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Øyvind

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Mostly reading fantasy and science fiction books, reading while commuting is genius :D

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2024 Reading Goal

62% complete! Øyvind has read 15 of 24 books.

reviewed Empire's Ruin by Brian Staveley (Ashes of the unhewn throne, #1)

Brian Staveley: Empire's Ruin (Paperback, 2022, Pan Macmillan) 5 stars

A way different feeling book than the previous books

5 stars

This book is set some years after The last mortal bond, and it is the first book in a new trilogy. There are repeat characters from his earlier books as well as some totally new ones, the amount of character development some of the characters go through is extremely large when compared to his previous books and I like it. Even if I don't necessarily always like the way the character develop is it mostly rooted in reasons that's understandable. The world is expanded quite a lot in this book and we learn even more of the history of it. And I'm really looking forward to see how things will play out in the next books. I think that most people would enjoy the book, and I think quite a few people will like this book even if they disliked the earlier books by Brian Staveley

reviewed The emperor's blades by Brian Staveley (Chronicle of the Unhewn Throne, #1)

Brian Staveley: The emperor's blades (2014) 4 stars

The children of an assassinated emperor try to stay alive and avenge their father's death …

What are the Emperor's Blades?

4 stars

The world Brian Staveley introduces to us in this book is interesting and well thought out. The story is good, but it's missing something from being awesome. There is in my mind a good reason to why the viewpoints of the story are split like they are, I know some people dislikes parts of it and I also get why. Most of the plot progression from Adares point of view could probably have been told from either Kadens or Valyns PoV in regards to the story of this book. However certain nuances would be lost and we would se less of the brilliant world building that underpins this book. The three main characters while not revolutionary in any ways work well, and the way they are used to show different parts of the world works really well. I would love to see more of the Ketteral stuff as that's partly …

Brian Staveley: Skullsworn (Paperback, 2017, Pan Macmillan) 5 stars

Pyrre Lakatur doesn't like the word skullsworn. It fails to capture the faith and grace, …

A story about love, death, and a delta

5 stars

I have been told that all stories are about, love death and the ocean. In this book are we following Pyrre a priestess to be of death or Ananshael as the God of Death is known in the universe of the Unhewn Throne. One of Pyrre's tasks are to find her true love and kill him or her. And it all happens in a city built in a river delta. So for once the formula more or less holds true.

The writing is really good, and it is sometimes really poetic. In some way's I wish we could have seen more of the Annurian empire, but the story keeps us primarily to a small corner of that well fleshed out world. If you want more read some of Brians other books. The story is short and it has a few interesting twists along the way, there is some character development …

Brian Staveley: Skullsworn (Paperback, 2017, Pan Macmillan) 5 stars

Pyrre Lakatur doesn't like the word skullsworn. It fails to capture the faith and grace, …

Death resists all comparison and simile. This is something I learned in my first year at Rassambur. To say death is like a land beyond the sea or like an endless scream is to miss the point. Death is not like anything. There is no craft analogous to Ananshael's work. The truest response to his mystery and majesty is silence. On the other hand, to remain silent is to encourage the fantasies of the uninitiate—skulls brimming with blood, graveyard orgies, infants dangling like impractical chandeliers from the ceilings of candlelit caverns—and so maybe an imperfect analogy is better than none at all. Take a grape. The purple skin is muted, as if by mist or fog. Polish it, or not then pop it into your mouth. The flesh is firm beneath the cool, smooth skin. If you find yourself becoming aroused, stop. Start imagining over. The grape is a grape. Imagine it properly, or this will not work. Now. What does the grape taste like? A grape tastes like a grape? Of course not. Until you bite the grape, it has no taste. It might as well be a stone lifted from the cold current of some river in autumn: a smooth, chill orb, reticent, flavorless. You could hold it trapped between your palate and tongue forever, with only the faintest hint of juice at the tiny breach where it was plucked from the stem. You are like that grape—plump with slick, rich sweetness, with wet purple life. The truth of life is the grape's truth: only when jaws bite down, when the skin splits, when the sun-cold flesh explodes onto the tongue does it matter. Without the moment of its own destruction, the grape is just a smooth, colorful stone. Without the foreknowledge of the woman who holds it in her hand, her anticipation, before it even passes her lips, of the mangled skin and the sweet life draining over the tongue, the grape would hold no savor.

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This is so well written, not to mention it such a weird comparison as well.