I've been waiting for three years for this book-- the last in the series-- to come out. I'm about halfway through it. The blog will resume when I finish.
My favorite line so far is this. When the werecats are negotiating joining the rebel army, they have only a few requests, the main one being food: "Each of us will be promised a single duck, grouse, chicken, or similar bird per day, and every second day, a bowl of freshly chopped liver. Even if we do not choose to eat it, the food will be set aside for us." Doesn't that second sentence just sum up the feline spirit?
Squijum says that is as it should be.