Nary a dull moment. I love Rothfuss's brand of fantasy; magic with rules, to a point that its practitioners bristle at it being called magic (as opposed to the science of "sympathy"). The book remained tense, even in its happier sections, as I was always waiting for the other shoe to drop. I have no idea where Mr. Rothfuss will go when following this up in the third of the The Kingkiller Chronicle series, but if its improvement is as large as that of the 2nd from the 1st, it'll border on masterpiece.