I hope that maybe Mrs Brennan will deciede on a fourth book, kill off the Princess and allow the two main characters to be together once and for all.
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And then theres the whole story involving Euan - what a massive disappointment as well. As much as I'm sure readers want Valeria and Kerrec together, you have to question how making Euan turning out to be an innocent victim in this whole storyline is possible.
You feel sorry for him. I just found this book to be extremly confusing, not well thought out, and thrown together..
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Very disappointing for a very promising series. I had enjoyed the previous two books, but just found the characters to be utterly irritating and foolish. Maybe that was just an attempt to make them more human, but I found myself wanting to throttle them more often than not. First off Kerrec ultimately just has to marry someone other than Valeria in order to provide an heir. First I simply thought that was rather contrived and that there was little exploration of other options which in a real life situation surely would have been available.
If you can change the law to make a "dead" prince come back so that his children can succeed the throne than surely it wouldn't be the end of the world to have his wife be the famous rider who's saved Aurelia how many times now?! But even if we assume that there really was no other way, I could barely stand him in that he just thought it was ok to speak to Valeria incredibly briefly about this rather life changing subject and then spend the next 10 days engrossed in wedding festivities and never even bother to take the time to talk to her, make sure she's dealing with this ok, or even realize that she's no longer there.
Yet a welcoming orange glow of firelight spilling out from some of the windows, a scent of smoke and of cooking from inside the houses, reassured Winloki that the city was not entirely deserted. Perhaps it was only the hour and the dirty weather that kept everyone inside. His wounds, never quite healed, had opened again. The cut on his face seeped blood, and she saw ominous dark stains on his bandaged right hand.
The lane broadened and cross-streets ran in both directions. After about a mile they turned down one of them. Penetrating deeper and deeper into the city, Winloki gradually began to comprehend the sheer immensity of it, the great sprawl of buildings stretching out for miles in every direction. Under the overcast sky, the way grew dimmer and dimmer between the tall houses. She thought that even when the sun shone the narrowest streets would lie in deep shadow most of the day.
The buildings were all hard stone and slate. What wood there was in door and shutters had weathered to the same stony grey. Perhaps it would not seem so forbidding by day when the streets teemed with activity—yet the windows of all the inns and taverns she had passed were dark, and she had not seen a single open door.
Would even daylight bring these reclusive people out? They turned a corner and a formidable wall flanked by square turrets loomed up ahead of them. It was a great castle or fortress within the fortress that was the city, and she had not even seen it behind the high houses.
Torches smoking and sputtering in the rain illuminated a wide public square at the foot of the gatehouse. They looked tough and wary, not one of them younger than middle age. But she had seen no young men in Rhuadllyn. The wars, perhaps, had taken them all. This time no one asked questions; there was no difficulty gaining admittance. Inside the courtyard, a flurry of fevered activity erupted. They turned their horses immediately and rode back out the gate.
They would have such a tale to tell their children and grandchildren, thought Winloki, but for now they were simply glad to be released from his service. He seemed to know the place well, striding through the torchlit corridors with the air of one taking possession. Before long, they reached a great hall hung round with bright silken banners. Candles burned in tall stands around the room, but the central hearth was cold. A man sumptuously attired in velvet and furs came bustling in, with a crowd of whey-faced attendants behind him.
Meanwhile, his attendants milled around like a hive of ants, apparently expecting some order that never came. As for herself, standing there wet and shivering in that cold hall, she would have gladly traded her share of compliments for a hot bath, dry clothes and a warm bed. Then he raised one hand, and all movement in the room ceased.
Bathed, combed, gowned, and scented, something of the old Winloki was coming back to life—confident, headstrong, and just at that moment flushed with indignation. He too presented a better appearance, having traded his tattered red robes for immaculate scarlet. But they were in his cell-like bedchamber, even more bare of ornament than it was of furniture. No carpets softened the floor, no tapestries the walls. The only concessions to his comfort—and those, she suspected, because he was still convalescent—were a fire on the hearth and a large chair pulled up beside it, from which she had hardly seen him stir.
But the men of Skyrra were not always unlettered, ignorant of the wide world. It was their choice to abandon the knowledge we of the south gave them, and revert to their ancient ways. She knew in her heart that the Skyrran people had lost too much: too much knowledge, too much magic.
If they had not abandoned their cities of stone, banished their wizards, and allowed even their native arts of magic and divination to wither, the primitive tribes of Eisenlonde would not now be harrying them across their own lands. Indeed, the war in the north might already be lost, and how would she know? In the firelight, his skin and hair had taken on a warmer tint, ivory instead of snow, but his eyes were still cold. For what had mercy to do with him, who cared nothing for his own pain, his own disfigurement? She felt a fool for even suggesting it.
For you will not then be a slave to the choices of others. There was a similar window on the opposite wall overlooking the river; this one faced the city. Looking past the inner and outer baileys, and over the castle wall to the houses beyond, the prospect proved disappointing. All she could see through the dim old glass was a landscape of wet roofs piled one above the other, and falling water under a low grey sky. And the unceasing rain had provided a convenient excuse to keep her penned up indoors.
She turned sharply about. You came with me out of Alluinn of your own volition. Whether you are forced to remain there afterwards it is not for me to say. But if you have any complaint to make of your treatment here, be sure it will be dealt with promptly. If anything, she had been the victim of too much cossetting.
The gown she wore now, of plum-colored velvet with trailing sleeves and much lavish embroidery of gold thread, would be deemed too extravagant for a girl of her years on the highest feast day in Skyrra.
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She accepted these offerings, not because she truly believed anyone would be punished for failing to please her, but because they believed it, and she had discovered no better way to put them at ease. Meanwhile, the servants approached her with a cringing servility, which any attempt to discourage only increased. Am I to spend the rest of my days a terror to the servants and a stranger to myself? There is a pestilence spreading, one that baffles the healers.
We are safe here in the fortress, but those who venture out on the streets risk the contagion. Though the spells of the ice giants simulate death, they are slow to kill. We could begin again today. By how many twists and turns, she asked herself, had he led the conversation around to just this point? Or was she the one who had willed it so? In addition to writing fiction, she currently writes two blog series for Tor. She's also written some books under the names of Caitlin Brennan and Kathleen Bryan. What I've Read.
I've been doing a very slow reading project of Judith Tarr's work in publication order, so I've made it through her first 11 novels and to the start of The second book takes us to Constantinople on the eve of the Fourth Crusade, and introduces some more great characters. Tarr does a wonderful job of putting you inside Alf's head and with a medieval Christian mindset. This trilogy shares a setting with the Alamut duology mentioned below. Side note, the second and third books feature a deaf character, which made me more interested in researching disabilities in medieval Europe.
Avaryan Rising: The Hall of the Mountain King , The Lady of Han-Gilen , and A Fall of Princes is her first secondary-world fantasy where the king's grandson comes to his ancestral home to fulfill the destiny ordained by his divine father. This trilogy is fascinating, especially as Tarr challenges your preconceptions over the course of the three books.
A Wind in Cairo set in the s around Egypt and Syria where an absolute asshole is turned into a horse as punishment by a mage and has to work under his enemy. This was a troubling book for me because I had a hard time sympathizing with Hasan, but the other characters more than made up for his failings. Tarr excels in getting us into his mind, and reading parts of this book out loud to my newborn son really drove home how skillful her prose is. This book also had some great examples of male friendship that I really appreciated.
Alamut : Alamut and The Dagger and the Cross are prequels to the Hound and the Falcon trilogy mentioned above but set about 30 years earlier with different characters in the crusader Kingdom of Jerusalem. A elven knight's nephew is killed by an djinn Assassin and he tries to save the rest of the family living there.
Tarr treats both the Christian and Muslim characters equally respectfully and again, really shines at demonstrating the cultural differences and similarities. This book was nominated for a World Fantasy Award, and well deserved, too. Meriamon also provides an interesting look at Egyptian attitudes towards women that made it quite amusing as Meri is among the Greeks in their camp.
As a general note, every single historical novel I've read by herhas come with notes regarding some of the history at the end of each book--especially in the case of Ars Magica , she's not necessarily making that much up! What I Haven't Read. I actually wrote some notes to myself about her other books, mainly about settings, since a lot of her books are historical fantasies, so you may be interested in picking a time period that interests you and just going for it!
In addition, she has over 50 short stories, including some in Mercedes Lackey's Valdemar anthologies talk about a great fit together!
In addition, her Hound and the Falcon trilogy and Alamut duology feature Fae main characters. The Egyptian and Syrian settings above may prove nice for the Non-Western settings, and all of her books have less than 2, Goodreads ratings. She's also written under two different pseudonyms for that square as well!