![]() Immediately, I was transported back to Jia and Guerdon in these pages, but it was only a passing whiff of their scents because Ilmar itself was a blend of something in itself. This work wore its inspirations on its sleeves, heavily reminiscent of the Black Iron Legacy and The Last War. Tchaikovsky’s City of Last Chances weaves complex family structures, pantheons, and warring factions into a gloomy, occupied city-scape – Ilmar has long been without hope, long been a city of divided beliefs and downright debauchery and crime, now occupied by the perfectionist Pals. Ilmar, some say, is the worst place in the world and the gateway to a thousand worse places.Ī huge thank you to Cassie and Head of Zeus for including me on this blog tour! ![]() What will be the spark that lights the conflagration?ĭespite the city’s refugees, wanderers, murderers, madmen, fanatics and thieves, the catalyst, as always, will be the Anchorwood – that dark grove of trees, that primeval remnant, that portal, when the moon is full, to strange and distant shores. The city chafes under the heavy hand of the Palleseen occupation, the choke-hold of its criminal underworld, the boot of its factory owners, the weight of its wretched poor and the burden of its ancient curse. There has always been a darkness to Ilmar, but never more so than now. ![]()
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