The land shapes where the Warsingers make music. Profound masters of war, wielding mysterious weapons of power. Within their crucible of battle the turning of an age comes to a young world. An age tolling with an ominous bell’s insidious fury.
She is a monster enslaved, the Wolf. He is her reluctant handler, the Red. Together they are the protectors of their leader, their savior, their tyrant, Grandmother. This is their pilgrimage.
Prophecy sends Brand Wilde to sell his smoke apples in Minian. Dangerous upheaval in the mountains, and a growing evil from beneath them has him seeking answers. There is darkness ahead despite the fire bound within him.
As soon as I saw Erikson listed as inspiration, I had to check this work out. It certainly appears to be shaping up to be epic fantasy in this tradition. There is an emphasis on description and plot as experienced by the characters that is present in these high, epic fantasy novels. That said, there are also some elements of Guy Gavriel Kay as well in the perspective switches mid-chapter and use of otherwise 'unimportant' characters to get an atmosphere or plot point across. Since all of these are authors I greatly enjoy, I have only good things to say about this promising beginning, and look forward to reading more!
As soon as I saw Erikson listed as inspiration, I had to check this work out. It certainly appears to be shaping up to be epic fantasy in this tradition. There is an emphasis on description and plot as experienced by the characters that is present in these high, epic fantasy novels. That said, there are also some elements of Guy Gavriel Kay as well in the perspective switches mid-chapter and use of otherwise 'unimportant' characters to get an atmosphere or plot point across. Since all of these are authors I greatly enjoy, I have only good things to say about this promising beginning, and look forward to reading more!
But now, over forty years of service and an honourable discharge later, the drums have carried forth a tide of memories, of marching side by side with brothers and sisters in arms, of glorious victories and harrowing flights, of standing elbow to elbow with men and women who had lived and died together, the only ones who understood the dark embers of triumph and the deep chill of loss they saw when they looked into each other’s eyes.
But now, over forty years of service and an honourable discharge later, the drums have carried forth a tide of memories, of marching side by side with brothers and sisters in arms, of glorious victories and harrowing flights, of standing elbow to elbow with men and women who had lived and died together, the only ones who understood the dark embers of triumph and the deep chill of loss they saw when they looked into each other’s eyes.
Twenty years on from the dissolution of the ancestral monarchy and the bitter civil war that followed, the white stone city of Nahol lies peaceful. But while mortals vie for power, the magics that comprise the very world of Enai begin to stir.
