The story was good but it seemed a bit drawn out. ( )

By far the best in the trilogy. I throughly enjoyed this, likely owing to the level of anxiety caused by so many perils. Peril is the operative word here. Every chapter, every page, with enough breathing space not to exhaust the reader. The writer has created a universe that will stay in the mind long after it’s finished. The only negatives are a few flaws. I wasn’t able to connect with Dustfinger to the extent I did in the other books, but I still loved him enough to overlook this. And Meggie didn’t seem to have such a starring role. It’s also hard to see Mo change so much. Still, the tension carries this book and makes it my favourite of the three. ( )

Dit is een geweldig slot van een fantastische trilogie. Voor iedereen die genoten heeft van "Het oneindige verhaal" een enorme aanrader. Dit is een kinderboek zoals het hoort: niet bang voor gruwelijke dingen, maar geschreven met een hart voor verhalen en een prachtige fantasiewereld. ( )

It is finished. I managed to read the entire trilogy, all 50 pounds of it. I am convinced the author needs a lesson in word economy. As wonderful as the story is, there are times where the words just keep going and going and going. It is as though she was under the same delusion of grandeur that Fenoglio and Orpheus suffered. Despite my complaints, I still enjoyed this book. The last 100 pages are fantastic - all story lines collided and came to a satisfactory end. ( )

Después de Corazón de Tinta y Sangre de Tinta, en este fulminante final de la trilogía, hay sombras negras en Umbra... Han pasado solamente pocas semanas desde que las Mujeres Blancas se llevaran consigo a Dedo Polvoriento. Meggie y sus padres están viviendo en una pacífica finca abandonada que les hace casi olvidar las pesadillas que pasaron en el Castillo de Noche, aunque cuando oscurece y Meggie mira impaciente por la ventana esperando a Farid escucha el grito de un grajo... y entonces su padre desaparece en el bosque.