The Cloak Master Cycle should not have ended like this. Why did the last installment have to be penned by Russ T. Howard and not by Roger Moore as had been announced? The main fault of this novel is a pomposity that must inevitably lead to disappointment. From the first page on, the author tries to develop a thrilling, cosmic finale to the cycle. He establishes so many characters, factions and intrigues that he simply loses control. Having written himself into the corner, he cannot deliver a satisfying solution. The characters remain extremely one-dimensional and the reader lays down the book in disappointment: Why did this tale have to end with such a whimper? I give this novel three stars only for the reason that, despite all, it retains some of the magic of its prequels and evolves around characters the reader has come to care about. This magic, however, is largely an achievement of Moore and Cunningham and, to a lesser degree, Cook and Findley. Howard borrowed it, but did not manage to live up to it.