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Let me show you what one little girl can do.

Of course, if you've read the first two novels in The Lotus War, you'll know the list of what this one particular little girl can't do is probably much shorter. The only question at this point is, can one little girl survive?

Kristoff has quite the wringer to put you through before you get the answer to that. For example, within the first thirty pages – thirty – Kristoff reveals something about a character I'd grown to have a certain affection for, and pitied after what happened to them in the previous book. And then he does something to that character I'm not sure I'll forgive him for (will still read him, don't get me wrong, I'll just bear a grudge).

On the other hand, Endsinger is filled with so many fist-pumping moments, and fun sentences – like

Hiro laughed like a man who'd only read about it in books.

Michi's foot connected with the Inquisitor's groin like a redlining goods train. It was the kind of kick that made one's testicles throw up their hands and move to a monastery in the Hogosha mountains. It was the kind of kick that made orphans of a man's grandchildren.

Endsinger

You don't think people should know what happened here?”
“Oh, I think they should know, no doubt. I just don't think they'll care.”
“How could they not?”
“Because it will be different next time. It always is.”
“Different?” Akithito frowned at the cloudwalker captain.
“Different,” the Blackbird nodded. “Whatever they fight over. It'll have a different name or a different shape – religion or territory or black or white. People will look back on us and say ‘we could never be that blind.' People don't learn from history. Not people who count, anyway.”

Return of the King

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