The cover of Prince of Lies. In the background Mystra, a black-haired glowing goddess spreads a glowing white cloak. In the foreground Cyric, a wiry demonic-looking man, grasps his forearm with a pained expression. At the bottom, some sort of gargoyle-like creature falls backwards while yelling. (No, none of it makes sense to me either.)

Prince of Lies

“I’d love to see more Forgotten Realms authors run with this depiction of godhood, which gives the gods a delightfully alien feel. Alas, I suspect that everyone else is going to keep writing them as powerful, slightly dim humans and I’ll continue to be annoyed.”

The cover of Waterdeep. In the background is the city of Waterdeep at night, with the moon in the sky behind the signboard of the Yawning Portal tavern. In the foreground are Midnight, a black-haired young woman in an improbably revealing outfit and carrying a staff, and Kelemvor, a warrior in a red cape wielding a sword in both hands. Both are facing the viewer.

Waterdeep

“It’s not perfect — the pacing drags at points, Adon’s survival feels more preposterous than miraculous, and there are a few duds among the supporting cast — but it’s still a marked improvement over the previous couple of books.”

The cover of Tantras. An unshaven, spear-wielding man slouches in a crude throne, surrounded by a pair of armored guards and a pair of barely-dressed harem girls. Two figures in chains, their backs to the viewer, are confronting him.

Tantras

“I’m intrigued by how the author tries to take Shadowdale’s established “peaceful utopia” characterization and twist it into something darker and more cynical. It doesn’t actually work, but it could have if it had been handled more deftly.”

The cover of Shadowdale. Four figures pose dramatically around an outcropping in a forest: a muscular warrior with a bow, a blank-faced young man with a sword, a crouching woman wielding a staff, and a hooded man behind them with a sword.

Shadowdale

“The setting was only two years old at this point — it’s not like it was growing stodgy and needed some sort of shake-up to make it feel fresh again. All it accomplishes is to show you the bones of the tabletop ruleset poking through the fiction like a compound fracture.”