The Cold Commands is Richard
Morgans seventh novel, is a return to the storyline started in The Steel
Remains (his previous outing), and is a sequel of sorts. I say of sorts
because The Cold Commands functions as a story just as well with
or without one having read The Steel Remains. The Cold
Commands continues the stories of Ringil Eskiath, disavowed scion of a
Trelayne merchant family, Egar Dragonsbane, Majak steppe-dweller and itinerant sword for
hire and Archeth Indamaninarmal, a half kiriath warrior. Stylistically, The
Cold Commands is very much like The Steel Remains
with three separate and essentially disparate storylines told alternatively through the
book and tying together somewhere near the two thirds mark. The characters have the vocal
expressive range of the chronically under-educated; and the luck of babes and
fools. In short there was a lot to set my teeth on edge, but still the story was fast
paced, engaging and had characters I carried about and wanting to know what happened next
to them.
Given the speed with which The Cold Commands concludes, with a
plot event that is almost at right angles to the main story arc for at least one of the
characters I predict a sequel in the not too distant future. Hopefully, this time the
central characters will start the story together as I am really getting fed up with
the current vogue authorial affectation of starting with different threads and slowly
weaving them into a whole.
My overall impression of this book: hamburger, coke and chips (hamburger with tangy
sauce).
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