On the surface, this seems like a pretty standard mercenary monster-killer satire. But it’s more than that–big corporations sell shares of monster hoards, and rake in the profits regardless of the outcome. Dwarf Gorm Ingerson was a famous beserker in the Heroes’ Guild, then he fell from grace, and ended up a thief–so he doesn’t have much say when he’s recruited by a priest as part of a team to fulfill a prophecy.
The satire’s pretty on point with this one. It has some things to say about financial systems, and what people do for profit, and most tellingly, how society decides who are people… and who are profit. And the fact that it’s well done is what makes it terrible. I could see what was coming before it happened, and I really hoped it wouldn’t… but it did. The whole thing made me so angry, because it was like real life, if you take out the magic and dragons and so on.
Have you ever had a book that you didn’t like–not because it was badly written, but because it was a little too spot on?