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This isn't really the final book, since she then went back and wrote a fourth one, but since the threat of wild horses couldn't entice me to continue reading once I found a good stopping place, I might as well use this as my conclusion. It was, after all, only meant to be a trilogy.

She finally ended most of the tedium of dragon care, what was fascinating in the beginning soon felt like I really did own a dragon. The reader was present for every feeding, at least we were spared the shoveling of dung in this final book. What's more, the constant search for food was an all-pervading theme, okay, we get it, dragons are HUNGRY. I'm only glad she bothered to take care of the search for water in the desert, because that could've really gotten boring.

The world was moderately interesting, except it was just a fantasy version of Egypt, and the Egyptian names blurred together after a bit. The characters proved intensely flat. So what if boy got girl? Boy was never in danger of losing girl. In fact, the books were entirely devoid of any romantic entanglements of any sort. How is it that every relationship was so distinctly without any drama? A few people died, but no one intrinsic to the plot, or if they were, I didn't seem to notice. I didn't really care about any of them.

Honestly, I'm just glad this is over with, which isn't how I should feel about a trilogy. I should be exciting about jumping into another book, and happy that she wrote a fourth.