Via The Obsessive Bookseller at www.nikihawkes.comThis is actually my second read-through of this novel. Why I chose to reread one of the most long-winded fantasies out there is beyond me, but at the time it perfectly suited my mood, so no regrets. You see, back in December (yes, it has taken me ...
So, this is it. The end of Haydon's fabulous trilogy! I know, when asking Goodreads it isn't shown as a trilogy but rather as six volumes. But nevertheless, the first three novels build a union. Book four and five seem to be closed stories who aren't even half as good as the trilogy and the last ...
I’m conflicted here.I like this book.But it’s a bad book.The story, the basic premise and idea… They sound interesting.I can’t tell you whether they actually are because, despite all pages in the book, the basic beginning force of the story isn’t explained. Not surprising really, as that’s most l...
The Assassin King opens at winter's end with the arrival by sea of a mysterious hunter, a man of ancient race and purpose, who endlessly chants the names of the pantheon of demons that are his intended victims, as well as one other: Ysk, the original name of the Brother, now known as Achmed, the ...
I don't normally review books, but I just had to get a few things off of my chest about this one. I finished it last night & am still a bit angry at it.Overall, I did not care for this book at all, especially after reading it directly after the first three. I came into it off of a "high" from tho...
Long ago, in the Second Age of history, a young Nain explorer by the name of Ven Polypheme traveled much of the known and unknown world, recording his adventures. Recently discovered by archaeologists, a few fragments of his original journals are reproduced in this book. Great care has been taken...
Sitting beneath the overhang of the opening was the Bolg king, staring at the simmering ashes of a pyre, the elemental sword of fire glowing dully at its center, a birthing cloth in his hands swaddled around a sleeping infant. The baby’s head, the only part of it visible, seemed to glow ethereall...
“Grunthor, will you consider doing me two important favors, please?” The giant’s amber eyes twinkled affectionately. “O’ course, Duchess—you ought to know by now Oi’d do anything for you.” Her eyes sparkled warmly in return. “I do, but my mother always told me it was polite to ask, even if you al...
When they got to the gate, there was no one there except the gate guard and the town crier, who was polishing his bell. “Oliver said it was only three miles or so,” Ven said, looking down the road. “We could walk.” “Let’s wait for a little while,” C...
"Shhh," he whispered. "I'm delivering parsnips." "Well, yes," said Ven quietly in return. "I can see that. But why? I just saw you yesterday. I thought you couldn't even get out of the castle without all of Westland and the entire Castle Elysian knowing about it." "That's usually true," said the ...
It had been more than a thousand years since she had last visited the place that had been known at the time as Canrif, the Cymrian word for century. It had been so named because a First Generationer named Hague, Gwylliam the Visionary’s best friend and confidant, had famously told the first Lord ...
“Me, sir?” “You may as well go with them,” said the Cormorant. “They already have your name.” He sounded annoyed. “You will take them past the kelp beds to the Underwater Forest, then through the Sea Desert and beyond to the Festival. Deliver this message to whoever has been crowned king of the s...