The Sentinel is the second to last book of the Sundering series, and it took a bit for me to get into, again because there was no real connection with the character going in.  But other than that I quite enjoyed it.

We are introduced Kleef, Chosen of the dead god Helm and a member of the watch of Marsembar who is probably the only honest man on the payroll.  When the shadowvar chase two fellow Chosen through the streets of his city carrying the Eye of Gruumsh, naturally the servant of the Watcher feels obligated to get involved and ensure the safety of all caught up in this quest.

And an interesting quest this is.  With the worlds of Abeir and Toril separating at long last, many gods and almost-gods are vying to be in the perfect spot to gain more power in the inevitable vaccum that will be left behind, as some of those who were on Toril before the joining of the worlds choose to leave.

One such creature it the earth primordial, who just so happens to be the lover of Gruumsh’s wife.  Tempted into leaving, thinking his love was lost to him, she stole the eye of her husband to give to her lover as a token.  The task of the Chosen are to see it to the primordial’s alter and appropriately scarified to tie the primordial to the plane of Toril.  Or at least that’s the hope.  It is assumed once he has received such a token of love and fidelity he will choose to stay, retaining his mantle so that non other can take it up and gain more power.

Well, that’s the gist of it.  It is a tad bit more complex than that, but those are the bones of it.  What I found most interesting was that nothing was really as it seemed.  See there are four main characters, four Chosen in this story.  One isn’t really a Chosen at all, and another is not the Chosen of the god he claims.  You think these two are going to fall for each other, when really it’s those two. You think this person is going to sacrifice themselves, then you think that person, when really it’s someone else altogether!

It changes direction a lot, but it’s done in such a way that it’s kinda your fault, if that makes sense.  Like the story doesn’t directly point to the assumptions you make, you just make them based on what you (well I guess me in this case) make about books like this, and then it’s revealed that you were wrong all along.

So it’s a mind hump, but in a good way.  And it all makes sense which is better.

And now we move right along to the sixth and last book of the Sundering, The Herald by Ed Greenwoo.

Chaos grips Faerûn as vainglory, prophecy, and ancient forces comingle in the shadows cast by war.  Agents of the Shadovar lurk in the corners of Candlekeep in search of the arcane secrets that will power their war machine toward Myth Drannor. Gods and their Chosen run amok, all in a gambit to seize power. And a threat foretold by an ancient seer stirs.

At the heart of it all, Mystra, the great Goddess of Magic, has withdrawn from the world. Without her protection, Elminster, her greatest champion, fears for the nascent Weave, the fabric of magic Mystra wields to bind Faerûn. Will the Nightseer Shar, mistress of the great and fearsome Shadovar, seize the opportunity to blanket the world with her Shadow Weave?

With the help of Storm Silverhand and his protégé Amarune, Elminster works frantically to strengthen the Weave’s tethers and forestall what seems an inevitable reckoning. But other interests machinate for their own sinister ends.

As the Sundering draws nigh, Elminster and his heroic cohort must see the signs for what they are. The choice of worlds lies in the balance.