Not my forte

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What lies inside the mind of a fantasist? 
A reverie? An illusion? A nightmare? 
Or a deep imagination, a humour and abounding craftsmanship in the genre of storytelling? 
This surely is the cerebral status of Sebastian de Castell whose tale of a talking squirrel as the companion figure to a magical outlaw and a mystical card player breeds an intrigue for more and more. 
Four months after fleeing his own people, Kellen has discovered he's an even worse outlaw than he was mage. It doesn't help that his only allies are a swaggering card player and a thieving squirrel cat.

Then he meets Seneira, a blindfolded girl who isn't blind, and whose secrets get them caught up in a conspiracy of magic, blackmail and murder. Now Kellen must find the mage responsible before the entire frontier falls victim to the mystical plague known as the shadowblack.
If this is your genre, the book would be a delight.
It is not my forte and I read it with fortitude but with reluctance.