Paperback: 336 pages
Publisher: Orbit; New Ed edition (3 Mar 2005)
The first two volumes having been set in a draconic equivalent of a WWI Flying Corps, with an English and French alliance fighting the Germans (or rather, the localised equivalent in a world that is late mediaeval with some added magic and, of course, dragons), the reader might have expected this to come as the climax of that war. But no, the war actually ended with that second book.
And now, peacetime being here, it seems that a melancholic Hal Kailas has nothing to do. His marriage to the delightful minx Lady Khiri collapses, and his standing with the King is severely tested by his actions. In the end, he leads an expedition into the west, to find where the dragons have been coming from.
The problem with this book is that it's a mess. The pacing is odd, with there being no sign of the actual thrust of the story for quite a long time, and when the ultimate challenge does arrive, it's so close to the end that you wonder whether there are pages missing, because there's obviously not enough space left in the book to wind it all up. Then you realise that the author must have been heartily sick of it all by then, and decided to wind it all up there and then.
The trilogy ends, not with a bang, but a whimper.