This book opened strong, with Milton, a secret government agent, takes out some targets but spares one of them, showing us his compassion and his ability to think in the middle of tough situations. However, the book gets really dull after that, moving away from Milton's perspective and following other lines.
When we get back to Milton, we see him having forms of PTSD--nightmares, constant flashbacks--from his past. He wants to be redeemed, basically. So the story goes back to following a young gang in East End, discussing themes of poverty and young crime.
I didn't have a problem with this book's deep themes as many did, but rather the large dumping of information that Dawson seems to do. He follows Tolkien's format, almost, and it makes the book lean on the dry side instead of being action-packed and encouraging me to keep turning the pages.