From Publishers Weekly
The mood of Rosenberg's third absorbing Guardians of the Flame novel (after 2001's Not Quite Scaramouche) darts between aggressive whimsy and deep introspection, sometimes within a single page. Of the trio of soldiers and friends, only Pirojil remains. Durine is dead, and Kethol has magically adopted the shape of Forinel to prevent Forinel's younger half-brother from inheriting Barony Keranahan. The trio's original dream of someday founding the Three Swords Inn seems further from reality than ever. Stuck with running a barony, Kethol really wants to be a woodsman and soldier. Of course, there are the fringe benefits, like Leria, the nobly born girl he can now marry and who's helping him with the deception. And Kethol has free access to the palace, something useful when you're trying to prevent the Dowager Empress from having the man you used to work for assassinated. Rosenberg's quirky style is on impressive display throughout, but the book is also a serious meditation on identity. Pirojil, Kethol and Leria must come to grips not only with what they must do but with what that means for who they are. Yet for all the philosophical musings, Rosenberg never allows the fun, breezy narrative his readers have come to expect to flag, closing with a twist that fits both the story and the style perfectly.
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From Booklist
The new three musketeers (see Rosenberg's Not Exactly the Three Musketeers, 1999) are tailbone-deep in alligators. Kethol the woodcutter's son must magically masquerade as exiled Baron Forinel to keep Forinel's half-brother Miron from seizing the barony, to the detriment of Jason Cullinane and Emperor Thomen. The young wizard Erenor, quick as ever with both a spell and his mouth, helps maintain Kethol's disguise. Ugly Pirojil, probably the deadliest of the three, has a full-time job guarding the others' backs against various local potentates who would just as soon that the baron were Miron. Throw in the emperor's mother, Berelyn, with her own bloody agenda; expect a thoroughly intelligent piece of fantastic entertainment; and get it! Walter Slovotsky and Ellegon the dragon--other regulars in Rosenberg's pastiches of famous swashbucklers (see also Not Quite Scaramouche, 2001)--are also at hand, and if young Thomen survives his mother, he may become a formidable warrior of virtue. A delightful continuation of the Guardians of the Flame. Roland Green
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