E.L. Modestitt, The Towers of the Sunset.

This is another book in Modestitt's Recluse series. It is the second written, the third that I have read.

I did not like it as much as the first two, largely because I really liked the Lerris character and did not care as much for the protagonist of this one. Perhaps I have read too much in this world already, for I am getting a little tired of amazingly powerful magicians who have no idea of their capabilities and act like fools because of it.

Then again, I was dreaming about black oak, white oak, and the relationship between wood and magic last night, so there is something in Modestitt's ideas that sticks with me.

I summoned the next in the series, but I will turn my fiction reading elsewhere until it arrives.