The sun is setting on humanity. The night now belongs to voracious demons that prey upon a dwindling population forced to cower behind half-forgotten symbols of power.
Legends tell of a Deliverer: a general who once bound all mankind into a single force that defeated the demons. But is the return of the Deliverer just another myth? Perhaps not.
Out of the desert rides Ahmann Jardir, who has forged the desert tribes into a demon killing army. He has proclaimed himself Shar’Dama Ka, the Deliverer, and he carries ancient weapons — a spear and a crown — that give credence to his claim.
But the Northerners claim their own Deliverer, the dark, forbidding figure of the Warded Man.
Once, the Shar’Dama Ka and the Warded Man were friends. Now they are fierce adversaries. Yet as old allegiances are tested and fresh alliances forged, all are unaware of the appearance of a new breed of demon, more intelligent — and deadly — than any that have come before.
I enjoyed this book almost as much as I did the first one. The Karasian culture is well thought out and robust, making it very easy to immerse oneself in (wherein a lot of the Northern culture felt rather generic). Jardir is probably my favorite character at this point as I found his rise to power to be a very compelling story.
However, I was tempted to give this book three stars due to Leesha. Her Mary-Sueness is getting on my last nerve and I hope that her character is either toned down or she is killed off in the next book. A real shame, considering that I liked her quite a bit through most of the first book, where she was far less hypocritical and insta-beloved.