The Borderlands are a piece of our world that has slipped into the lands of eternal cold. A place forgotten by God and cursed by people, where magic rules, and silver is valued far more than gold. This world is unstable, changeable — and alive! It lives by its own laws, and in the absence of the main hero — which pleasantly surprises, because it fundamentally changes the reader’s impression of the author’s previously familiar motives, scenery, and heroes, twisting the plot in a crafty way that only benefits the book.
Alliances arise and fall apart, the protagonist gets used shamelessly by anyone who pleases — and it’s precisely because, for one self-serving reason or another, he turns from an unwilling returnee into a guy in high demand, that each page of the text becomes saturated to the limit with action that won’t let you put the book down until the triumphant end… though who here is talking about an end?!