What is missing?
No yards and yards of gold brocade and velvet. No tedious paragraphs describing the color of blood, the pulsing of veins, etc. Not a single vampire-turned-rockstar.
What we have instead, is a story written so sparely, without a word out of place or an unnecessary adjective. From the opening paragraph, Brust draws the reader in using the reader's own curiosity and imagination. He never overwhelms with lurid description, showing that the art of writing is more than being able to describe a scene, but the ability to tell a story.
This book never insults the reader's intelligence or imagination. A truly original well-told story.