It's true. I read Mercedes Lackey. They're harmless fluff pieces that entertain a corner of my brain when the rest of it needs to think quietly, and she generally manages to tell an engaging story. However, the latest book that I've read -- the second Alberich one -- is bugging me.

( Probably not enough vitriol to qualify as a rant. Call it a grumble. Oh yeah. And spoiler warning. )