Back in 2014, a coordinated slate vote managed to get a bunch of right-wing dreck into most of the finalist positions for the Hugos that year. This was one of them. I've been entering my old reviews as private so as to not spam followers, but this story is so bad it deserves to be publicly excoriated again.

Vox Day is in love with EPIC FANTASY NAMES. The Waste of Kurs-magog. Arbhadis, Night’s Mistress. The chapter house of the Ordo Sancti Dioscuri. So much filler. So talky.

The heathens come to God's monks, and are won over by the sheer amazingness of scripture and convert. Even when the heathens are magical elves and the monks are the boringest ever. They hang out, help travelers and the poor (with a dab of economic teaching thrown in for free), pray, and copy manuscripts. I know monks aren't necessarily exciting in real life, but if you're going to put them in your story, have them be more than the most obsequious people ever.

"Therefore no incorruptible thing sometimes is, and sometimes is not, whereas everything which has a beginning does not exist prior to its existence." WTF DOES THIS EVEN MEAN??

SPOILER! All the monks are red shirts. Vox Day kills them all off and my reaction is THANK FUCKING GOD!