I recently read the three Myst novels, which were three really different stories, but suffered from the same weakness. The first 2/3 of each is a meticulous, fascinating setup, blown by a ridiculous and unbelievable rushed ending in the final 1/3. Oh well. Some nice details and ideas along the way. Currently two books into The January Dancer, a 4-book series by Michael Flynn, one of my favorite writers. So far they're more like travel books than epics; various forgettable excuses to go planet hopping from one wild-ass place to another. Phenomenal invention and delightful prose, but not much by way of plot or character arcing.