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kalinaraSo Curse of the Mistwraith hit a kind of sweet spot for me. It's something I really enjoyed reading, but at the same time, it's so ridiculous and over the top that I had no trouble finding ways to make fun of it. Even now, when I'm feeling down I can remind myself of how I am not scarred by severe conscience. And I feel, if not better, than at least distracted by the case of the giggles. Close enough.
So we embark on the sequel, Ships of Merior. Now, an interesting note about Ships of Merior is that it, and ITS direct sequel "Warhost of Vastmark" were originally meant to be one book. But it was too long for paperback. I'll remind you that Mistwraith was more than 800 pages in paperback form. So. Yeah.
Because of this, the pacing may be a little off. And the ending may feel a little less resolved than Mistwraith's did. I'm only guessing that, because the last time I read this, I binged like eight books in a row and thus while I remember some of the major plot events, I can't exactly pinpoint when they happen.
If you recall, Mistwraith started with a prologue. Something about sages in the seventh age doing some mystic thing to find out the truth of the events. We have no such prologue here. Instead, we jump straight in.
But first, let's make fun of the old cover a little bit, shall we?
Let's see: angsty, musical instrument, wonky eyebrows...that's our Arithon!
(If you go to Janny Wurts's website, you can see the full painting that made up this cover and it's pretty stunning.)
The hardcover version of Ships of Merior has a slightly manlier cover, Arithon with a bow and arrow and a kind of hilarious expression, but that ended up the cover of Warhost of Vastmark instead. You'll see it eventually.
But now let's dive in to one of these massive chapters. This one is "Miscreant".
( Perhaps surprisingly, this chapter title does NOT refer to my favorite chaotic asshole )
So we embark on the sequel, Ships of Merior. Now, an interesting note about Ships of Merior is that it, and ITS direct sequel "Warhost of Vastmark" were originally meant to be one book. But it was too long for paperback. I'll remind you that Mistwraith was more than 800 pages in paperback form. So. Yeah.
Because of this, the pacing may be a little off. And the ending may feel a little less resolved than Mistwraith's did. I'm only guessing that, because the last time I read this, I binged like eight books in a row and thus while I remember some of the major plot events, I can't exactly pinpoint when they happen.
If you recall, Mistwraith started with a prologue. Something about sages in the seventh age doing some mystic thing to find out the truth of the events. We have no such prologue here. Instead, we jump straight in.
But first, let's make fun of the old cover a little bit, shall we?
Let's see: angsty, musical instrument, wonky eyebrows...that's our Arithon!
(If you go to Janny Wurts's website, you can see the full painting that made up this cover and it's pretty stunning.)
The hardcover version of Ships of Merior has a slightly manlier cover, Arithon with a bow and arrow and a kind of hilarious expression, but that ended up the cover of Warhost of Vastmark instead. You'll see it eventually.
But now let's dive in to one of these massive chapters. This one is "Miscreant".
( Perhaps surprisingly, this chapter title does NOT refer to my favorite chaotic asshole )