For any story to be engaging, there must be a struggle for what is good and beautiful and the characters must be in this struggle. I only got through part of the second book in this series before I gave up. There was actually nothing truly good in the book. There was no true love to fight for. The good guys of the story are fully self-serving and unfaithful, given to their passions. There is no conflict conscience. Violence is reveled. Sexual promiscuity is reveled. The only virtue extolled is freedom. If life was this way, there would be no reason to persevere through difficulty. I see no reason to persevere through this book. I’m quitting.