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When an engineer is sentenced to death for a petty transgression of guild law, he flees the city, leaving behind his wife and daughter. Forced into exile, he seeks a terrible vengeance -- one that will leave a trail of death and destruction in its wake. But he will not be able to achieve this by himself. He must draw up his plans using the blood of others...

In a compelling tale of intrigue and injustice, K. J. Parker's embittered hero takes ...
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Overview

When an engineer is sentenced to death for a petty transgression of guild law, he flees the city, leaving behind his wife and daughter. Forced into exile, he seeks a terrible vengeance -- one that will leave a trail of death and destruction in its wake. But he will not be able to achieve this by himself. He must draw up his plans using the blood of others...

In a compelling tale of intrigue and injustice, K. J. Parker's embittered hero takes up arms against his enemies, using the only weapons he has left to him: his ingenuity and his passion -- his devices and desires.

"A richly textured and emotionally complex fantasy...Highly recommended."
--- Library Journal (Starred Review)

"When so many fantasy sagas are tired, warmed-over affairs, a writer like K.J. Parker is more of a hurricane than a breath of fresh air."
--- Dreamwatch
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Parker (the Scavenger trilogy) raises the bar for realistic fantasy war craft with this series opener. When the engineering guild sentences Ziani Vaatzes to death for improving on its supposedly perfect specifications for mechanical toys, he manages to escape Mezentia and throws in his lot with its recently defeated enemy, city-state Eremia. In exile, Vaatzes sets up shop making weapons, but his real goal is to create a new kind of engine-one made of human components, designed to reunite him with his family. He painstakingly executes a slow-moving master plan involving love, betrayal and secrets among the two countries' leaders. The tragic aftermath of the climactic battle forces a rereading of all that went before. It takes some hard slogging to get through assiduously researched technical descriptions of everything from dressing a duke to hunting a boar, and a few too many coincidences and expository speeches mar Parker's otherwise exquisite feat of literary engineering. (Oct.)

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Those who prefer epics painted in sophisticated shades of gray to ultimate battles of good and evil will relish this first volume of a trilogy, published in the U.K. in 2005. The Perpetual Republic of Mezentia operates according to the principles of mass production; however, those principles are so calcified that innovation is not only stifled, it's punishable by death. When weapons engineer Ziani Vaatzes is condemned for making a nonstandard mechanical doll for his daughter's birthday, he manages to evade his jailors and escape to the small duchy of Eremia Montis. Jealous of their secrets, Mezentia is prepared to exterminate all of Eremia to prevent Vaatzes from passing on any of his knowledge. Meanwhile, Vaatzes is concocting a complex scheme that will allow him to return to his beloved wife and child. This scheme, which Vaatzes imagines as a vast machine, involves war on a massive scale and betrayals both large and small. Thousands will be destroyed in the operation of Vaatzes's device, but he simply doesn't care, as long as he gets to go home. After a flood of books that revolve around the fight for a throne, the destruction of evil and/or the search for a long-lost magical McGuffin, it's refreshing and innovative to read a work whose plot is based on simple and deeply personal stakes. Highly recommended, especially to readers tired of the usual thing.
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781841492759
  • Publisher: Time Warner UK
  • Publication date: 11/28/2004
  • Series: Engineer Trilogy Series , #1
  • Pages: 480
  • Product dimensions: 5.30 (w) x 8.50 (h) x 1.80 (d)

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K.J. Parker is a pseudonym.
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Devices and Desires
By K. J. Parker Orbit Copyright © 2005 K. J. Parker
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ISBN: 978-0-316-00338-4


Chapter One "The quickest way to a man's heart," said the instructor, "is proverbially through his stomach. But if you want to get into his brain, I recommend the eye-socket."

Like a whip cracking, he uncurled his languid slouch into the taut, straight lines of the lunge. His forearm launched from the elbow like an arrow as his front leg plunged forward, and the point of the long, slim sword darted, neat as a component in a machine, through the exact center of the finger-ring that dangled from a cord tied to the beam.

It was typical of Valens' father that he insisted on his son learning the new fencing; the stock, the tuck, the small-sword and the rapier. It was elegant, refined, difficult, endlessly time-consuming and, of course, useless. A brigandine or even a thick winter coat would turn one of those exquisite points; if you wanted to have any chance of doing useful work, you had to aim for the holes in the face, targets no bigger than an eight-mark coin. Against a farm worker with a hedging tool, you stood no chance whatsoever. But, for ten years, Valens had flounced and stretched up and down a chalk line in a drafty shed that hadn't been cleaned out since it was still a stable. When he could hit the apple, the instructor had hung up a plum, and then a damson. Now he could get the damson nine times out of ten, and so the ring had taken its place. Once he'd mastered that, he wondered what he'd be faced with next. The eye of a darning-needle, probably.

"Better," the instructor said, as the point of Valens' sword nicked the ring's edge, making it tinkle like a cow-bell. "Again."

It was typical of Valens that he suffered through his weekly lesson, face frozen and murder in his heart, always striving to do better even though he knew the whole thing was an exercise in fatuity. Fencing was last lesson but one on a Monday; on Wednesday evening, when he actually had an hour free, he paid one of the guardsmen four marks an hour to teach him basic sword and shield, and another two marks to keep the secret from his father. He was actually quite good at proper fencing, or so the guardsman said; but the tuck had no cutting edge, only a point, so he couldn't slice the grin off the instructor's face with a smart backhand wrap, as he longed to do. Instead, he was tethered to this stupid chalk line, like a grazing goat.

"That'll do," the instructor said, two dozen lunges later. "For next week, I want you to practice the hanging guard and the volte."

Valens dipped his head in a perfunctory nod; the instructor scooped up his armful of swords, unhooked his ring and left the room. It was still raining outside, and he had a quarter of an hour before he had to present himself in the west tower for lute and rebec. Awkwardly - it was too small for him at the best of times, and now his fingers were hot and swollen - he eased the ring off his right index finger and cast around for a bit of string.

Usually, he did much better when the instructor wasn't there, when he was on his own. That was fatuous too, since the whole idea of a sword-fight is that there's someone to fight with. Today, though, he was worse solo than he'd been during the lesson. He lunged again, missed, hit the string, which wrapped itself insultingly round the sword-point. Maybe it was simply too difficult for him.

That thought didn't sit comfortably, so he came at the problem from a different angle. Obviously, he told himself, the reason I can't do it is because it's not difficult enough.

Having freed his sword, he stepped back to a length; then he leaned forward just a little and tapped the ring on its edge, setting it swinging. Then he lunged again.

Six times out of six; enough to prove his point. When the ring swung backward and forward, he didn't just have a hole to aim at, he had a line. If he judged the forward allowance right, it was just a simple matter of pointing with the sword as though it was a finger. He steadied the ring until it stopped swinging, stepped back, lunged again and missed. Maybe I should have been a cat, he thought. Cats only lash out at moving objects; if it's still, they can't see it.

He cut the ring off the cord with his small knife and jammed it back on his finger, trapping a little fold of skin. Rebec next; time to stop being a warrior and become an artist. When he was Duke, of course, the finest musicians in the world would bribe his chamberlains for a chance to play while he chatted to his guests or read the day's intelligence reports, ignoring them completely. The son of a powerful, uneducated man has a hard time of it, shouldering the burden of all the advantages his father managed so well without.

An hour of the rebec left his fingertips numb and raw; and then it was time for dinner. That brought back into sharp focus the question he'd been dodging and parrying all day; would she still be there, or had his father sent her back home? If she'd left already - if, while he'd been scanning hexameters and hendecasyllables, stabbing at dangling jewelry and picking at wire, she'd packed up her bags and walked out of his life, possibly forever - at least he wouldn't have to sit all night at the wrong end of the table, straining to catch a word or two of what she said to someone else. If she was still here. . . . He cast up his mental accounts, trying to figure out if he was owed a miracle. On balance, he decided, probably not. According to the holy friars, it took three hundred hours of prayer or five hundred of good works to buy a miracle, and he was at least sixty short on either count. All he could afford out of his accrued merit was a revelatory vision of the Divinity, and he wasn't too bothered about that.

If she was still here.

On the off chance, he went back to his room, pulled off his sweaty, dusty shirt and winnowed through his clothes-chest for a replacement. The black, with silver threads and two gold buttons at the neck, made him look like a jackdaw, so he went for the red, with last year's sleeves (but, duke's son or not, he lived in the mountains; if it came in from outside, it came slowly, on a mule), simply because it was relatively clean and free of holes. Shoes; his father chose his shoes for him, and the fashion was still for poulaines, with their ridiculously long pointy toes. He promised himself that she wouldn't be able to see his feet under the table (besides, she wouldn't still be here), and pulled out his good mantle from the bottom of the chest. It was only civet, but it helped mask the disgraceful length of his neck. A glance in the mirror made him wince, but it was the best he could do.

Sixty hours, he told himself; sixty rotten hours I could've made up easily, if only I'd known.

Protocol demanded that he sit on his father's left at dinner. Tonight, the important guest was someone he didn't know, although the man's brown skin and high cheekbones made it easy enough to guess where he was from. An ambassador from Mezentia; no wonder his father was preoccupied, waving his hands and smiling (two generations of courtiers had come to harm trying to point out to the Duke that his smile was infinitely more terrifying than his frown), while the little bald brown man nodded politely and picked at his dinner like a starling. One quick look gave Valens all the information he needed about what was going on there. On his own left, the Chancellor was discussing climbing roses with the controller of the mines. So that was all right; he was free to look round without having to talk to anybody.

She was still here. There was a tiny prickle of guilt mixed in with his relief. She was, after all, a hostage. If she hadn't been sent home, it meant that there'd been some last-minute hitch in the treaty negotiations, and the war between the two dukedoms, two centuries old, was still clinging on to life by a thread. Sooner or later, though, the treaty would be signed: peace would end the fighting and the desperate waste of lives and money, heal the country's wounds and bring the conscript farmers and miners back home; peace would take her away from him before he'd even had a chance to talk to her alone. For now, though, the war was still here and so was she.

(A small diplomatic incident, maybe; if he could contrive it that their ambassador bumped into him on the stairs and knocked him down a flight or two. Would an act of clumsiness toward the heir apparent be enough to disrupt the negotiations for a week or ten days? On the other hand, if he fell awkwardly and broke his neck, might that not constitute an act of war, leading to summary execution of the hostages? And he'd be dead too, of course, for what that was worth.)

Something massive stirred on his right; his father was standing up to say something, and everybody had stopped talking. There was a chance it might be important (Father loved to annoy his advisers by making vital announcements out of the blue at dinner), so Valens tucked in his elbows, looked straight ahead and listened.

But it wasn't anything. The little bald man from Mezentia turned out to be someone terribly important, grand secretary of the Foundrymen's and Machinists' Guild (in Father's court, secretaries were fast-moving, worried-looking men who could write; but apparently they ruled Mezentia, and therefore, by implication, the world), and he was here as an observer to the treaty negotiations, and this was extremely good. Furthermore, as a token of the Republic's respect and esteem, he'd brought an example of cutting-edge Mezentine technology, which they would all have the privilege of seeing demonstrated after dinner.

Distracted as he was by the distant view of the top of her head, Valens couldn't help being slightly curious about that. Everyday Mezentine technology was so all-pervasive you could scarcely turn round in the castle without knocking some of it over. Every last cup and dish, from the best service reserved for state occasions down to the pewter they ate off when nobody was looking, had come from the Republic's rolling mills; every candle stood in a Mezentine brass candlestick, its light doubled by a Mezentine mirror hanging from a Mezentine nail. But extra-special cuttingedge didn't make it up the mountain passes very often, which meant they had to make do with rumors; the awestruck whispers of traders and commercial travelers, the panicky reports of military intelligence, and the occasional gross slander from a competitor, far from home and desperate. If the little bald man had brought a miracle with him (the ten-thousand-mark kind, rather than the three-hundred-hour variety), Valens reckoned he could spare a little attention for it, though his heart might be broken beyond repair by even the masters of the Solderers' and Braziers' Guild.

The miracle came in a plain wooden crate. It was no more than six feet long by three wide, but it took a man at each corner to move it - a heavy miracle, then. Two Mezentines with grave faces and crowbars prised the crate open; out came a lot of straw, and some curly cedar shavings, and then something which Valens assumed was a suit of armor. It was man-high, man-shaped and shiny, and the four attendants lifted it up and set it down on some kind of stand. Fine, Valens thought. Father'll be happy, he likes armor. But then the attendants did something odd. One of them reached into the bottom of the crate and fished out a steel tube with a ring through one end; a key, but much larger than anything of the kind Valens had seen before. It fitted into a slot in the back of the armor; some kind of specially secure, sword-proof fastening? Apparently not; one of the attendants began turning it over and over again, and each turn produced a clicking sound, like the skittering of mice's feet on a thin ceiling. Meanwhile, two more crates had come in. One of them held nothing more than an ordinary blacksmith's anvil - polished, true, like a silver chalice, but otherwise no big deal. The other was full of tools; hammers, tongs, cold chisels, swages, boring stuff. The anvil came to rest at the suit of armor's feet, and one of the Mezentines prised open the suit's steel fingers and closed them around the stem of a three-pound hammer.

"The operation of the machine ..." Valens looked round to see who was talking. It was the short, bald man, the grand secretary. He had a low, rich voice with a fairly mild accent. "The operation of the machine is quite straightforward. A powerful spiral spring, similar to those used in clockwork, is put under tension by winding with a key. Once released, it bears on a flywheel, causing it to spin. A gear train and a series of cams and connecting rods transmits this motion to the machine's main spindle, from which belt-driven takeoffs power the arms. Further cams and trips effect the reciprocating movement, simulating the work of the human arm."

Whatever that was supposed to mean. It didn't look like anybody else understood it either, to judge from the rows of perfectly blank faces around the tables. But then the key-turner stopped turning, pulled out his key and pushed something; and the suit of armor's arm lifted to head height, stopped and fell, and the hammer in its hand rang on the anvil like a silver bell.

Not armor after all; Valens could feel his father's disappointment through the boards of the table. Of course Valens knew what it was, though he'd never seen anything like it. He'd read about it in some book; the citizens of the Perpetual Republic had a childish love of mechanical toys, metal gadgets that did things almost but not quite as well as people could. It was a typically Mezentine touch to send a mechanical blacksmith. Here is a machine, they were saying, that could make another machine just like itself, the way you ordinary humans breed children. Well; it was their proud boast that they had a machine for everything. Mechanizing reproduction, though, was surely cutting off their noses to spite their collective face.

The hammer rang twelve times, then stopped. Figures, Valens thought. You get a dozen hits at a bit of hot metal before it cools down and needs to go back in the fire. While you're waiting for it to heat up again, you've got time to wind up your mechanical slave. Query whether turning the key is harder work than swinging the hammer yourself would be. In any event, it's just a trip-hammer thinly disguised as a man. Now then; a man convincingly disguised as a trip-hammer, that'd be worth walking a mile to see.

Stunned silence for a moment or so, followed by loud, nervous applause. The little grand secretary stood up, smiled vaguely and sat down again; that concluded the demonstration.

Ten minutes after he got up from the table, Valens couldn't remember what he'd just eaten, or the name of the trade attach? he'd just been introduced to, or the date; as for the explanation of how the heavy miracle worked, it had vanished from his mind completely. That was unfortunate.

"I was wondering," she repeated. "Did you understand what that man said, about how the metal blacksmith worked? I'm afraid I didn't catch any of it, and my father's sure to ask me when I get home."

So she was going home, then. The irony; at last he was talking to her, and tomorrow she was going away. Further irony; it had been his father himself who'd brought them together; Valens, come over here and talk to the Countess Sirupati. Father had been towering over her, the way the castle loomed over the village below, all turrets and battlements, and he'd been smiling, which accounted for the look of terror in her eyes. Valens had wanted to reassure her; it's all right, he hasn't actually eaten anybody for weeks. Instead, he'd stood and gawped, and then he'd looked down at his shoes (poulaines, with the ridiculous pointy toes). And then she'd asked him about the mechanical blacksmith.

He pulled himself together, like a boy trying to draw his father's bow. "I'm not really the right person to ask," he said. "I don't know a lot about machines and stuff."

Her expression didn't change, except that it glazed slightly. Of course she didn't give a damn about how the stupid machine worked; she was making conversation. "I think," he went on, "that there's a sort of wheel thing in its chest going round and round, and it's linked to cogs and gears and what have you. Oh, and there's cams, to turn the round and round into up and down."

She blinked at him. "What's a cam?" she asked.

"Ah." What indeed? "Well, it's sort of ..." Three hours a week with a specially imported Doctor of Rhetoric, from whom he was supposed to learn how to express himself with clarity, precision and grace. "It's sort of like this," he went on, miming with his hands. "The wheel goes round, you see, and on the edge of the wheel there's like a bit sticking out. Each time it goes round, it kind of bashes on a sort of lever arrangement, like a see-saw; and the lever thing pivots, like it goes down at the bashed end and up at the other end - that's how the arm lifts - and when it's done that, it drops down again under its own weight, nicely in time for the sticky-out bit on the wheel to bash it again. And so on."

"I see," she said. "Yes, I think I understand it now."

"Really?"

"No," she said. "But thank you for trying."

He frowned. "Well, it was probably the worst explanation of anything I've ever heard in my life."

(Continues...)



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  • Posted December 9, 2008

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    Enthralling sf

    Due to its incredible industrial base with advanced technology, the Mezentine Republic is the superpower. Two neighboring people, the Vadani and the Eremians resent their superiority. Whereas the Vandai leadership uses guile in its dealing with the powerful Republic, the Eremians invade only to be slaughtered by their foes due to superior technological weaponry especially the mechanical Scorpions.----------------- However, in the ruins of the slaughter, opportunity arises. Guild foreman and engineer Ziani Vaatzes has fled the Republic to avoid execution for breaking the rules. He offers the Eremians his knowledge of weaponry for safety and the opportunity to see his beloved wife and daughter one last time. However, Mezentines realizing that Ziani may sell them out and attack the Eremians to insure they remain the sole superpower.------------------ The first book of the Engineer Trilogy is a fascinating look at power mostly through the machinations of the scheming lying Ziani, who manipulates people as he climbs the social pyramid to get the support to meet his obsessed goal. He does this with the backdrop of nations selling violence and control as the key to regional ownership of a global economy. Although the antihero Ziani¿s skills are incredible, luck and coincidence helps him stay alive while his plausibility index is somewhere over Everest and his ethics somewhere in hell as he sacrifices innocent people to further his cause. Still this is an entertaining tale of one man who to achieve his quest requires him to be Machiavelli and Rove.------------ Harriet Klausner

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  • Posted June 16, 2009

    Go ahead and buy the whole trilogy

    I knew nothing of this writer and just picked up D&D in the store and started browsing the first few pages - still like the physical visit to a store for that unplanned selection.

    You certainly have to work with the writer (The exposition takes the whole of this book and the others in the trilogy). Strong characters - no black and white here - all seem to have redeeming and dislikable traits and these again evolve over time. The book gets pretty technical at times as we learn how to defend a castle, build cross-bows, etc but with Parker this learning is great fun.

    Buy the trilogy and that is the summer's reading sorted out!

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  • Posted April 13, 2009

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    Fantastic Book

    I am certainly no book critic but I did not want to see such a superb book sit at 3.5 stars. This book is filled with intrigue, stunning visual descriptions and a flow that makes it very hard to put down. The author has done a terrific job of getting readers to understand and relate to the plot and its key players.

    To add to its appeal this novel strays from the typical knight in shining armor hero's tale and instead is played out on a much darker field where you find yourself enjoying the lies and betrayals of Ziani as he builds his mechanism of revenge. Tens of thousands die, friends and heros are betrayed, and unlikely heros emerge from the fray.

    All in all I found this book fantastic and I think anyone with half a brain would also. If your idea of fantasy is wizards hurling fireballs or knights slaying dragons, of which this book has none, then perhaps you would be disappointed. But I doubt it. Kudos to the author, buy it, read it. You will not regret it.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 3, 2013

    Very, very dry.

    The premise behind the series is a good one. The main character is definitely not your standard cookie-cutter protagonist. The writing style and how paragraphs stretched on and on without really anything substantial made the book less enjoyable. I was literally forcing myself to finish it. Also the technical terms and descriptions used for the machinery really didn't help me visualize, only burdened me with googling terms I didn't know so that I could figure out what he was talking about. At the end I was frustrated with the monologue given to explain the protagonist's motives, it made him feel two-dimensional and I was trying to find spoilers for the rest of the series so I could at least find out what happens without having to muddle through another volume I couldn't enjoy.

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  • Posted July 12, 2012

    A slow start, but by the end it is blazing hot!

    Devices and Desires is about a simple man who does simple honest work (a weapon engineer) but has the tinkerer's itch. Unfortunately this itch gets him sentenced to death, but he escapes, but to what end he does not know, since fugitives are hunted without mercy by his city, Mezentia, the most powerful city in the immediate area. By his engineering ingenuity and a fair does of luck, Ziani Vaatzes sets plans and people in motion to achieve one simple goal: to reunite him with his family. But there will be Hell to pay for standing against on "The Invincible Republic." This book reads somewhat like a psychology book in my opinion. I know that probably sounds strange, but there are no real static characters. Every major character has distinct personality quirks, strengths, and flaws. The intriguing bit is that the characters are very aware of these flaws and are constantly trying to justify them or change them. The character growth and development is a bit slow, but it is rich in its breadth, as nations clash and honor is pitted against common sense and duty is pitted against self-preservation. A real thought provoking piece that features both the wise and the foolish, the smart and the dumb. Many times characters will surprise you with what they decide to do in reaction to events surrounding them. This book is a bit of work to get through, mostly because of the backstory, but it really is a labor of love, because by the midway point you are sufficiently intrigued to see what happens next and by the end you are like "What?! Why would he/she do that???" and then you are left with a decent cliff hanger and the fate of nations lie in the balance of what is to come next. Also, as I myself an engineer, I appreciate the methodic mindset that the author takes when describing the Mezentine Empire and how Ziani perceives others and how they perceive him and his fellow Mezentines. Lastly, the book gets 4/5 stars because of the slow start. If somehow it could have picked up the pace quicker, it would have easily earned 5/5. I'm looking forward to the next two in the trilogy :) .

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 21, 2012

    Fantasy for grown-ups

    Fantasy writing that can be considered literature

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  • Posted March 8, 2012

    Story telling at it's finest. Interesting premise and believabl

    Story telling at it's finest. Interesting premise and believable characters you want to read about. Politics, intrigue, knights, castles, it's got it all. I'm already on the 2nd installment of the trilogy and enjoying it as well.

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  • Posted July 11, 2011

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    Dark Fantasy Done Right

    A wonderful tale of what one man will do when not the whole world, but HIS world, is on the line. For the entire series, the only thing I can complain about is that The Escapement is very short by comparison. All in all, this series doesn't disappoint.

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  • Posted June 26, 2011

    Strongest of the trilogy

    This is a trilogy that started very strong and then faltered. it's as if the writer had greta confidence in laying out the world and the character, and setting events in motion, but after the climactic events of book 1, wasn't sure where to go. Book 2 was IMO a letdown and book 3 just gets bogged down in some not-very-interesting siege developments. My advice is, try this and if you like it pick up #2 with some tempered expectations.

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  • Posted May 3, 2011

    A Riveting Story

    From the first few pages to the end of the final book I was completely enthralled by this story. So many twists and turns in the plot that you never know what comes next.

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  • Posted December 16, 2010

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    Kidding me?! o.O

    I burned this. I didn't get far until I knew this sucked. Not to be rude to the author, but this didn't really make me anymore intrigued. To much thought and A LOT less talking. I was going mad because there was just () a lot of the time and mostly the characters thinking in their minds. Why the heck would you have your characters thinking mentally? Why not speaking a loud or something?

    Including that there was to many people to keep track of, also when you don't have a map on the front page before the first chapter. That would help out a lot. Tell about where places are, also would help when you REALLY don't know where the bloody characters are at. How would anyone know where the different people are if they arn't given some type of map of the world and different countries. :/

    Not sure if a author would waste his time looking at feedback but, this would need a make over because it doesn't even have a whole lot of emotion. I was pretty bored when I was at pg. 50 and I burned it after pg. 115. When I read other books I had a usual laugh here and there in a book. I had none in this, even in a book about betrayal and devastation there should be some humor, even something small place would make it worth while.

    Eh, I'm no author but, I wouldn't make a book without some comedic parts.

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  • Posted September 28, 2010

    excellent writing, amazing plot !

    i read alot of science fiction, and this series by kj parker is the best that i have read ! from the very begging it will hold your attention. its about an engineer whos sentenced to death for an unfair ruling ! and the plot just gets better and better ! i strongly recommend it !

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  • Posted May 27, 2010

    To much perspective shifting with no continuity to go with it.

    I liked the overall story and idea behind this book and it's sequels. It has a nice solid and believable story line. I mean what hero doesn't want to get back to their family regardless of how many people have to die?

    While I like the story as a whole I really did not care for K.J. Parker's writing style. There were often times I was left trying to figure out which character was talking or thinking. And sometimes in the middle of the same paragraph the perspective would shift from one character's thoughts to another's and not in a very contentious way. I often had to reread paragraphs to figure out just which character's head I was in (not a problem I typically have).

    I also had a hard time getting into K.J. Parker's attempts at humor. Again there were inconsistencies in this area. I definitely saw some Terry Prachett influences here which really did not fit well with the over-all theme and approach of the story.

    Overall it is an okay story but not one I would read again.

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  • Posted April 29, 2010

    Parker is an author who Gets It

    First of a trilogy, this fantasy novel is about an engineer who starts a major war so he can be re-united with his wife and daughter.

    Mezentia is a city-state that is the local technological superpower. They don't let their technical knowledge get out to the surrounding kingdoms, which is how they keep their superiority. Mezentia is also a land of guilds, where technical specifications and tolerances were decided long ago. It is written into law that, for instance, a certain gear shall be no larger than a certain size (down to hundredths of an inch) or a certain lever shall be a certain length, and no longer. Ziani Vaatzes, a talented engineer, breaks the rules, unintentionally, in building a mechanical toy for his daughter. He is sentenced to death by the Mezentian Council, accused of Abomination, and manages to escape with his life.

    Vaatzes is picked up by the remnants of the army of Eremia, one of the neighboring kingdoms. They are struggling to get back home after attacking Mezentia, and getting slaughtered by superior Mezentian weapons. His offer to train Eremians in how to build the weapons that just decimated their army is politely declined, but Vaatzes is set up in a factory of his own by the Eremian equivalent of a venture capitalist. Vaatzes does not just start at the beginning, he has plenty of building, planning and training to do just to reach "the beginning." In Mezentia, tolerances and specifications are expected to be exact (anything less is not good enough), but in Eremia, the best Vaatzes can do is "pretty good." He and his employees have scoured the city looking for scrap metal to use in the weapons, but they will get the job done.

    Meantime, the Mezentian Council has learned that Vaatzes is still alive, and is building weapons for the Eremians. The decision is made to invade Eremia, and wipe the entire race off the map. Nothing is more important than Mezentian technological superiority. Civitas Eremiae, the Eremian capital, is built into the side of a mountain, and is nearly impossible for an invading army to conquer. But, it does have a very secret, and very ancient, "back door."

    Parker is an author who Gets It. This is a big novel, but it is an excellent piece of writing that will really keep the reader's interest. I may just read the other two, equally large, parts of this trilogy just because the storytelling is so good.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 10, 2010

    Great pick for those who love intricate story lines

    It's a story of a man whose society wants to destroy him because he dares to improve upon the perfection of their engineering Spefications to create a better working toy for his daughter. How ironic, the most technologically advanced society in their world sees innovation as an abomination punishable by death. Well he escapes to a society that is basically in the dark ages and begins to impart some of his knowledge to them. Well, his home country can't allow that so they hire a huge army of mercenaries to kill him and the entire country (can't have any of their secrets get out)The further you get into the book the more complex it becomes as you start to realize how things were manipulated from the very start as part of a grand design whose purpose has yet to be revealed.
    Sounds dry and boring doesn't it? However, the book flows very well and keeps you involved. I found it hard to put the book down for long. great read for those who like some substance in the story line

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 28, 2006

    an excellent book

    Devices and Desires is a fantastic book. The characters are well developed and highly believable. The plot has many twists and turns. I could not put it down. This is the first book of a trilogy, so the plot will continue to the next books. I would highly recommend Devices and Desires. I was impressed.

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