I have about four shelves of fantasy books, mostly FR, and I can tell you I almost didn't bother to finish this one. The allure was learning more about the seven sisters, a couple of whom are almost never mentioned anywhere else. The problem with this book is that I didn't get much about them out of it. In fact, I didn't get much of anything.
Most of the book is hack and slash, which I can enjoy if it's well done, but it was really just mediocre. The plot was almost forgotten in the sense that it was really used as an action delivery vehicle. It felt a bit like a Arnold movie, one of the really dumb ones like Red Sonya. When the end finally came it happened in kind of a POOF! manner that left you sitting there wondering how someone could write a 370 page book and dedicate about 5 pages to wrapping up the plot. It was almost an afterthought!
Plot, development, etc., these were lacking, but by FAR the most irritating thing about Greenwood's writing is the bizarre sexuality he forces upon the unwitting reader. I'm a huge fan of adding sexuality to books if it fits, but Greenwood's romantic touch reads like a sledgehammer to the face. Out of the 7 sisters I believe every one except the ghost shoved her tongue in some guy's mouth - almost in those words. Not only was the style grotesque, in the tradition of 14 year old pron, it was completely out of place. All of these super powerful mages happen to be sexy little kittens who can't control themselves even when faced with massive, life-threatening conspiracies? Bah. Anyone who thinks I'm a prude can find me lurking in any number of Hollywood clubs each weekend, so when I say this stuff was out of place, rest assured it's not because I'm uptight. It was simply poor writing.