I have recently concluded my journey through the prodigious pages of King Sorrow, and it is a work of truly remarkable ambition.
While the volume is of a significant length—and I must confess that the narrative at times adopted a somewhat leisurely, perhaps even sluggish, pace—those moments were small prices to pay for the arrival of the King himself. Whenever King Sorrow graced a scene, the story was imbued with a chilling vitality that more than compensated for any earlier hesitation in the plot.
The blend of dark horror and high fantasy, steeped so heavily in the chivalric traditions of Arthurian lore, was a particular joy to behold. There is something deeply stirring in seeing the myths of old twisted into such a macabre and fascinating new shape. It is an interesting and formidable tale for those with the patience to see it through.
Though a touch more brevity might have served the whole, the strength of its central figure and its imaginative depth earn it a high commendation. I would grant it a most respectable eight parts out of ten.