The adventures of Platonist Forms continue here, and the narrative ticks up a notch in this installment, as compared to the previous two. Part of the added tension is the addition of a perspective of the enemy, in the person of Balasar Gice, who is something of the setting's Miles Teg, (sans superpowers).
The novel satisfies the obligations created in earlier volumes--it concerns primarily warfare, in which Plato is weaponized. The Forms deployed are essentially the forms of Genocide-of-Persons on the one hand and Genocide-of-Forms on the other. While the latter is a very slick thought experiment, the former is tres Inchoroi, but without tentacles and sexual assault.
The author also reveals a high level of skill in writing about domestic drama, and fashions several very effective and moving scenes regarding the central personalities involved.
Suffers from a certain brevity as well as restriction in scope. Neither are particularly damning, but my taste runs toward the ponderous, the complicated, the puzzling--but Abraham is too good a writer for all that.