where that issue is handled similarly, as a condition that someone lives with that is under control and is merely an one more thing for the character to deal with in the course of the story.
This is the only series I have forced myself to finish just to see how bad it could actually get. I must say, in that regard the author outdid herself. The entire series really was impressively awful.