Fifth Sorceress (The Chronicles of Blood and Stone #1) [NOOK Book]


Not since Terry Goodkind unsheathed the Sword of Truth has there been such an epic tale of heroism and magic that so captures the imagination as this monumental new work by a master storyteller. In The Fifth Sorceress, Robert Newcomb conjures a time and place wrought with exquisite detail, characters vividly drawn and deeply felt, and a history rich in glory and horror, splendor and secrets. . . .

?We gave them a chance once, long ago. . . . ...
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Not since Terry Goodkind unsheathed the Sword of Truth has there been such an epic tale of heroism and magic that so captures the imagination as this monumental new work by a master storyteller. In The Fifth Sorceress, Robert Newcomb conjures a time and place wrought with exquisite detail, characters vividly drawn and deeply felt, and a history rich in glory and horror, splendor and secrets. . . .

“We gave them a chance once, long ago. . . . We offered to share power equally, and in peace. But they refused and chose war. With them it was all or nothing. Wizard against Sorceress. Male against female. Light against dark.”

It is more than three centuries since the ravages of a devastating war nearly tore apart the kingdom of Eutracia. In its wake, those who masterminded the bloodshed—a quartet of powerful, conquest-hungry Sorceresses—were sentenced to exile, with return all but impossible and death all but inevitable. Now a land of peace and plenty, protected and guided by a council of immortal wizards, Eutracia is about to crown a new king. And as the coronation approaches, the spirit of celebration fills every heart. Except one.

Prince Tristan is a reluctant monarch-to-be. Though born with the “endowed” blood that will give him the power to master magic, and destined by tradition to succeed his father as ruler, he is a rebel soul. And when he discovers the ancient, hidden caves where strange red waters flow—possessed of their own mysterious magic—it only makes him yearn all the more to escape his future of duty . . . and succumb to the stirrings of enchantment within him.

But more than tradition compels Tristan to ascend the throne. The very existence of Eutracia depends upon it. For after these long centuries of peace, dreadful omens have begun to appear, heralding something too unspeakable to ponder. And if indeed the old evil has returned, hungry to wreak vengeance, Tristan’s role in an ages-old prophecy must be fulfilled—or the cost to his kingdom and his people will be beyond imagination.

It will be a battle like none ever known, against an enemy whose thirst for blood and domination is depthless and unyielding. And for Tristan, it will be the ultimate challenge: facing an adversary whose greatest weapon is the person he loves most—transformed into the instrument of his annihilation . . . and the catalyst that will doom Eutracia forever to darkness.

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Robert Newcomb's The Fifth Sorceress -- boldly touted by its publisher as "The Epic Fantasy of the Year" -- may actually be just that. Strictly for adults, it is an impressive, extremely brutal and engrossing high-fantasy tome in which no character -- no matter how seemingly critical to the story line -- is invincible. It has all the ingredients of both a stand-alone blockbuster and the solid foundation for an important new fantasy series.

Days from inheriting his homeland's throne, Prince Tristan is wrought with inner turmoil. He hates the idea of ruling Eutracia; he'd much rather be free to do what he wishes, when he wishes, and not be confined to the rigorous schedule and responsibilities of a king. But when a horrific evil, thought forever banished from the world, suddenly returns to seek insidious revenge upon Eutracia, Tristan is thrust into action. To his horror, he is now his homeland's only hope for peace.

The sage wizard Wigg is Tristan's guide across uncharted, monster-populated land and, ultimately, against an army of ruthless, half-human/half-animal warriors and the four extremely depraved and powerful sorceresses who command them.

A treasure chest of complexity, excitement, and raw emotion, The Fifth Sorceress evokes a well-drawn medieval landscape where magic is not only a powerful ally but also a deadly foe if used unwisely. Villains you'll love to hate, heroes you'll cheer for and cry with, a magic that is complex and precarious, and a riveting conclusion that satisfies while paving the way for future installments -- all this make Newcomb's debut simply a joy to read. Andrew LeCount

Publishers Weekly
Newcomb may be a newcomer to fantasy writing, but it doesn't show in this surprisingly original doorstopper. After wreaking all sorts of havoc in the kingdom of Eutracia, the evil sorceresses of the Coven were overcome and exiled by the wizards of the Protectorate. Now, 327 years later, Eutracian females are forbidden to practice magic, and males are made to swear a solemn oath to stay on the side of light and good. Across the ocean in Parthalon, the sorceresses still live, plotting to kidnap Princess Shailiha from Eutracia and use her to complete an incantation that will make them all-powerful or destroy the world. Prince Tristan, Shailiha's brother and our protagonist, is perhaps the most cookie-cutter of the characters, a classic reluctant hero who'd rather wave a sword than sit on the throne. But the wizard Wigg, Tristan's companion and adviser, is no caricature of the omnipotent magical sidekick: he makes incorrect guesses and poor decisions and often fails to keep the headstrong prince in check. This isn't done for comic relief, but to put Newcomb firmly in the George R.R. Martin camp of realistic fantasy as he creates a world where fully realized characters die, everyone is in the dark about something and sometimes things simply go wrong for no reason at all. Thanks to the author's passion for tying up loose ends, the finish is neat, but it leaves you wanting more. Fortunately, the planned sequels (at least two) will provide that, as well as ample room for further character development. Agent, Matt Bialer. (Aug. 1) Forecast: The publisher is set to make a big push for an author who could in time scale the same sales heights as Terry Brooks and David Eddings. In addition to national advertising, media and store appearances in Florida and author participation at major SF conventions, there will be copromotion with Palm Pilot, since the novel will also be released as a Ballantine e-book. Copyright 2002 Cahners Business Information.
Library Journal
As his 30th birthday approaches, Prince Tristan, heir to the throne of Eutracia, prepares to take his father's place as king following a ritual abdication. The forces of prophecy, however, intervene to change Tristan's life and the future of his kingdom forever, as an ancient line of sorceresses long thought to be dead is exerting its malevolent influence upon the land. Newcomb's first novel portrays its hero's transformation from a self-centered heir apparent to a man worthy of the title of king. Explicit sex and graphic violence may limit the audience for this well-written and compelling epic fantasy to mature readers. Recommended for libraries where fantasies reminiscent of the novels of Terry Goodkind and Storm Constantine are in demand. Copyright 2002 Cahners Business Information.
Kirkus Reviews
Former economist Newcomb's first entry in a projected trilogy, the Chronicles of Blood and Stone, takes as its central device "endowed blood," a bloodline that links an individual with the ability to use magic. Four sorceresses, found guilty of pillage, rape, and murder in their quest for endowed blood to match their own, are abandoned in the Sea of Whispers by Wigg, head of the Directorate of Wizards in the Kingdom of Eutracia. Wigg is still top wiz 327 years later when Prince Tristan is about to turn 30 and inherit Eutracia's throne. Tristan, whose blood streams with endowments, wants to race through his 30-year reign, get his wizard training, and join the Directorate. But he has no future queen to give him a son for the throne. Symbols pile up: the magic Paragon stone worn by the king; the Tome of the Paragon, a book of magic few can read; the rival magics of the light Vigors and dark Vagaries; the Cave of the Dragon; the naming of Tristan and pregnant twin sister Shailiha as the Chosen Ones. Then comes the sorceress Natasha, sister to the banished four, who lives disguised as a duchess and lusts to mingle her endowed blood with the Chosen One's. Will she seduce/rape Tristan to produce a Morgan le Fay? Or is Shailiha's baby the super-sorceress-to-be? An intelligent debut, possibly headed for bestsellerdom.
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780345454768
  • Publisher: Random House Publishing Group
  • Publication date: 7/30/2002
  • Series: Chronicles of Blood and Stone, #1
  • Sold by: Random House
  • Format: eBook
  • Sales rank: 406,223
  • File size: 783 KB

Meet the Author

Robert Newcomb traveled widely in his youth as a member of the American Institute for Foreign Study, studying at the University of Southampton, England, and aboard a university-sponsored ship in the Mediterranean sea. After graduating from Colgate University with a B.A. in economics and a minor in art history, he enjoyed a successful career in business. He lives in Florida with his wife, a neuropsychologist and novelist herself. This is his first novel.

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The Tome shall be read first by a seed of the victors who, years later, shall become the sworn enemy of those same victorious ones. The sire of this seed shall, having abandoned the victor's cause, live as an outcast. The six of the craft who remain shall select one from their midst to lead them in peace for sixteen score and seven years, choosing, in turn, many who shall wear the stone. From the seed of one of those who wear the stone shall come the Chosen One, first preceded by another.

The azure light that accompanies the births of the Chosen Ones shall be the proof of the quality of their blood . . .


True peace of mind comes only when my heart and actions are aligned with true principles and values. I shall forsake not, to the loss of all material things, my honor and integrity. I shall protect the Paragon above all else, but take no life except in urgent defense of self and others, or without fair warning. I swear to rule always with wisdom and compassion.

The succession oath played over and over again in his head like a
bad nursery rhyme. He couldn't get it out of his mind no matter what
else he thought about. No matter how hard he tried. That was why he
had come this morning to his favorite place.

To be alone in the Hartwick Woods.

He reached behind his right shoulder for another throwing knife,
gripping its handle automatically and smoothly bringing his right arm
up and over in a swift circle, releasing the blade in yet another trajectory.
It twirled unerringly toward the target he had carved in the huge old
oak tree. And as he now stood lookingat the blade that lay buried next
to the others he had thrown, he knew that the fact it would accurately
find its mark had been a foregone conclusion.

He had been doing this all morning. His right arm was sore, his
body and face were covered in a light sheen of sweat, and he was dirty
from head to toe.

He didn't care.

He pushed the comma of longish black hair back from his forehead
and ran his hand through it to where it grew long down the back of his
neck. Looking down at his clothes, he suddenly realized just how filthy
he really was. He was wearing what he always wore when he came up
here: the black leather knee boots and trousers, with the simple black
vest that laced in the front across his bare chest. The vest that always allowed
plenty of free arm movement for his practice with the knives.

True peace of mind comes only when your heart and actions are aligned with true principles and values. I shall forsake not, to the loss of all material things . . .

He watched the next knife wheel toward the target, swiftly burying

Prince Tristan the First of the House of Galland, heir apparent to
his father, King Nicholas the First of the kingdom of Eutracia, stood
alone in the woods, practicing with his knives and thinking over what
his future was about to bring. In thirty days he was to become king of
Eutracia, succeeding his father to the throne at the occasion of his father's
abdication ceremony. It always occurred on the thirtieth birthday
of the king's firstborn son, and had been a joyous custom of Eutracia for
over the last three hundred years, ever since the end of the Sorceresses'
War. But there were no more sorceresses in Eutracia to fight, and peace
and prosperity had reigned ever since--in no small part due to the continual
guidance given to the reigning king by the Directorate of Wizards.
But there was just one problem.

He wasn't looking forward to his thirtieth birthday.

And he didn't want to be king.

He also did not wish to be counseled by wizards for the remainder
of his life. No matter how he tried, he just couldn't get the truth of his
feelings out of his head. Nor could he forget the oath that the old ones
would make him take at the ceremony when he succeeded to the
throne. He would then be forced to follow in the footsteps of his father
until his firstborn son turned thirty years old. He sighed. He didn't have
any sons yet.

He didn't even have a wife.

Another throwing knife whistled through the air, clanking into
place alongside its brothers in the battered and gnarled old tree.

Panting lightly, he reached over his shoulder for one more from the
specially designed quiver that lay across his right shoulder blade, but
found it empty. His face sullen, he walked slowly to the oak to recover
his knives. He had chosen this tree because it was the one closest to the
sheer rock face of the cliff, its branches reaching out into space over
the valley. That meant that whenever he missed, his knives would fly
over the steep precipice and be lost forever. Proper punishment for
a bad throw, he thought. And he had been throwing for over three
hours now.

None of them had gone over the side.

Now standing at the very edge of the cliff, he took the time to
wipe the sweat from around his eyes and slowly leaned one arm against
the nearest branch of the tree. He looked down toward Tammerland,
the city of his birth, and to the Sippora River, which snaked
through the city on its way to the Cavalon Delta at the east coast, where
the great river lazily released itself into the Sea of Whispers. Tammerland,
the capital city of Eutracia, lay peacefully along either side of the
Sippora's banks. He could see the royal palace easily from here because
of its strategic placement upon higher ground and because of the
brightly colored flags that flew from its towers and ramparts. And he
could also pick out the markets and squares of the city that surrounded
it. They would be teeming with life this time of day. He smiled, imagining
the mothers and daughters at market, haggling with the vendors
for the ingredients of their families' evening meals. But his smile faded.
His evening meal would be taken as usual with his parents, twin sister,
and brother-in-law in the great dining hall of the palace. He loved them
all very much, but they would be angry with him tonight--and their
criticisms were something he would rather avoid. Perhaps he would take
a simple evening's meal tonight in the kitchen with the staff, as he was
so fond of doing these days. Somehow those people always seemed so
much more real to him.

He had defiantly ignored his requisite daily classes with the wizards
to come here today, and to be alone. They were all probably out looking
for him right now, but they would be wasting their time. This place
was almost impossible to find. He sighed in resignation as he pulled the
knives from the tree. Unstrapping the quiver from around his chest, he
draped it over his left shoulder, replacing the dirks one by one until they
were arranged to his liking.

This art of the knives, at least, was his and his alone. He had designed
the quiver himself, along with the throwing knives. The palace
leathersmith and blacksmith had only been too happy to help the prince
with their construction. The black leather baldric went comfortably
around and under each of his armpits, and the quiver joined to his vest
in the back with a silver buckle, securely holding up to a dozen of the
special throwing knives just behind his right shoulder.

Then had come the hours and hours of practice, which at first had
been very defeating. He had foolishly begun in the military training
yards, in full view of the Royal Guard. He had realized immediately that
this was a mistake, as he had watched so many of his early throws
bounce harmlessly off their target. So, to avoid embarrassment, he had
taken his practice to the woods. That had been seven years ago, and he
had come to the forest virtually every afternoon since, after his daily
classes with the wizards were over. No one had seen him throw a dirk
since that day he left the courtyard, and know one knew the expert that
he had become.

Sometimes instead of just practicing, he walked through the woods
quietly in search of game. Bringing down larger animals was difficult,
and meant a well-thrown head shot was usually needed. It was something
that required even greater skill if the animal was moving, but now
even moving targets had become little challenge for him. The largest
game he had ever killed had been a hugely antlered stag. After killing it
with a single throw to the head, he had neatly quartered the animal in
the woods and given the meat to the townspeople living at the edge of
the forest--the forest that had become his second home.

But his most dangerous quarry had been a large, charging wild
boar. They were prevalent in the Hartwick Woods, and it was not uncommon
to hear of the occasional hunting party that had lost a member
to the awful cloven hooves and sharp, curved tusks before it could be
killed. He had come upon the creature unknowingly, and the kill had
become necessary rather than voluntary. Tristan's boar had stood across
an open field from him, snorting and glaring with enraged eyes. The
prince had remained motionless until the awful thing had begun its
charge. His right arm had then become a curved blur of speed as the
whirling dirk cleaved the boar's skull directly between the eyes, stopping
it dead in its tracks only ten feet from where Tristan held his ground.
He had left the carcass to rot in the field, thankful that he had made a
good throw. He probably wouldn't have gotten another.

Still gazing down at Tammerland, once again leaning against the
outstretched tree branch and lost in his memories, he didn't hear the
thing that came up behind him before it was too late. Without warning,
he was violently pushed forward from behind.

Out into the air and over the cliff.

Instinctively, his right arm wrapped around the tree limb while his
left arm held the quiver to his shoulder. He frantically hung by one arm,
swinging crazily in the air, at least a thousand feet above the valley floor.
He closed his eyes for a moment, trying to shut down the fear, trying
not to look down.

Someone had just tried to kill him, and looking down would be the
completion of a death sentence.

Using his left hand, he placed the quiver strap around his neck. He
was then able to bring both hands to the limb. His strength was beginning
to ebb, but the old limb, at least for the time being, was holding his

I thank the Afterlife, his terrified mind shouted.

Carefully, one hand after the other, he began to reverse direction on
the limb to face his attacker. As he came around, he wondered if he
would be able to hold on with only his left hand and secure and throw a
dirk with his right at the same time. He would without question kill the
person who was standing there before he swung himself back to the

If he could swing himself to the cliff.

As his body came around, he managed to hang on with his left
hand and take a dirk with his right, praying he would be able to throw
it without losing his grip. The limb bending and straining under his
weight, he quickly finished the turn, bringing both his weapon and his
eyes up to kill whoever it was that had tried to murder him.

It was his horse.

Pilgrim, his dappled gray stallion with the white mane and tail,
stood at the edge of the cliff, looking at him with spirited, huge black
eyes. The horse pawed the ground twice with his left front hoof and
snorted softly at him, as if he had already put up with quite enough of
Tristan's foolishness and was more than ready to go back to the stables.
Nudging Tristan from the back had been one of his favorite habits ever
since he was a colt. But this spot had definitely not been the place for it.

Tristan hung in stark terror a thousand feet above the surface of
the valley from a lone tree branch, slowly losing his strength. Carefully
managing to replace the dirk in his quiver and his right hand upon the
branch, he looked tentatively to the left where the limb joined the
trunk, trying to see if it was dried or decayed. He groaned inwardly
when he saw the dry crack, and there was no way to tell if it was strong
enough for what he had planned. He couldn't simply stretch his legs to
the cliff. It was too far away. He would have to swing his body back and
forth to gain the momentum to reach the ledge. It was the only way.
Slowly, his eye on the crack, he began to swing from his arms the same
way he had seen the court acrobats do so many times before, the bark
starting to painfully twist off in his hands. Each time he swung his outstretched
legs a little harder. Each time a little more bark came off in his
now-raw palms. Each time a little more sweat began to flow into his
eyes. And each time he had a little less strength.

The crack split open another inch.

Just two more swings should do it, he prayed. I beg the Afterlife, just
two more.

His release from the branch on the second swing came at the precise
moment the crack split all the way open, the shards of the joint becoming
a twisted, tortured rope of exposed wood. He flew through the air
toward the cliff, his face finally striking the end of Pilgrim's muzzle as
the horse bolted backward in surprise. Tristan went down hard on one
knee, the momentum carrying him over on his back, finally hitting the
back of his head hard upon the ground.

Moments later, dazed, his eyes out of focus and his face strangely
wet, he raised his hand to check his face for blood. There was none. The
twisted and torn tree limb lay innocently upon his lap, and he tossed it to
one side.

He wanted to kiss the ground.

Pilgrim's lips once more nuzzled his master's face. The stallion had
definitely had enough of this and wanted to go home. Tristan sat up,
looking at the impatient Pilgrim, and began to laugh softly, then harder,
finally bursting with the sheer joy of being alive. He laughed at himself
harder still, imagining the looks on the faces of all six wizards of the Directorate
when they realized they had no king to fill the throne at the
abdication ceremony. He still didn't want to be king, but there had to be
an easier way out of it all than this. And in truth he loved to tease them,
but he didn't want to die doing it. At least he had temporarily forgotten
their ridiculous oath.

He slowly stood, wondering if anything was broken, and collected
the scattered dirks. He was all right, but he would be sore for a week.
When he placed his hands to either side of Pilgrim's muzzle, the horse
flinched his head to one side in pain. The stallion's nose would be sore
for a while, also. Served him right. Putting his arms around the horse's
neck and his mouth against the animal's ear, he smiled.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 7, 2003

    Just plain, bad, writing.

    The number of reviewers here claiming that this book is well-written confirms my belief that this country's educational system has gone completely to pot. Let's put aside for the moment the derivative plot. Put aside the infantile sexual stereo-typing. Put aside the relentless arrogance and self-pitying introspection by the characters whom you are supposed to admire/identify with. Put aside the howling logical errors (a 'symetrical' three-winged lark, Tristan mentioning death enchantments, only to be 'stunned' at hearing Wig mention them just TWO pages later). Where was the editor who was supposed to read this book prior to publication? The author fails to display better than rudimentary skills in the area of writing mechanics. He beats you to death with certain words (if I ever read the term 'endowed' again, I'm going to scream) and certain phrases ('Tristan was stunned at what he next saw'; 'What Tristan next saw would remain with him for ever'; 'Tristan's mind reeled at what he beheld'). He constantly misuses words. He takes everything to the superlative, and overwhelms the reader with adjectives/adverbs. Sentence structure is unvarying, paragraph structure is unvarying, and his working vocabulary isn't broad enough to give his writing a fresh, interesting tone. It's like being locked in a room for a week and having Rosanne Barr read limericks at you. I know that this isn't supposed to be literature, but when you are marketing a book as a great epic and charging people a not-inconsiderable price for it, I feel that the reader is, at the least, entitled to a casual nod toward quality from the publisher. Since being introduced to it through Asimov and Anne McCaffery 20+ years ago, it has always been my opinion that as a genre (or two) SF/Fantasy has generally maintained a higher standard in the area of basic writing quality than other entertainment genres (mystery, suspense, romance, etc.). The pomp and hype with which this book was released makes it a sharp and obvious break from that standard. Even with all of its other glaring flaws it could have provided a few hours of simple, mindless entertainment had the folks at Del Rey done their jobs and reviewed 'Sorcoress' before sending it to press.

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  • Posted November 23, 2010

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    Very good series - enjoyed it!

    This series is very well written. I enjoyed it very much. The series hasn't been finished yet and it has been 3 years since the last book has been published don't know if it will be completed. I am looking forward to the ending regardless of how long it takes.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 30, 2010

    I Also Recommend:

    I Liked this book.

    Many people have said they did not like the book but I enjoyed it and have read the next two. Does he write as good as Terry Goodkind, no. But for me, still a good read. I have just strated his 4th book.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 17, 2005

    Chicago Steve

    Harder to choke down than rotten eggs. This is by far the most poorly written prose I have read in a long, time. Far better fare on the market (Farland, Russell, Cornwell, Jones, Martin, etc). DO NOT waste your time on this. ..unless you want to see how horrible writing can be picked up and marketed by a glitzy publishing campaign with shill-review writers on sites like this. This sucker is best used as a boat-anchor rather than a book.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 19, 2003

    The most awful piece of CRAP!!!!!

    I had looked at this book in the store for a while and when it came out in paperback I went ahead and bought it. Absolutely the worst book I have ever attempted to read. The prologue starts out interesting, but then it goes downhill like it dropped off of a cliff. The characters are insiped and boring. The book is extremely predictable. The writing and descriptive prose is uninspired. As an example: A town that is made out of trees is called 'Tree Town'. A tunnel that has bones in it is called 'Tunnel of Bones'. There are many more examples in the book, but don't read it to try to find them out. The Characters in the book have the maturity level of 4 year olds. Even the wizards who are 300 years old throw fits. The book gives the absolute poorest excuses as to why things take place the way they do in the book just so he can have more of an excuse for blood and rape. The emotional and romantic aspects of the book were taken out of the absolutely worst romance novels of all time. It seemed to me that this writer has never be in a real relationship, because he has no ability to write about them. He writes about emotions like a blind person would write about seeing. If I could hve given this book a negative number of stars I would have rated it a negative number of 5 stars. WORST READ EVER.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 19, 2003

    Disappointment reigns

    Can't believe how disappointed I was in the Fifth Sorceress. Talk about a book that hates women, this is it. Eevil for evil's sake alone in fantasy works if there is a reason for its existence. There no justification, rhyme or reason for the actions of the evil in this book. Too bad, book was well written otherwise, but a valid underlying reason for the evil in this series was a glaring hole that destroyed it for me.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 24, 2003

    To all those other people who want to put this bookd down, I say BOSH to you.

    This book was one of the best book's that is have read in a very long time. It had a lot of different creatures and charecters, and I love the fact that is was on a different planet and not on earth for once. It had a good moral story line. A brother's love for his sister to take on the world to get her back is breathtaking. He takes on 4 Sorceresses: Kluge Captain of the minion army, and the minion army to get her back and win, In the mean time is battling on the concept of being king. But then he make's the choice. I will buy The Gates of Dawn in June. For all you hard core sci-fi people read this book. You will love it!!!!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 21, 2003


    I bought this book expecting some epic fantasy. I felt that many of the idea's have been used before and that made the book seem unoriginal. The biggest issue I see with the book is that it is just boring. It doesn¿t convince the reader. I didn¿t have feelings for many of the main characters. I didn¿t care if they lived or died. Beyond that though there was a few exciting parts, barely enough to keep interest. I feel that most of the book was rushed. Overall all these elements made this book mediocre. The book could¿ve been so much greater if more time was spent on it¿

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 21, 2003

    Never so happy to be done with a book...

    So many pieces of this book were taken from wonderful stories written by real authors and transformed into a tasteless and unimaginitive waste of shelf space. I drudged through it as my sweetie attempted to get me the perfect book for Christmas but I've never been so happy to be finished reading a book.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 29, 2002

    Very imaginative

    I really like this book it keeps you on your toes and make you hunger for whats next and keeps the imagination going and now I can't wate to read the next one I'm very curious to find out what happens afterward!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 15, 2003


    I loved the imagery displayed throughout the entire book. The situations were original and inspiring, and I absolutely fell in love with the Coven. I couldn't put down the book and I even cried numorous times. It drew me in instantly, and I devoured it in a matter of days. I recommend this to anyone and everyone.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 17, 2002

    A Must Read for Fantasy Lovers

    I really enjoyed reading this book. Newcomb weaves a tale that you can't resist. I couldn't put it down. If you like fantasy books then you'll love this title.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 8, 2002

    Gotta read this 1

    Listen to Korn and Disturbed Like movies such as American Pie and Road Trip enjoy this book. Mature audience only bah, thats what all the good cd's and some of the good movies say it goes the same 4 books too I guess.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 17, 2002

    Excellent Fantasy

    Newcomb set up quite an interesting world easily pulling me into the place and, therefore, the story. It did remind me of the stories of Terry Brooks and Goodkind, but he has managed to be different enough. The only drawback was the division between men and women of blood. I'm anxious to see if he ends this division as the story progresses.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 19, 2002

    WOW!! Great reading!!!

    I was amazed by this book... Wonderful characters great new world. What a great way to start out with a first book reminds me of the writing style of Robert Jordan and Terry Goodkind (my all time favorite) I sat down to read and finished in 1 night I could not put it down it is that good of a read. Get this book all you will enjoy it!!!!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 9, 2002

    Maybe the one for you...

    I enjoyed this book, some good things where done in it, but overall, it was somewhat lacking. Too many ideas that just did not go anywhere. To much unfinished character developments or characters who where introduced for no real purpose other than to fill up a couple more pages. Too much time spent in idle plot lines and not enough development of the true theme. It just left me wanting, not in the sense of I wnat to know what happens next, but I want to know why I read this one. It is almost as if the author wanted to write a trilogy but then condensed it into one long, ill-thought novel, edited down in all the wrong places. I will probably pick up the next installment, just to see where it goes and how the author introduces new plot lines, sense wery few of the important or interesting ones are left at the end of the first book, but I will wait for it to come out in paperback. As I recommend you do with this one.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 19, 2002

    New Epic Fantasy

    I enjoyed the Fifth Sorceress. It incorporated just the right amounts of the elements of magic and action. I did find that it bogged down a bit in the middle and could be repetitive with some of the phrasing. However, the last third of the book made up for the middle third. I look forward to the next installment with great relish.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 12, 2002

    Okay fantasy book

    This book is awsome. I have read all the other sorceress books and they alright, but this one is the best sorceress books ever. I love Fantasy, I love Lord of The Rings and i really I love this book.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 14, 2002

    Fantastic Read!!!

    I absolutely loved it as an avid sci-fi fan I was transfixed from the first. His use of magic is expertly done. He has created a vivid world full of interesting characters. I hightly recommend it.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 28, 2002

    Belaboring the obvious. . .

    Sorry guys, I think this thing was fairly awful. Shallow characters, big gaps in the story and a really obvious plot. All that said it would have been okay if the characters were even interesting, but they were no one I'd like to know. The most interesting characters were the sorceresses. If only because they were so lovingly nasty. All in all throw it back and let it grow up.

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