I'm very fond of Cecilia Dart-Thornton and find her descriptive prose most evocative and lyrical. However, I also appreciate that she is not entirely to everyone's tastes. Her language is very eloquent and flowery - she never uses a plain word when she can use something more elaborate. Whilst this makes her world a rich and engaging place to visit, it does mean that you may be required to keep a dictionary near by! I have enjoyed this, and her detail-rich folklore in previous books and enjoyed it in this one. However, because of the nature of the language, the speeches of the characters come across as particularly pretentious and stilted, not quite ringing true.
What I did not enjoy, however, was the fact that Dart-Thornton was clearly using this particular book to try and force her views of animal rights down the reader's throat. Now, please understand, I myself are an avid supporter of animal rights, believing that they should be treated humanely and with compassion. It just felt very much to me like this book was acting more as a soapbox for the author to preach to her audience. I prefer such preaching to be rather more subtle, but was instead left feeling guilty for not being a vegetarian. This rather darkened my enjoyment. Perhaps this is what the author is seeking to achieve.
Still, save for this little bugbear, I found this a rich and enticing read, with colourful characters (particularly the urisk) and whilst it does act somewhat as a "bridge" style novel (obviously spanning the way to something more), it still proved a pleasurable read.