It's a pity, really. The book had promise. A grand opening, magic, evil lords...
But in the end, at about 3 hours in, nothing helped me get over the sinking feeling that this was just one more story of "Farmboy goes out to slay evil lord". After having read Eli Monpress, Locke Lamorra and of course the godly Name of the Wind, the writing pales in comparison. The world, while obviously well thought-out, is just too tolkien-like. It isn't as interesting as George R.R. Martins Westeros or the world in which Sanderson sets his Stormlight Archive or Mistborn series. You've got your standard goblin-like antagonists, an evil ruler that is obviously not quite dead, a few gods that meddled with their creation, a valley full of Mages in Towers (Towers! For gods sake! Not even interesting ones, just standard reflections of personality) and a protagonist that grows up between the mightiest magicians in the world. The poor guy can't help but become a destined hero.
Normally I'd kept listening, just to see if the book can provide me with some interesting turns, but then there was the narrator.
He wasn't bad per se, but his jutting style left sentences hanging out to dry ever so often, keeping you wondering if that thought he had was quite finished yet. It didn't help that there were too many fantastical names of places to count in the first chapter of the book, and Beierle's reading style somehow made them sound all the same.
If you are a fan of "innocent youth saves the standard fantasy world" books, give it a shot. If you prefer some spicing up to the traditional formula, get the Name of the Wind, The Lies of Locke Lamorra, The Way of Kings (!), The Final Empire, The first Law or A game of Thrones. If you loved these, stay away from this one.