As I carry on with my reread of the Witch World books, I’ve come to realize that I don’t remember the plots of these books at all. I remember the characters. I remember who pairs up with whom. But the details of What Happened? Total blank. So it’s been like reading completely new books inhabited by characters I remember more or less clearly, but whose adventures add up to, “I know they all survived because they’re series regulars, but that’s about it.”
That sensation is particularly acute with the stories of Simon and Jaelithe’s three children. Each book stands more or less on its own, but they fit together so closely that the effect is straight-up fantasy trilogy. Events that are left open-ended at the start of the first in the series are resolved by the end of the third, but meanwhile, each protagonist gets to tell his or her individual (but interlinked) story.