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Legacies: A Corean Chronicles Novel

Legacies: A Corean Chronicles Novel

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by L. E. Modesitt Jr.

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The first book of the Corean Chronicles

L. E. Modesitt, Jr., author of the bestselling Saga of Recluce fantasy series, opens the door into a marvelous new world.

Millennia ago, a magical disaster caused the fall of a great worldwide civilization, the end of a golden age. New civilizations have fought their way up from the ancient


The first book of the Corean Chronicles

L. E. Modesitt, Jr., author of the bestselling Saga of Recluce fantasy series, opens the door into a marvelous new world.

Millennia ago, a magical disaster caused the fall of a great worldwide civilization, the end of a golden age. New civilizations have fought their way up from the ancient destruction and chaos, knowing little of the lost world that preceded them or the details of its fall. Corus today is a world of contending countries, of humans, but also of strange animals and supernatural creatures. It is a place of magical powers, and of a few people who are talented enough to use them.

Alusius is drafted into the local Militia and must fight against the invading slave armies of The Matrial, an immortal ruler in a nearby land. Alusius is captured and enslaved. If the evil surrounding The Matrial is not brought to an end, the world as he knows it could very well end.

The Corean Chronicles
Alector’s Choice
Cadmian’s Choice
Soarer’s Choice
The Lord-Protector’s Daughter

Other series by this author:
The Saga of Recluce
Imager Portfolio
The Spellsong Cycle
The Ghost Books
The Ecolitan Matter

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The Barnes & Noble Review
If the first book of L. E. Modesitt Jr.'s brilliant Corean Chronicles, Legacies, is any indication of what's to come, this series will be more entertaining and fully realized than even his epic Spellsong Cycle and Recluce sagas. The story revolves around Alucius, a young boy with a secret, powerful Talent, being raised by his mother and grandparents on a rural ranch. While he enjoys herding nightsheep, Alucius knows that when he comes of age he must serve in the military and begin life on his own. But when his peaceful country is invaded by slave armies and Alucius is captured, he begins to realize his Talent is directly linked to stopping the bloodshed spreading across Corus.

While I enjoyed Modesitt's Spellsong and Recluce series, this series is like an exhilarating breath of fresh air -- it's so different than anything I've ever read from Modesitt. The main characters are well developed, and the magical realm of Corus, with its strange and supernatural creatures like dustcats and sandwolves, is a place I can't wait to visit again. Paul Goat Allen

Publishers Weekly
Although "judicious matriarchy vs. brutish patriarchy" may have been done to death, Modesitt has boldly taken on the task of breathing new life into this venerable feminist clich , and done a more than credible job. Alucius, a young shepherd-turned-soldier from the proud but impoverished Iron Valley, is wounded and captured by the invading Matrite army. He manages to disguise his magical Talent well enough to pass the inspection of the Matrial, the seemingly immortal ruler whose magic reaches to every corner of her kingdom, and is assigned to fight in a company of Matrite cavalry. As he gains valuable knowledge of patience, warfare and honor, Alucius also comes to realize that despite his hatred of the slavery and prejudice that are so integral to the Matrite society, he can't help admiring the order and prosperity that accompany them. Resolving this internal dilemma is only one of his struggles: he must also work to regain his freedom, practice and improve his Talent and figure out why magical creatures appear at odd moments and aid or attack him seemingly at random. The historical background is somewhat sketchy and difficult to follow, and Modesitt still has trouble reconciling science and magic; but the warfare and dialogue are clear and authentic, and he's learned a lot about pacing in the 11 years since the first Recluce books were published. Thoughtful readers will be appreciative, and the author's fans will be impressed. (Nov. 1) FYI: Earlier this year Modesitt published a well-received SF novel, Archform: Beauty (Forecasts, June 10).
Not only a gifted storyteller but also a gifted teacher, Modesitt layers his adventures, always offering the reader a glimpse of the economic and philosophical underpinnings of the worlds he creates. In this first book of the Corean Chronicles, he portrays a post-Catactysm world, slowly developing an economic and social base that will ease the lives of its inhabitants. The young protagonist, Alucius, is a psychically gifted farm boy, growing up in his retired colonel grandfather's house after his father's death in military service. They raise mutant Nightsheep, aggressive black beasts with razor-sharp horns and hooves, whose diet of metallic salt renders their meat inedible but their wool of great value. Alucius wants only to be a herder like his grandfather, but is called up for military service. His grandfather's training and his psychic ability help him survive until the slave soldiers of the Madrien, a neighboring matriarchy, capture him. Enslaved with a lethal collar, Alucius must learn about his captors to survive and escape to his beloved home and fiancée. Modesitt's continuing appeal is partially based on his ability to offer a fast-paced adventure-usually a hero's journey-where the protagonist's growing understanding helps his moral development. Alucius must question why, in the slave-owning matriarchy, the majority of the population is happier, wealthier, and healthier than in his own republic of small farming villages and merchant centers. Each Modesitt adventure is a disguised minicourse in moral philosophy-an attribute that makes them of inestimable value to high school libraries. VOYA Codes: 4Q 4P S A/YA (Better than most, marred only by occasional lapses; Broad general YAappeal; Senior High, defined as grades 10 to 12; Adult and Young Adult). 2002, Tor, 560p,
— Marsha Valance
Library Journal
As the son of a Nightsheep herder, Alucius learns the survival skills necessary to protect his valuable flock from the sand wolves and other strange predators that dwell in the cold northern lands. He also realizes the more subtle ways of his Talent, a magical ability common to those with herder blood. When the armies of Madrien invade his home, Alucius goes off to war, only to be captured and forcibly conscripted into the enemies' slave armies. Careful to hide his Talent, Alucius dreams of escape and revenge. The author of the popular "Recluce" series introduces a new world of subtle magic and ancient legends in this tale of a young man's coming of age in a war-torn land. Modesitt excels at portraying the everyday lives of people caught up in world-shaking events, thus making his characters both believable and sympathetic. This top-notch series opener is highly recommended. Copyright 2002 Cahners Business Information.
Kirkus Reviews
Following his fine Archform: Beauty (p. 625), Modesitt kicks off a new series that, like the Recluce yarns, curiously but plausibly blends fantasy and SF. The Herders of the Iron Valleys in the north of the continent Corus tend their nightsheep on huge, rocky estates. Inedible nightsheep are the source of nightsilk, a miraculous fiber that's light, soft, and tough enough to turn a bullet. Herders like young Alucius also have, secretly, Talent (psychic abilities that help them survive against the deadly local fauna)-secret because, long ago, a great war involving Talent destroyed civilization. Today the Iron Valleys are threatened by neighboring Madrien, a matriarchy whose immortal Matrial enslaves rivals and captives through Talent-powered collars. So, leaving behind his betrothed, Wendra, and grandfather Royalt to tend the estate (his father died in battle), Alucius joins the militia and rides off to fight the Matrites. Despite his Talent and skills acquired from Royalt, Alucius and his fellow troopers are overwhelmed by superior numbers and an ancient weapon that hurls lethal volleys of glass spears. Wounded and captured, a collar clamped about his neck, Alucius must fight for the Matrial as a trooper against the encroaching Lanacronans. Again he survives and gains promotion. But then one of the soarers, seemingly intelligent flyers of feminine aspect, advises Alucius that he must soon find a way to free himself and defeat the Matrial, a threat to all sentient creatures. Solidly engrossing, if too dependent on luck and coincidence, with a robust and consistent backdrop: a satisfyingly self-contained inaugural volume that skillfully sets up the sequels.
From the Publisher
“The consistent excellence of L. E. Modesitt makes him by far the most entertaining of today's fantasy writers.” —Romantic Times Magazine

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The First Book of the Corean Chronicles

By L. E. Modesitt Jr., David G. Hartwell

Tom Doherty Associates, LLC

Copyright © 2002 L. E. Modesitt, Jr.
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ISBN: 978-1-4299-1388-1


In the quiet of the early twilight of a late summer day, a woman sat in a rocking chair under the eaves of the porch, facing east, rocking gently. Except for the infant she nursed, she was alone, enjoying the clean evening air, air swept of sand grit and dust by the unseasonal afternoon rain. So clear was the silver-green sky that the still-sunlit Aerlal Plateau stood out above the nearer treeless rise that was Westridge, stood out so forcefully that it appeared yards away rather than tens of vingts to the north and east.

She rocked slowly, looking down at her nursing son, a child already with dark hair, more like deep gray than black. Through the open windows set in the heavy stone walls, she could hear the occasional clatter of platters being replaced in the cupboards, and the squeak of the hand pump.

The glittering and scattered light reflected from the quartz outcroppings on the top edge of the distant and towering plateau died away as the sun dropped farther. Before long, pinlights that were stars appeared, as did the small greenish crescent that was the moon Asterta. The larger moon, Selena, had already set in the west.

She brought the infant to her shoulder and burped him. "There ... there, that's a good boy, Alucius." Then she resettled herself and offered the other breast.

As she began to rock once more, a point of light appeared off the north end of the porch, expanding into a winged feminine figure with iridescent green-tinged silver wings. The nursing mother blinked, then turned her head slowly. For several moments, she looked at the soarer, a graceful feminine figure somewhere in size between an eight-year-old girl and a small young woman—except for the spread wings of coruscating and shimmering light, which fanned yards out from the soarer's body until it bathed both mother and infant.

The woman chanted softly,

"Soarer fair, soarer bright,
only soarer in the night
wish I may, wish I might
have this wish I wish tonight ..."

For a long moment after she had completed her wish, the woman watched. The soarer's wings sparkled, their movement seemingly effortless, as she hung in midair, in turn watching mother and child, less than twenty yards from the pair on the porch. As suddenly as she had appeared, the soarer was gone, as was the green radiance that had emanated from her.

Slowly, the woman murmured the old child's rhyme to herself.

"Londi's child is fair of face.
Duadi's child knows his place.
Tridi's child is wise in years,
but Quattri's must conquer fears.
Quinti's daughter will prove strong,
while Sexdi's knows right from wrong.
Septi's child is free and giving,
but Octdi's will work hard in living.
Novdi's child must watch for woe,
while Decdi's child has far to go.

But the soarer's child praise the most,
for he will rout the sanders' host,
and raise the lost banners high
under the green and silver sky."

She looked beyond the north end of the porch once more, but there was no sign that the soarer had ever been there.

Within moments, the door to the house opened, and a lean man stepped outside, moving near-silently toward the woman in the rocking chair. "I thought I saw a light- torch out here. Did someone ride up?"

"No ..." She shifted the infant and added, "There was a soarer here, Ellus."

"A soarer?"

"She was out there, just beyond where you put the snow fence last winter. She hovered there and looked at us, and then she left."

"Are you sure, Lucenda?" Ellus's voice was gentle, but not quite believing.

"I'm quite sure. I don't imagine what's not there."

Ellus laughed, warmly. "I've learned that." After a moment, he added, "They're supposed to be good luck for an infant."

"I know. I made a wish."

"What did you wish for."

"I can't say. It won't come true, and I want it to come true for Alucius."

"That's just a superstition."

Lucenda smiled. "Probably it is, but let me have it."

He bent over and kissed her forehead. "For him, as well as for you."

Then he pulled over the bench and sat down beside her as the evening darkened into night.


In the warm sun of a clear harvest morning, five people stood beside the stable door, two men, two women, and a small boy. The child had short-cropped hair that was a dark gray, rather than true black, and he clutched the hand of the younger woman and looked up at the man who wore the black-and-green uniform of the Iron Valley Militia. Tied to the post outside the stable were a roan, saddled, and a gray mare. The gray tied beside the roan had no saddle, but a harness and two leather bags of provisions across its back.

"Father?" offered the boy.

The uniformed man bent down and scooped up the child, holding him against his shoulder so that their faces were but handspans apart. "You'll be a good boy for Mother, won't you, Alucius?"

"Yes, Father." His words were carefully articulated.

"He's always good," offered the older woman who stood back from the couple.

"You'd say that anyway, Veryl," countered the older man.

"I might," Veryl responded with a smile, "but Alucius is good. Lucenda knows that."

"You'll be careful, Ellus," said Lucenda. "You will, won't you?"

"He'll be fine," boomed the older man. "Best officer in all Iron Valley. Just going after brigands, that's all. Not like the border wars with the Lanachronans when I was his age. They had Talent-wielders. Not very good, but they did call out sanders—"

"That was then, Royalt," Veryl pointed out. "You and Ellus can compare stories when he comes back. Reillies, sanders, Talent-wielders ...whatever you want."

The three other adults smiled at the dryness of her tone.

Ellus handed Alucius back to Lucenda, then bent forward and hugged her, kissing her on the cheek. "You two be good. I shouldn't be gone that long."

Alucius squirmed, and Lucenda set him down beside her, and threw her arms around her husband, holding him tightly.

Alucius looked up at the pair, embracing, then to the corral not two yards from where he stood. His eyes met the black-rimmed red orbs of the lead nightram, and he gently let go of his mother's trousers, taking one step, then another toward the black- wooled ram with the red eyes and sharp horns.

"Alucius!" Lucenda cried, lunging toward her son.

"Let him go," came Royalt's voice. "Best we see now. He's protected by the fence. Rams don't hurt children, unless the children hit them, and Alucius won't do that."

Lucenda glanced from Alucius to the fence, and to the nightram on the far side of the four rails. Then she looked to Ellus. His lips were tight, his eyes fixed on their son.

In the silence that had settled across the stead, Alucius took three more steps, until his chest was against the second railing. The nightram stepped forward and lowered his head, until his eyes focused on the child. The curled and knife-pointed black horns glittered, reflecting the sun from their lethal smoothness, standing out from the light- absorbing all-black face, and from the black fleece that was so deep in color that the ram was darker than any night. Even the sharp-edged hoofs were night-black.

The boy smiled at the nightram, then reached out with his left hand and touched the beast's jaw, fingertips from the sharp teeth. "Good! Good ram."

For a long moment, the nightram's eyes took in Alucius. Then the ram slowly lowered himself to the ground, so that his eyes were level with those of the boy.

Alucius smiled. "He's a good ram."

"Yes, he is." Lucenda's voice was strained.

"He likes me."

"I'm sure he does."

Deliberately, slowly, Alucius lifted his hand away from the nightram. "You be good, ram." He stepped away from the railing. The ram slowly rose, lifting his head and sharp horns, but only watched as the boy stepped toward his mother.

"He was a good ram."

Lucenda swept Alucius up into her arms, hanging on tightly. "Yes, he was. But you must be careful with the nightsheep."

"I was careful."

The ram tilted his head, before turning and walking toward the far side of the corral.

"He'll be a herder, for sure, Ellus." The older and broad-shouldered Royalt laughed. "He's already got a way with them. He'll be ready to take the flock with us when you get back."

"That's good to know—and so young, yet." Ellus smiled and straightened the green and black tunic. The smile faded as he looked at Lucenda and Alucius. He stepped over to them and hugged both of them for a moment. Then he looked at Alucius, his face serious. "You'll take care of your mother while I'm gone, won't you?"

Alucius nodded.

"Good." Ellus smiled once more. "I'll be back before long. Sure as there are five seasons, I'll be back."

"I'll be here," Lucenda replied.

Still holding the smile, Ellus untied the roan and mounted, leading the gray as he rode down the lane toward Iron Stem. He turned in the saddle and waved as he passed the end of the outermost section of the southernmost corral.

The older man and woman took several steps back toward the main house, before stopping and watching the rider. The younger woman stood by a fence post, ignoring the nightram on the other side, tears streaming down her face. The fingers holding her son's hand did not loosen as she sobbed.

Alucius looked at the departing rider. "Father ..."

"He'll be back," Lucenda managed. "He will be."

Alucius watched until his father was out of sight. To the south, above the high road that lay beyond vision, an eagle circled upward into the open expanse of silver-green sky, a black dot that also vanished.


Outside, the evening was darkening, with neither moon to offer illumination. Inside the second lambing crib, with only a small, single-crystal light-torch to dispel the blackness, Alucius watched. His mother held a bottle filled with goat's milk, feeding the small nightlamb. The lamb sucked greedily for a short time, then stopped, lowering his head slowly.

"You have to drink more," Lucenda told the lamb gently. "It doesn't taste right, but you have to drink it." She stroked the lamb.

"He doesn't like the sand. I wouldn't like sand in what I drank," Alucius said solemnly.

"It isn't sand. It's quartz. It's powdered as fine as we can make it with the crusher."

"But why?" Alucius gave a small frown.

"The ewes have it in their milk. They get it from the quarasote shoots. So we have to put it in the goat's milk so the lamb will grow strong."

Alucius could sense the doubt in his mother. "He's very sick, isn't he?"

"He isn't as strong as he should be. It's hard for lambs who lose their mothers. The other ewes don't have enough milk for two. Sometimes, they don't have enough for one." Lucenda tendered the bottle, and the lamb sucked for a time, but the amount of milk left in the bottle remained almost the same.

"He doesn't feel good," Alucius said. "He's tired."

"He has to eat, or he won't get well," Lucenda said evenly.

"Will he die?"

"He might."

Alucius sensed the concern in his mother's words, and the darkness behind them. He looked at the lamb, then sat down on the old horse blanket beside the animal. Slowly, he reached out and drew the small creature to him, his arms around the lamb's neck.

The lamb bleated, then seemed to relax, looking up at Lucenda. Alucius waited.

She offered the bottle once more.

Alucius held the lamb until the bottle was empty.

Lucenda looked to her son. "How is he?"

"He's tired. He'll be better."

"He made a mess of you," Lucenda said.

"I'll ask Grandma'am how to wash it off." Alucius yawned and lay down on the blanket next to the lamb. "I'm staying here. He needs me. He'll be better."

"For a while, dear."

"All night. He'll get well. You'll see. He will."

"If you say so, Alucius."

"I just know he'll get stronger." The child's treble voice held absolute conviction. He yawned again, and then again. Before long, his eyes closed. So did those of the lamb.

Lucenda looked at the sleeping child and the sleeping lamb. A faint smile crossed her lips.


The wind of late fall whistled around the dwelling, but the warmth from the big iron stove in the main room had infused the front parlor as well, as had the heat from the kitchen, with the associated smells of baking apples, biscuits, and mutton. Because it was Decdi, when Royalt did not graze the nightsheep, the older man sat behind the table desk, studying the black leatherbound ledger. He dipped the iron pen into the inkwell and added several figures to the column of figures. Then, with a satisfied half-smile, he swished the pen in the cleaning bowl, wiped it gently with a scrap of cloth and set it in its stand. After closing the ledger, he stood and put it on the top shelf of the bookcase. As he lowered his hand, his sleeve slipped back over his herder's wristguard, a seamless band of silver, with a strip of black crystal in the center.

Alucius watched from the leather hassock by the bookcase, his eyes on the herders' wristguard for a long moment. While chores still had to be done on Decdi, the day ending the week seemed special, perhaps because there was time for the adults to talk, and Alucius could listen, and no one urged him on to the next chore.

"Could I play a game of leschec with you, Grandfather?" asked Alucius. "A short one before supper, if you wouldn't mind?"

"You finished your lessons?"

"Yes, sir." Alucius pointed to the lesson book on the one shelf that was his, and that held his learning books as well. "Do you want to look at them?"

"You say they're done, they're done." Royalt leaned forward and offered a wide smile. "You've been watching us, haven't you?"

"Yes, sir." Alucius did not move from the hassock.

"Supper'll be ready before long." There was a twinkle in Royalt's eyes as he watched his grandson. "We're having an apple pie. You can smell it."

"I know. I helped mother pick the best baskets at market. This afternoon I cored the apples and sliced them."

The herder frowned slightly. "How did you pick the apples?"

"I was careful. I just said some baskets looked good." Alucius put both slippered feet on the polished wooden floor. "You said I had to be careful."

"I did. A good herder has some of the Talent, and most people are not comfortable with it. They especially don't like children with it."

"I was careful," Alucius said again.

"I'm sure you were, boy." Royalt grinned. "You think you can beat me?"

"Probably not yet," Alucius replied. "I can't see far enough ahead."

"None of us can, boy. We'd always like to see farther than we can. That's being human." Royalt took the board from the shelf and set it on the table, followed by the plain lorken box that held the pieces.

Alucius stood and pulled the hassock to the side of the table opposite his grandsire. Then he knelt on the hassock.

"You want black or green?" asked Royalt.

"Don't we choose?"

Royalt laughed. "You pick. I'll choose."

The boy took two of the footwarriors, one green and one black, and then lowered his hands below the table, switching the pieces between hands several times before lifting both hands, backs up, and presenting them to his grandfather. Royalt touched Alucius's right hand. The boy turned his hand over, opening it and showing the black piece. Then he turned his left hand and displayed the green footwarrior.

"Black it is."

Alucius quickly set up the pieces, beginning with the footwarriors in the first row, and ending with the soarer queen and sander king.

"Do you have any questions before we start?" asked Royalt.

"No, sir ... except why is the soarer a woman and the most powerful? Sanders are powerful, too, and they kill nightsheep. The soarers don't." He paused. "Do they?"

"No, the soarers don't." The older man laughed. "I can't tell you why the soarer is the most powerful piece. It's always been that way."

Alucius waited for his grandfather's move. Not surprisingly, it was the fourth footwarrior, two squares forward. Alucius matched the move, so that the two blocked each other. His grandfather moved the pteridon out, and Alucius countered by moving his fifth footwarrior a single square forward.

By several more moves, Royalt was smiling. "You have been watching. You're playing like your mother, but that last move was like Worlin's."

Royalt attacked, taking Alucius's lesser alector, but losing a pteridon, and a footwarrior, before capturing the boy's greater alector, at the cost of the other pteridon.


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L. E. Modesitt, Jr. lives in Cedar City, Utah.

L. E. Modesitt, Jr., is the bestselling author of the fantasy series The Saga of Recluce, Corean Chronicles, and the Imager Portfolio. His science fiction includes Adiamante, the Ecolitan novels, the Forever Hero Trilogy, and Archform: Beauty. Besides a writer, Modesitt has been a U.S. Navy pilot, a director of research for a political campaign, legislative assistant and staff director for a U.S. Congressman, Director of Legislation and Congressional Relations for the U.S. Environmental Protection Agency, a consultant on environmental, regulatory, and communications issues, and a college lecturer. He lives in Cedar City, Utah.

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JoeAtWork7 More than 1 year ago
I have skipped over Modesitt's books many times due to the mixture of magic and guns...not my typical genre. However, lately I have become more and more desperate for reading material, and decided out of desperation to give it a try. I have enjoyed his books very much so far, and wish I had tried them previously. Even on the standard slow-spots where authors need to give you that important but sometimes boring filler, he does a good job of keeping you reading along. While I don't think it's the best book I've ever read, I can say that it is definitely not just an "in-between" book. After finishing this series (Corean Chronicles), I am interested now in seeing what else I have missed in his works. I guess it's ok to step outside of the typical from time to time.
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Lord_Adair More than 1 year ago
Modesitt does an excellent job selling you on his main character. He again does a masterful job of withholding information until the right moment to add suspense to the story.
Guest More than 1 year ago
Legacies is about a boy with forbidden powers who is trying to save the world. I would highly recommend Legacies to any fantasy writing fan. Its base structure is very nearly perfect. In the beginning you get the main characters background and a mystery to be unfolded. A slowly deepening and informative storyline is spliced with a bit of action to keep you excited. Those are only technical details. Legacies is also creative, original, and inspiring. L.E. Modesitt, Jr. has designed a world from the ground up. I have never read a book that includes the theory that humans could have been grown like cattle for a higher species. Legacies shows us that just because you were designed for a specific purpose does not mean that you are limited to that purpose alone. Because of these facts I would highly recommend this book.
Guest More than 1 year ago
I read this novel and was impressed enough to read two other titles by this author having to do with the Recluce saga. I enjoyed this novel better for the quicker pace in story and more character development. In a nutshell, a story about a reluctant hero how manages to learn about his magic through his misadventures.
Guest More than 1 year ago
This book appears to be a sort of condensed, less-interesting version of a number of Modesitt's other books (those with Lorn and Ceryl as main characters come to mind in particular). It's not a bad book, exactly. However, Alucius is a less-interesting character than either Lorn or Ceryl, the magic is more undefined, but in an annoying rather than mysterious way, the characters and events in general are less compelling... Also, the action at times is rather forced and seems as though long sections were left out that really should have been there, the end of the book especially but by no means exclusively. The romance subplot is pushed at an absurd rate, and while I'm not much of a fan of reading long romance sequences, this seems to go straight from a sort of 'Hi, what's your name?' sequence to a 'I love you madly' sequence, with nothing in between, which is annoying. In any case... As I said, it's not actually a bad book, as such. It's decently written, though not as well as many of Modesitt's Recluse novels, the plot could certainly be worse, although it's not up to that of many of the Recluse novels, the characters aren't *that* bad, although again not at the level of those in many of the Recluse books... Essentially, if you're expecting something on par wit, say, The White Order or Magi'i of Cyador, you're out of luck, because this doesn't reach those standards. Otherwise, however, it's essentially just a decent but not great book.
Guest More than 1 year ago
While this book echoes all of Modesitt's eariliar books in the Recluse series, he manages to recreate the best aspects of that series in a similar world. The only criticism I might have is that this book is predictable.