Steven Brust & Megan Lindholm
Date: 10 March, 2005 — $10.74 — Book
This is weirdly reminiscent of Charles DeLint, though I think it owes more to Emma Bull. It's pretty much a weird fantasy allegory, where action have deeper meanings that are only obvious because they're told to you. Occasionally, I am reminded that Brust is Hungarian*, and his culture is apt to shine through a bit differently than would an American raised on Victorian-era bowlderized fairy tales.
So there's a lot of implied Gypsy heritage tales of a sort, and dark stories that really are screaming out for more development, though I think they were wise to restrict the story to the length it is. Basically, it's a deep world touched shallowly. Both writers (Lindholm under the name of Robin Hobb) have done more interesting work since, but this isn't bad.
*He may well have been born in America, but it's obvious that his storytelling upbringing, at least, is Hungarian.