The Wandering Inn: Book 11 - The Titan of Baleros by Pirateaba
My rating: 5 of 5 stars

I'm literally caught in a neverending spiral of storytelling that I can't imagine escaping from.

Each book immediately drives me to the next, and despite them being MASSIVELY long, I rarely feel THIS invigorated or feel the need to keep reading this effortlessly.

That's coming from someone who reads 500 books a year on average. So, let me spell it out: this series is special.

So many damn threads, with fun times, dire times, angry times, funny times, and sad times, I'm utterly losing myself in this world and all its people. Even the people that I know are either evil or close enough as to make no difference. Hell, I even love the people who've betrayed me (them, the characters,) and the god-damned town that keeps having likable people that do such horrible things to others that I also like.

It's driving me crazy. And I love every single second of it. And best of all, there is UNDERSTANDING. There is COMPASSION. It's beautiful. So very beautiful.

Am I right, little doom bringer? Am I right, you damn drakes? Am I right, innkeeper?

*Deep Sigh*

This series has now developed into a gem of surpassing worth--at least to me. Whatever faults it might have, it will never be unwanted or unappreciated. It is always welcome in my heart and hearth.

My synesthesia smells cornered rats, tears, and an immense swelling of hope. It also smells like spring.


Personal note:
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