After a long career as a mining geologist in California and Alaska, and a shorter one as a database administrator in Colorado, I’m currently writing my fourth novel set in 6th century Britain. For more information, see my blog or my author chat thread on LibraryThing.com
Storytellerby G. R. Grove
"Blood and fire, gold and steel and poetry, a river's voice in the silence of the night, and the shining strings of a harp - all these and more I have known in my time... Now they are all gone, the men and women I knew when I was young, gone like words on the wind, and I am left here in the twilight to tell you their tale. Sit, then, and listen if you will to the… See more details below
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"Blood and fire, gold and steel and poetry, a river's voice in the silence of the night, and the shining strings of a harp - all these and more I have known in my time... Now they are all gone, the men and women I knew when I was young, gone like words on the wind, and I am left here in the twilight to tell you their tale. Sit, then, and listen if you will to the words of Gwernin Kyuarwyd, called Storyteller." So begins the tale of the young Gwernin's adventures as a wandering storyteller and would-be bard in the chaos and contradictions of 6th century Britain. Along the way he encounters allies and enemies both human and supernatural, finds love and friendship, and learns the lore -and the true meaning - of a Bard's profession.
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I ran through the hallway. "Moon!" I look behind me and almost drop my books. "Oak!" I say nervously. Oak races to catch up. "The competition is in a couple of days. Im the one going into the one on one fight." He scanned my face as if to see my reaction. "So am I." I say. Oak drops his books. "What!?" I look down, hiding my small smile. "They cant let you do that!" I look back up. "Why not?" Oak looks flustered. "Er, oh! Look, theres the class room!" He changes the topic and runs off to the room. I follow and enter. The teacher, Dove, looks up. "Moon! You were called up for a meeting." I gulp and set down my books. "What for?" Dove shrugs. "Thats all i know." I nod and step out of the room, feeling all the eyes on me. I walked down the empty halls. Aaron was waiting for me halfway to the office. "What was the lights about?" I ask before he can say anything. "It was a test." He replies simply and says nothing else. We walk in silence the rest of the way. We reach the office and Lion is waiting for us. "Hello Moon." He says. I dip my head respectively. "Please sit." He gestures to a chair. I take it. "I suppoe you are wondering about the lights. In paticular why the shattered. Im going to be straight with you." He looks at me seriously. "You're a trilight." I look at him disbelievingly. "Trilight? You mean a mythical magic creature. Right." He nods. "Exactly. A trilight. A creature of light, dark, and magic. We are lucky you are one in which light is dominant over dark." I nod, not really believing him. "Magic however was most dominant. You dont believe me though. Let me prove it." He pulls out a triangualar mirror. "Only trilights can have reflections in this mirror." He hold in in front of himself. No reflection. Than in front of me. I could see my self clearly as well a purple outline around me. "That means magic doesnt it?" I ask, though still not believing so it isnt having much effect. He nods. I turn to him. "If we are sharing truths, tell me one more." He nods again. "What really happened to my parents?" Lion blinked, unprepared for this question.
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Enjoyable enough fiction about a summer a wandering youth spent learning how to be a bard. Well thought out story and has a lot of excellent historic references that were fun. I found it a little boring and was annoyed with the way each chapter ended. All in all this was not a bad way to spend an afternoon in the sun.
In Storyteller we hear about young Gwernin's start as a story teller and how he moved into apprenticing as a bard. He tells his tales with a bif of a flare, fitting for a storyteller, and he is a very likeable character. The descriptions of some characters seem repetative, but on the whole this book was an excellent read. I did think that beyond Gwernin, and maybe two or three other characters, everyone else was very flat. I found myself forgetting who characters were because they had little or no development. His tag line, "But that, O my children, is a story for another day" appears at the end of every chapter, and gets to be a bit annoying by the end of the book, because he's hinted at all these other great adventures that the reader is told nothing about. However, I will definitely be reading the other books in the trilogy and I can't wait to hear about the rest of his adventures!