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With Altheia dealing with a continuous flow of refugees they have been forced to close the gates. So even getting beyond the city wall will be a challenge for our heroes. Once inside they will find themselves unwelcome by Altheia's current controller, Lord Tarsil, a man who remembers Gran'ma' Ben and Thorn's royal heritage all too well and the memories are bitter indeed.
Meanwhile, The Lord of the Locust's army of rat creatures and men of Pawa are closing in on a city unprepared for such a confrontation. The end, as they like to say, is neigh! Of course, Phoney Bone is doing everything in his powers to swindle the merchants of Altheia out of their gold, while Smiley and Bartleby hide out in a quiet stable, away from the eyes of the watchful city guard.
TREASURE HUNTERS even contains the first truly horrific scene of violence. Despite the panels not being blood drenched and most of the violence occurring out of sight, it is a stark reminder that our characters are playing for keeps. And what of Kingdok? Once more he is given one page of space as he continues to struggle through the passages beneath the mountain. If you read my last review then you probably figured out my thoughts on what Kingdok is up to.
I really enjoyed this volume but I can't help but wonder how Smith is going to tie it all together. He's got one book left to bring it home, and not that I doubt his skills, but this book ends with a whole whack of threads hanging off the edge of a very steep cliff. In fact the last panel of the book shows a very grave faced Gran'ma' Ben starring out over the walls of Altheia at the encroaching army. Her words, "We're not ready."
It gives me goosebumps just thinking about reading the final volume. When you invest as much time and emotion as one does to journey down what is a long road for writer and reader, you can't help but be swept up in the grand epicness of the whole tale. And when you see that advancing dark on the horizon and you suddenly realize how much they all mean to you, as strange and silly as that sounds, it gets you right in the gut. Gran'ma' Ben's last words are haunting me, Wormies.
So there you have it. We're hanging off that cliff and the drop looks unsurvivable.
How will it all end? That's what it comes down to.























