Think of a fairly standard serial-killer mystery, only set in a vaguely medieval high fantasy kingdom. Dubric is the older, somewhat-hard-bitten detective (or, er, something. It wasn't clear to me what he does when there are no murders, which we are told is most of the time) trying to catch the elusive psycho who has been slashing up servant girls. I liked the novelty of this genre-cross, but every aspect of the story was... off. The characters, their relationships, the world in which they lived and its laws, politics, and culture. All interesting, but none of it rings true. It all just felt -- made up.