Do you know the feeling when you finish watching an intense action film or boxing match? That feeling of secondhand exhaustion and emotion, the mix of amazement and maybe a little sadness for the things that didn’t quite go how you wanted them to?
That’s how I feel after reading Night of the Dragon.
It’s shorter than the first two, but don’t let it fool you. This book is a marathon, not a sprint, and it will wring you out. I lost count of how many times I openly cried (at least three) though it isn’t all sadness and exhaustion. Like the books before it, Dragon has enough lightness to push back the dark, enough victory to make the struggle worth it.
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