The Crown Tower (Riyria Chronicles Series #1) [NOOK Book]

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Two men who hate each other. One impossible mission. A legend in the making.

Hadrian Blackwater, a warrior with nothing to fight for, is paired with Royce Melborn, a thieving assassin with nothing to lose. Hired by an old wizard, they must steal a treasure that no one can reach. The Crown Tower is the impregnable remains of the grandest fortress ever built and home to the realm's most prized possessions. But ...
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The Crown Tower (Riyria Chronicles Series #1)

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Overview

Two men who hate each other. One impossible mission. A legend in the making.

Hadrian Blackwater, a warrior with nothing to fight for, is paired with Royce Melborn, a thieving assassin with nothing to lose. Hired by an old wizard, they must steal a treasure that no one can reach. The Crown Tower is the impregnable remains of the grandest fortress ever built and home to the realm's most prized possessions. But it isn't gold or jewels that the wizard is after, and if he can just keep them from killing each other, they just might succeed.

Chronological Order
  • The Crown Tower (Riyria Chronicles #1)
  • The Rose and the Thorn (Riyria Chronicles #2)
  • Theft of Swords (Riyria Revelations #1 & #2): contains The Crown Conspiracy & Avempartha
  • Rise of Empire (Riyria Revelations #3 & #4): contains Nyphron Rising & The Emerald Storm
  • Heir of Novron (Riyria Revelations #5 & #6): contains Wintertide & Percepliquis

*** Fantasy Faction's Top 10 Anticipated Books for 2013 ***
*** BestFantasyBooks.com Most Anticipated Books of 2013 ****** Ranting Dragon's 50 Fantasy & Sci-Fi Novels to Look Forward to in 2013 ***
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Editorial Reviews

Library Journal
Hadrian Blackwater, a fighter who claims to be done with violence, meets Royce Melborn, an assassin hired by an unknown party to protect Hadrian and to whom the warrior takes an almost instant dislike. When a boy is executed for a crime Royce has committed, Hadrian's dislike becomes hatred—until the enemies are forced to work together to commit a seemingly impossible burglary at the behest of an old wizard. The author of the Riyria Revelations (Theft of Swords; Rise of Empire; Heir of Novron), which chronicle the adventures of Blackwater and Melborn as an established pair, sets his latest series opener 12 years earlier, describing the initial meeting between the two antiheroes. Sullivan's characters are reminiscent of other sword and sorcery (or sword and sword) pairings: Michael Moorcock's Elric and Moonglum, Frtiz Leiber's Fafhrd and the Gray Mouser, and Mercedes Lackey's Tarma and Kethry. VERDICT Fans of the original Riyria series should enjoy this return to familiar characters and places.
Literary Magic
"A whirlwind of twists, earth-shattering surprises and deadly betrayal."
Speculative Fiction Junkie
"Mr. Sullivan continues to impress. In Royce and Hadrian he has created some of the best characters the genre has seen in some time, and in Avempartha he shows that he knows what to do with them. These books should be in every bookstore and I really hope that they are someday."
From the Publisher
"Filled with adventure and clever dialog and featuring a pair of not-quite-heroes whose loyalties to each other provide them with their greatest strength, this epic fantasy showcases the arrival of a master storyteller... A winning debut for fantasy lovers."—Library Journal on Theft of Swords

"Hair-raising escapes, flashy sword fights, and faithful friendship complete the formula for good old-fashioned escapist fun."—Publishers Weekly on Theft of Swords

"A whirlwind of twists, earth-shattering surprises and deadly betrayal."—Literary Magic

"Mr. Sullivan continues to impress. In Royce and Hadrian he has created some of the best characters the genre has seen in some time, and in Avempartha he shows that he knows what to do with them. These books should be in every bookstore and I really hope that they are someday."—Speculative Fiction Junkie

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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780316243704
  • Publisher: Orbit
  • Publication date: 8/6/2013
  • Series: Riyria Chronicles Series , #1
  • Sold by: Hachette Digital, Inc.
  • Format: eBook
  • Pages: 320
  • Sales rank: 21,199
  • File size: 3 MB

Meet the Author

Born in Detroit, Michigan, Michael J. Sullivan has lived in Vermont, North Carolina, and Virginia. He worked as a commercial artist and illustrator, founding his own advertising agency in 1996, which he closed in 2005 to pursue writing full-time. The Crown Conspiracy is his first published work. He currently resides in Fairfax, Virginia with his wife and three children. The author's website can be found at www.riyria.com and on twitter @author_sullivan.
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The Crown Tower


By Michael J. Sullivan

Orbit

Copyright © 2013 Michael J. Sullivan
All rights reserved.
ISBN: 978-0-316-24371-1


CHAPTER 1

Pickles


Hadrian Blackwater hadn't gone more than five steps off the ship before he was robbed.

The bag—his only bag—was torn from his hand. He never even saw the thief. Hadrian couldn't see much of anything in the lantern-lit chaos surrounding the pier, just a mass of faces, people shoving to get away from the gangway or get nearer to the ship. Used to the rhythms of a pitching deck, he struggled to keep his feet on the stationary dock amidst the jostling scramble. The newly arrived moved hesitantly, causing congestion. Many onshore searched for friends and relatives, yelling, jumping, waving arms—chasing the attention of someone. Others were more professional, holding torches and shouting offers for lodging and jobs. One bald man with a voice like a war trumpet stood on a crate, promising that The Black Cat Tavern offered the strongest ale at the cheapest prices. Twenty feet away, his competition balanced on a wobbly barrel and proclaimed the bald man a liar. He further insisted The Lucky Hat was the only local tavern that didn't substitute dog meat for mutton. Hadrian didn't care. He wanted to get out of the crowd and find the thief who stole his bag. After only a few minutes, he realized that wasn't going to happen. He settled for protecting his purse and considered himself lucky. At least nothing of value was lost—just clothing, but given how cold Avryn was in autumn, that might be a problem.

Hadrian followed the flow of bodies, not that he had much choice. Adrift in the strong current, he bobbed along with his head just above the surface. The dock creaked and moaned under the weight of escaping passengers who hurried away from what had been their cramped home for more than a month. Weeks breathing clean salt air had been replaced by the pungent smells of fish, smoke, and tar. Rising far above the dimly lit docks, the city's lights appeared as brighter points in a starlit world.

Hadrian followed four dark-skinned Calian men hauling crates packed with colorful birds, which squawked and rattled their cages. Behind him walked a poorly dressed man and woman. The man carried two bags, one over a shoulder and the other tucked under an arm. Apparently no one was interested in their belongings. Hadrian realized he should have worn something else. His eastern attire was not only uselessly thin, but in a land of leather and wool, the bleached white linen thawb and the gold-trimmed cloak screamed wealth.

"Here! Over here!" The barely distinguishable voice was one more sound in the maelstrom of shouts, wagon wheels, bells, and whistles. "This way. Yes, you, come. Come!"

Reaching the end of the ramp and clearing most of the congestion, Hadrian spotted an adolescent boy. Dressed in tattered clothes, he waited beneath the fiery glow of a swaying lantern. The wiry youth held Hadrian's bag and beamed an enormous smile. "Yes, yes, you there. Please come. Right over here," he called, waving with his free hand.

"That's my bag!" Hadrian shouted, struggling to reach him and stymied by the remaining crowd blocking the narrow pier.

"Yes! Yes!" The lad grinned wider, his eyes bright with enthusiasm. "You are very lucky I took it from you or someone would have surely stolen it."

"You stole it!"

"No. No. Not at all. I have been faithfully protecting your most valued property." The youth straightened his willowy back such that Hadrian thought he might salute. "Someone like you should not be carrying your own bag."

Hadrian squeezed around three women who'd paused to comfort a crying child, only to be halted by an elderly man dragging an incredibly large trunk. The old guy, wraith thin with bright white hair, blocked the narrow isthmus already cluttered by the mountain of bags being recklessly thrown to the pier from the ship.

"What do you mean someone like me?" Hadrian shouted over the trunk as the old man struggled in front of him.

"You are a great knight, yes?"

"No, I'm not."

The boy pointed at him. "You must be. Look how big you are and you carry swords—three swords. And that one on your back is huge. Only a knight carries such things."

Hadrian sighed when the old man's trunk became wedged in the gap between the decking and the ramp. He reached down and lifted it free, receiving several vows of gratitude in an unfamiliar language.

"See," the boy said, "only a knight would help a stranger in need like that."

More bags crashed down on the pile beside him. One tumbled off, rolling into the harbor's dark water with a plunk! Hadrian pressed forward, both to avoid being hit from above and to retrieve his stolen property. "I'm not a knight. Now give me back my bag."

"I will carry it for you. My name is Pickles, but we must be going. Quickly now." The boy hugged Hadrian's bag and trotted off on dirty bare feet.

"Hey!"

"Quickly, quickly! We should not linger here."

"What's the rush? What are you talking about? And come back here with my bag!"

"You are very lucky to have me. I am an excellent guide. Anything you want, I know where to look. With me you can get the best of everything and all for the least amounts."

Hadrian finally caught up and grabbed his bag. He pulled and got the boy with it, his arms still tightly wrapped around the canvas.

"Ha! See?" The boy grinned. "No one is pulling your bag out of my hands!"

"Listen"—Hadrian took a moment to catch his breath—"I don't need a guide. I'm not staying here."

"Where are you going?"

"Up north. Way up north. A place called Sheridan."

"Ah! The university."

This surprised Hadrian. Pickles didn't look like the worldly type. The kid resembled an abandoned dog. The kind that might have once worn a collar but now possessed only fleas, visible ribs, and an overdeveloped sense for survival.

"You are studying to be a scholar? I should have known. My apologies for any insult. You are most smart—so, of course, you will make a great scholar. You should not tip me for making such a mistake. But that is even better. I know just where we must go. There is a barge that travels up the Bernum River. Yes, the barge will be perfect and one leaves tonight. There will not be another for days, and you do not want to stay in an awful city like this. We will be in Sheridan in no time."

"We?" Hadrian smirked.

"You will want me with you, yes? I am not just familiar with Vernes. I am an expert on all of Avryn—I have traveled far. I can help you, a steward who can see to your needs and watch your belongings to keep them safe from thieves while you study. A job I am most good at, yes?"

"I'm not a student, not going to be one either. Just visiting someone, and I don't need a steward."

"Of course you do not need a steward—if you are not going to be a scholar—but as the son of a noble lord just back from the east, you definitely need a houseboy, and I will make a fine houseboy. I will make sure your chamber pot is always emptied, your fire well stoked in winter, and fan you in the summer to keep the flies away."

"Pickles," Hadrian said firmly. "I'm not a lord's son, and I don't need a servant. I—" He stopped after noticing the boy's attention had been drawn away, and his gleeful expression turned fearful. "What's wrong?"

"I told you we needed to hurry. We need to get away from the dock right now!"

Hadrian turned to see men with clubs marching up the pier, their heavy feet causing the dock to bounce.

"Press-gang," Pickles said. "They are always near when ships come in. Newcomers like you can get caught and wake up in the belly of a ship already at sea. Oh no!" Pickles gasped as one spotted them.

After a quick whistle and shoulder tap, four men headed their way. Pickles flinched. The boy's legs flexed, his weight shifting as if to bolt, but he looked at Hadrian, bit his lip, and didn't move.

The clubmen charged but slowed and came to a stop after spotting Hadrian's swords. The four could have been brothers. Each had almost-beards, oily hair, sunbaked skin, and angry faces. The expression must have been popular, as it left permanent creases in their brows.

They studied him for a second, puzzled. Then the foremost thug, wearing a stained tunic with one torn sleeve, asked, "You a knight?"

"No, I'm not a knight." Hadrian rolled his eyes.

Another laughed and gave the one with the torn sleeve a rough shove. "Daft fool—he's not much older than the boy next to him."

"Don't bleedin' shove me on this slimy dock, ya stupid sod." The man looked back at Hadrian. "He's not that young."

"It's possible," one of the others said. "Kings do stupid things. Heard one knighted his dog once. Sir Spot they called him."

The four laughed. Hadrian was tempted to join in, but he was sobered by the terrified look on Pickles's face.

The one with the torn sleeve took a step closer. "He's got to be at least a squire. Look at all that steel, for Maribor's sake. Where's yer master, boy? He around?"

"I'm not a squire either," Hadrian replied.

"No? What's with all the steel, then?"

"None of your business."

The men laughed. "Oh, you're a tough one, are ya?"

They spread out, taking firmer holds on their sticks. One had a strap of leather run through a hole in the handle and wrapped around his wrist. Probably figured that was a good idea, Hadrian thought.

"You better leave us alone," Pickles said, voice wavering. "Do you not know who this is?" He pointed at Hadrian. "He is a famous swordsman—a born killer."

Laughter. "Is that so?" the nearest said, and paused to spit between yellow teeth.

"Oh yes!" Pickles insisted. "He's vicious—an animal—and very touchy, very dangerous."

"A young colt like him, eh?" The man gazed at Hadrian and pushed out his lips in judgment. "Big enough—I'll grant ya that—but it looks to me like he still has his mother's milk dripping down his chin." He focused on Pickles. "And you're no vicious killer, are ya, little lad? You're the dirty alley rat I saw yesterday under the alehouse boardwalks trying to catch crumbs. You, my boy, are about to embark on a new career at sea. Best thing for ya really. You'll get food and learn to work—work real hard. It'll make a man out of ya."

Pickles tried to dodge, but the thug grabbed him by the hair.

"Let him go," Hadrian said.

"How did ya put it?" The guy holding Pickles chuckled. "None of your business?"

"He's my squire," Hadrian declared.

The men laughed again. "You said you ain't a knight, remember?"

"He works for me—that's good enough."

"No it ain't, 'cause this one works for the maritime industry now." He threw a muscled arm around Pickles's neck and bent the boy over as another moved behind with a length of rope pulled from his belt.

"I said, let him go." Hadrian raised his voice.

"Hey!" the man with the torn sleeve barked. "Don't give us no orders, boy. We ain't taking you, 'cause you're somebody's property, someone who has you hauling three swords, someone who might miss you. That's problems we don't need, see? But don't push it. Push it and we'll break bones. Push us more and we'll drop you in a boat anyway. Push us too far, and you won't even get a boat."

"I really hate people like you," Hadrian said, shaking his head. "I just got here. I was at sea for a month—a month! That's how long I've traveled to get away from this kind of thing." He shook his head in disgust. "And here you are—you too." Hadrian pointed at Pickles as they worked at tying the boy's wrists behind his back. "I didn't ask for your help. I didn't ask for a guide, or a steward, or a houseboy. I was just fine on my own. But no, you had to take my bag and be so good-humored about everything. Worst of all, you didn't run. Maybe you're stupid—I don't know. But I can't help thinking you stuck around to help me."

"I'm sorry I didn't do a better job." Pickles looked up at him with sad eyes.

Hadrian sighed. "Damn it. There you go again." He looked back at the clubmen, already knowing how it would turn out—how it always turned out—but he'd to try anyway. "Look, I'm not a knight. I'm not a squire either, but these swords are mine, and while Pickles thought he was bluffing, I—"

"Oh, just shut up." The one with the torn sleeve took a step and thrust his club to shove Hadrian. On the slippery pier it was easy for Hadrian to put him off balance. He caught the man's arm, twisted the wrist and elbow around, and snapped the bone. The crack sounded like a walnut opening. He gave the screaming clubman a shove, which was followed by a splash as he went into the harbor.

Hadrian could have drawn his swords then—almost did out of reflex—but he'd promised himself things would be different. Besides, he stole the man's club before sending him over the side, a solid bit of hickory about an inch in diameter and a little longer than a foot. The grip had been polished smooth from years of use, the other end stained brown from blood that seeped into the wood grain.

The remaining men gave up trying to tie Pickles, but one continued to hold him in a headlock while the other two rushed Hadrian. He read their feet, noting their weight and momentum. Dodging his first attacker's swing, Hadrian tripped the second and struck him in the back of the head as he went down. The sound of club on skull made a hollow thud like slapping a pumpkin, and when the guy hit the deck, he stayed there. The other swung at him again. Hadrian parried with the hickory stick, striking fingers. The man cried out and lost his grip, the club left dangling from the leather strap around his wrist. Hadrian grabbed the weapon, twisted it tight, bent the man's arm back, and pulled hard. The bone didn't break, but the shoulder popped. The man's quivering legs signaled the fight had left him, and Hadrian sent him over the side to join his friend.

By the time Hadrian turned to face the last of the four, Pickles was standing alone and rubbing his neck. His would-be captor sprinted into the distance.

"Is he going to come back with friends, you think?" Hadrian asked.

Pickles didn't say anything. He just stared at Hadrian, his mouth open.

"No sense lingering to find out, I suppose," Hadrian answered himself. "So where's this barge you were talking about?"

Away from the seaside pier, the city of Vernes was still choked and stifling. Narrow brick roads formed a maze overshadowed by balconies that nearly touched. Lanterns and moonlight were equally scarce, and down some lonely pathways there was no light at all. Hadrian was thankful to have Pickles. Recovered from his fright, the "alley rat" acted more like a hunting dog. He trotted through the city's corridors, leaping puddles that stank of waste and ducking wash lines and scaffolding with practiced ease.

"That's the living quarters for most of the shipwrights, and over there is the dormitory for the dockworkers." Pickles pointed to a grim building near the wharf with three stories, one door, and few windows. "Most of the men around this ward live there or at the sister building on the south end. So much here is shipping. Now, up there, high on that hill—see it? That is the citadel."

Hadrian lifted his head and made out the dark silhouette of a fortress illuminated by torches.

"Not really a castle, more like a counting house for traders and merchants. Walls have to be high and thick for all the gold it is they stuff up there. This is where all the money from the sea goes. Everything else runs downhill—but gold flows up."

Pickles sidestepped a toppled bucket and spooked a pair of cat-sized rats that ran for deeper shadows. Halfway past a doorway Hadrian realized a pile of discarded rags was actually an ancient-looking man seated on a stoop. With a frazzled gray beard and a face thick with folds, he never moved, not even to blink. Hadrian only noticed him after his smoking pipe's bowl glowed bright orange.

"It is a filthy city," Pickles called back to him. "I am pleased we are leaving. Too many foreigners here—too many easterners—many probably arrived with you. Strange folk, the Calians. Their women practice witchcraft and tell fortunes, but I say it is best not to know too much about one's future. We will not have to worry about such things in the north. In Warric, they burn witches in the winter to keep warm. At least that is what I have heard." Pickles stopped abruptly and spun. "What is your name?"
(Continues...)


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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 5, 2014

    Can't Put It Down!

    I recently have been looking for a new Sci-Fi series, and was pleasantly surprised to have found these books. This author is nothing short of amazing, he has a way of detailing things so you can be immersed but not over detailing them to where you get lost or end up skipping things. The characters are unique and interesting, and the story itself is engaging. If you are looking for a good read, this is it.

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted September 22, 2013

    more from this reviewer

    Whether you read the series or not, READ these. How our duo met.

    Hadrian returns to Vernes from Calis to visit Arcadias in Sheridan at the university, an old friend of his fathers and family. Hadrian travels by barge up the river with jewel merchants who claim the strange dark caped man is the killer Vernes is looking for. Hadrian believes in all people, but when people start disappearing and dying Hadrian wonders of this man.

    Gwen is a young prostitute who wants out from under the employment of her boss, and the men he lets in his establishment. When another girl is killed and he threatens Gwen, she decides it's time to make her move. But she can't leave Medford. She's waiting for something, someone.

    Royce is quiet, sneaky, quick, and deadly thief. He has an evil in his eyes. He trusts no one but himself.

    Arcadias puts the fighter and the thief together, thinking they would be a good team. They might be good for each other, IF they can accomplish the job as a team, not separate, and live through it.

    Gwen younger before she's on her own. Her life in Medford as a Calian, the prejudiced is so strong. How Gwen has come to her own, a hard story. Gwen's tale of coming to Medford and learning her talent.

    We follow Hadrian and Gwen more than Royce. But Royce is the one we always have a mysterious feel of, and he's not much of a talker. It takes a bit to get our favorite duo together and the banter flowing, but when they do, the blooming of their quick wits are there.

    Oh, for those who have read the first six (or three Orbit) books, we know the secrets and get to see the forming of them. Those who haven't read the books will have so many clues to what's to come. You will WANT to know more about these characters. I love seeing the clues now and Michael has dropped more in to connect later in the series as well.

    We learn more of Calis being Hadrian fresh off ship from there. Even touches from Gwen as her mother was from there.

    Through the over all story plot there are mini-plots, which Michael is amazing at. I really enjoyed these as they are used to tell the story of our characters growth, personalities, world drawing, and to bring the characters together. There's the murderer mystery going on with Hadrian on the barge. Gwen fighting for her own life and those of the girls around her, then coming into her own. Also, Hadrian and Royce meeting and training and trying to compromise to do the job Arcadias requests. There is even troubles at the university that stir.

    The secrets in Gwen's character! Oh my. She has links that I had never really thought of. Great. Wonderful. Amazing to see this. Her story is a secret that is well to be known. And the grace she is left with, that person could be explained in reading the series - if you haven't yet.

    I don't know how Michael does it, but when we finally get Royce and Hadrian banter it is wonderful! Just like old friends for me. They click so easily for me as a pair, even when they hate each other and think of ways to kill the other.

    This is an amazing addition to the Riyria world. The way it all began. I could say you could read this one before or after the series, but if after you might catch more connections.

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 7, 2013

    The adventure continues!  

    The adventure continues!  

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted August 6, 2013

    I am a complete newbie to this author. I¿d seen the books from T

    I am a complete newbie to this author. I’d seen the books from The Riyria Revelations series and thought about buying them. This book is the first in a pair of prequels to that series, and I am glad I read this first. I prefer to read a series in chronological order rather than it’s published one. If you’re like me and this is your first taste in this world it is extremely important to remember that this is a prequel and that there are four more books to read after this.




    The story has a very slow start and at times it was hard for me to focus. While it was well written there really wasn’t very much going on action wise, but main characters were being established. The action does eventually pick up, but it occurs in little bursts. And although there was danger it wasn’t until the very end of the book that I felt a sense of urgency. If I had read this book thinking it was a stand alone novel with the potential for more books I would have thought the ending was lame. This book is 400 pages of set up, but from the style of writing and the lovable characters I can see how people fell in love with this series, and I will be sticking around to read the punch line.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 12, 2014

    I'm thinking this is my favorite Riyria story. But then I went b

    I'm thinking this is my favorite Riyria story. But then I went back and read the entire set again. I can't decide, but this story is a great introduction to some fantastic, engaging characters. It gives you a lot of the background too, that helps when you read the Revelatoins. Can't recommend this author and this series highly enough!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 1, 2013

    Excellent story

    The descriptions were fantastic. I have found a new author to love. I hope that he finds ways to continue with these characters.

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  • Posted October 18, 2013

    a good beginning for Riyira fans

    Very good, but changed more details of the events as hinted in the Riyria Revelations than I would have liked

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 3, 2013

    The first Michael Sullivan book I read was Theft of Swords. I wa

    The first Michael Sullivan book I read was Theft of Swords. I was hooked and was delighted to find The Crown Tower to give the history of Hadrian and Royce. I devoured The Crown Tower, even staying up way past my bedtime to finish the book. The writing is superb and the story is well-plotted out. I loved the dialogue between Hadrian and Royce. I am a sucker for character development and this series promises plenty. I also like the "gotcha" moments Mr. Sullivan throws in. I highly recommend this book and hope that Mr. Sullivan continues with more Hadrian and Royce adventures beyond what he has already written.

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  • Posted August 22, 2013

    In THE CROWN TOWER, the author writes a prequel to the Riyria Re

    In THE CROWN TOWER, the author writes a prequel to the Riyria Revelations series worth reading first.  It’s clear that the author has spent a lot of time in this world and the world-building is exceptionally well crafted.  There are a few instances of magic, but it’s as low key to the plot as GAME OF THRONES.  The real focus is between the characters and their adventures.
    Although several of the scenes take place within a brothel, there is no graphic sex or violence (minus a quick and early scene with Shane).  However, there are some characters that are violent towards women, so younger audiences might not be able to handle the subject matter.
    Royce might possibly be my all time favorite anti-hero with his mysterious demeanor yet chatty outbursts.  I love how opposite he is from Hadrian and how their differences drives them as much apart as together.  Royce doesn’t get a POV spot until late in the book, but it is worth waiting for.  His complexity and view of Hadrian are hilariously different from Hadrian’s view of Royce.
    For some silly reason, I thought Hadrian was a dwarf at the start of the book.  I think it was the name.  It became clear sooner rather than later that Hadrian is a full sized, very muscular male.  It I were ever to have a crush on a fictional character based on actions alone, then Hadrian might be the guy.  Tormented by his past, yet Hadrian is strong, skilled, loyal, and kind.
    Gwen’s narrative is less compelling than Hadrian’s.  Her only purpose in life is to prepare for a man she’s never met.  She’s determined but naive.  She doesn’t feel as fleshed out as the male characters of the story.  Even her nemesis, Grue, has a more sympathetic and solid character.  I was surprised how sympathetic he ended up being, considering that he openly strikes women.  For him, it’s business.
    When it all came together, I was surprised how well everything meshed.  It’s a predictable ending, especially for current fans of the author, though the narrative is so compelling that it still shocks the reader.  Like: “Hey!  Oh, right.  That was suppose to happen.”  If you’re a new fan or old, then THE CROWN TOWER is an excellent starting point to this epic fantasy series.  Highly recommend for all fantasy lovers.

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  • Posted August 21, 2013

    A terrific introduction to some of my favorite fictional charact

    A terrific introduction to some of my favorite fictional characters. There is a certain loss of suspense in a prequel, but plenty of excitement anyway. I'm not sure that someone new to the series would have patience with the long setup, and might want both more action and character development early on -- it does take Hadrian a while to smarten up, and it stretches belief that a seasoned soldier and gladiator can still be so naive. Still, adventure is key, humor seasons the mix, and I've plenty of questions for the next episode to answer. As an established fan of the Riyria world, I enjoyed every minute of this well performed listen. Tim Reynolds does an exceptional job as reader

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  • Posted August 21, 2013

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    I can't get enough of these characters!

    The story lines just pull you in and the characters are devleloped in such a way that you can't help but feel like you know them. I have thoroughly enjoyed the previous Trilogy and this one looks to be the same high quality

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