Raymond E. Feist - King of Foxes

In which Raymond E. Feist displays absolutely no creativity whatsoever.  Ugh.  I know in my last post I was ranting about what a lovely trait a bit of predictability can be, but seriously, I'm pretty stupid.  This book did absolutely nothing I haven't seen in another fantasy novel; furthermore, it did nothing I haven't seen in a FEIST novel.  It's pretty bad when you start cannibalizing your own plot lines.

What doesn't suck: Um.  Lets skip this part.

What sucked: In the first book, Talon actually developed a little.  In this book, he did not change even slightly - but at the end of the book, the reader is expected to believe he has undergone some sort of metamorphasis into a better person.  Bullshit.  There was no epiphany, no reason his entire outlook would so suddenly change.  His entire life revolved around vengeance, and just as he gets it he decides he wants to be the bigger man?  No.  That's just the author deciding he did in a few sentences.  LAME.

The plot was boring to the extreme.  Sometimes I don't think you're even trying anymore, Feist. It turns out it's the same Big Bad its been in half of his books, but this time only Talon can save him!  Because he doesn't have magic!  Or some such crap.  It doesn't really matter.

The worst part is I have to read the next one.  Thats what sucks the most.

Deep Thoughts: This book does not warrant any further thought.  Ever.

Rating:Sucked