I've enjoyed reading this author in the past as it's usually a pleasant journey with some interesting plot twists and easy to like characters. However, the last few books started to get on my nerves because of the monotonous references to the Great Spirits, visions and other supernatural garbage. I thought I'd give him one more chance. This book seems to ONLY deal with those elements. I'm tired of Henry Meloux's world. I'm tired of Steven O'Connor's "heavy feelings". This whole book is just "tired". Thanks for your earlier works and best of luck!