It starts off well enough, and with a concept like the one this series boasts you're already expecting characters with ridiculous powers, so not much issue there. The problem starts when the second book follows almost the exact same plot, a new character is added, and despite past events, absolutely nothing seems to have affected the characters in any way. We have one guy who is the designated badass, the pirate who's sole purpose in the entire series is to provide the "more interesting" characters transportation, a few other characters that are really never characterized enough to make us give a shit, and the children who have been designated as "Dreamers" who work their weird lolicon charms on the resident badass to make him seem more likable and human, while going to sleep so they can use their incredible deus ex machina powers to prevent the main villain, who SHOULD have been awesome, from going past "minor annoyance" in terms of threat level. However, this is all tolerable because throughout the books Eddings keeps hinting at the fact that there is going to be a massive, awesome war that will determine the fate of the world when all is said and done. This would be fine, except Eddings gives his readers one of the biggest kicks to the sack EVER in that he pulls a truly incredible cop-out from his cavernous ass to avoid the whole entire thing! He literally has a minor character, who is only briefly glanced over during each book to assure the reader that he hasn't been forgotten and still exists, suddenly become the All-Father of the Gods, who prevents the awesome, epic conflict we've been promised for three books by THINKING. He literally thinks it, and it's done. The main villain is beaten and the war is over. That's it. Series over. Party time. Everyone goes home without ever developing as characters, or learning anything from their experiences with completely different cultures, and goes about their lives as if absolutely NOTHING happened at all. Every single attempt at a message about unity in this series fell on it's face. Every attempt at drama fell on it's face. Every attempt at humor fell on it's face and kicked itself in the back of the head. The only thing that kept me reading this stupid series was the promise of a giant, epic, nail bitingly close battle with neat monsters in which the heroes inevitably win, but the battle itself is still awesome, and Eddings even cheated me out of that! The characters are dull and grossly two-dimensional, and the books follow such a predictable pattern that after reading the first book you essentially know how the entire thing goes (arrive in new land, prepare for defensive battle, brood a bit, some fighting, kid goes to sleep, incredible deus ex machina power foils enemy army, end of book, new location, add character at the beginning of each book).