Insert standard boilerplate to describe mass-market fantasy paperback novels here.
The above phrase sums up my view of Wind of Honor nicely. in a word it's bland. Incredibly bland.
It's that bland, there is a narrative in there somewhere, but basically you just go meh.
In a way, much as I hate Wind of War, I don't know if this isn't worse. At least I can mock Wind of War endlessly. Wind of Honor is just as big a waste of paper, but doesn't even manages to increase my blood pressure.
My doctor might be happier with that, but it is definitely less cathartic.
I guess The Unicorn needed company.
Speaking of Wind of War, it will be the next book I'm going to review. Expect a lot of wailing and snark...