The Last Battle.

By C.S. Lewis.

Synopsis:
It's the end of everything. Everyone dies, Narnia is destroyed, Time comes to an end, the stars fall, the sun is put out.

Review:
This book confuses me. On one hand, it's going a bit mad with all the religion stuff (which was quite nicely handled in the other books), but on the other hand, it's gorgeously written, actually quite a lot more engaging than some of the other books (Prince Caspian, I'm looking at you...) and the end is genuinely sad and uplifting at the same time... If it wasn't for all the death, destruction and moralising (and not in a good way) this could very possibly have got promoted to favourite...

One small nit-picking point (well, you gotta, haven't you?) The style of speech. Tirian's gone back to the Middle English (okay, it's not Middle English at all, which was an entirely different language, but I can't remember the actual term for it. You know, anyway, all the thee's and thou's and art's etc) stylings last sported by the grown-up incarnations of High King Peter and co. And by Narnian standards, they're truely ancient. Caspian didn't talk like that, and neither did Rillian...