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The question came in a gently sardonic voice, and the golden-haired young man standing before the mirror in the chapter house's entry vestibule turned quickly. A faint flush touched his cheeks as he recognized the voice's teasing edge, but he bent his head in a small bow.
"I am, Sir Charrow."
His reply was proper enough, but irritation lingered in his expression. Not overtly; it was more subtle than any scowl, little more than an extra bit of tension in his jaw, more sensed than seen, perhaps, with just the tiniest edge of challenge under his courteous words. Sir Charrow Malakhai, Knight-Captain of the Order of Tomanak and master of its Belhadan chapter, hid a sigh as he wondered if the youngster even realized that edge was there. Sir Charrow had seen other arrogant young sprouts-more of them, in fact, than he had any desire to contemplate-during his years with the Order. Fortunately, Tomanak's Order, as a rule, had a way of knocking that sort of attitude out of its brethren; unfortunately, the process seemed to have gone awry this time.
"Good, my son." The knight-captain made his words a gentle reprimand and was rewarded by seeing the younger man's flush darken. Whatever else he might be, Vaijon wasn't stupid. He recognized a rebuke even when he truly failed to grasp the reason for it. "This is a very important day for our chapter, Vaijon," Charrow went on in a more normal voice. "It is up to you to represent us-and Tomanak-properly."
"Of course, Sir Charrow. I understand. And I'm honored by the trust which led you to select me for this duty."
Vaijon went down on one knee and bent his head once more, and Charrow gazed down at him for a moment. Then he laid one scarred hand, blunt fingers still strong and calloused from regular practice with sword, bow, and lance, upon the gleaming gold hair.
"Go then with my blessing," he said, "and with that of the God. May his Shield go before you."
"Thank you, Sir Charrow," Vaijon murmured. Charrow's mouth quirked in a small smile, for there was a trace of impatience in the younger man's voice now to mingle with his lingering irritation. Clearly, if he had to do this, he wanted to get it over with as soon as possible.
The master of the chapter considered pointing out that this was not precisely the correct attitude for one being sent forth on the War God's business, but then he thought better of it. Vaijon's attitude, after all, was one reason he'd selected the young knight-probationer for this particular task, and so he settled for patting him on the shoulder and left.
When he looked back from the doorway, Vaijon was back on his feet and gazing once more into the mirror. The knight-captain shook his head with another smile. It was a wry smile, and if the young man before the mirror had been even a little less involved with his reflection, he might have felt a twinge of alarm at the sparkle of amusement in his superior's eyes.
At twenty-five, Sir Vaijon of Almerhas, Baron Halla, fourth son of Earl Truehelm of Almerhas and cousin to Duke Saicha, Royal and Imperial Governor of Fradonia, was a handsome young man. He was also a very large one (he stood six inches over six feet, with broad shoulders), and as the son of a great noble and heir to a barony in his own right on his mother's side, he had begun his weapons training early. He moved with the trained grace of a warrior, his muscles had much the same solidity as well-seasoned oak, long hours on the training field had gilded his complexion with a bronze which lingered even in midwinter, and the deep green surcoat of the Order of Tomanak set off his hair and flashing blue eyes admirably.
Sir Vaijon was well aware of all those facts. Indeed, although it would have been unbecoming to admit it, he knew he took a certain pride in them. As his father was fond of pointing out, after all, one had a duty to one's blood-and, of course, to the Order-and presenting the proper appearance was part of discharging that duty. When one looked the part of a knight of the Order and spoke with the confidence of a gentleman, one's words carried additional weight even with one's peers and impressed lesser folk into obeying one without bothersome argument.
In moments of honesty, Sir Vaijon was prepared to admit that his pride in his birth and appearance stemmed from more than a simple awareness of how they served him in the performance of his duties. To be sure, the administration of justice was the primary purpose of the Order, and it was clear to Vaijon that an imposing presence and the judicious use of his aristocratic titles would ... encourage others to defer to him when he stepped in to settle disputes. He couldn't change who he was, anyway, so why shouldn't he embrace his identity and use it to the Order's benefit?
Yet as he listened to the door close behind him and used the mirror to check his grooming one last time, Vaijon knew Sir Charrow disagreed with him. The knight-captain considered his firm sense of who he had been born to be a flaw, though Vaijon had never been able to see why. Or, at least, to see that it detracted in any way from the performance of his duties. Not even Sir Charrow could fault his passion for truth and justice; indeed, the master was more likely to suggest in his gentle way that Vaijon might want to temper his quest for justice with a bit more compassion. Nor could he fault Vaijon as a warrior, for it was a simple fact that no one had ever bested him-in training or actual battle-since his seventeenth birthday. Which was only to be expected in an Almerhas of Almerhas, of course. And in one who had known almost from the day he learned to walk that he was destined to be a knight of the war god.
Yet the master seemed to have reservations even there, as if he thought Vaijon's confidence in his abilities constituted some sort of overweening pride, even arrogance. But how could simply admitting the truth of one's own capability be arrogance? And it wasn't as if Vaijon thought that he alone deserved all the credit for his prowess. He knew how much he owed his instructors for his superlative training, and he was well aware of how fortunate he was in terms of the size and native strength with which Tomanak had blessed him. Indeed, that awareness of the favor the Sword of Light had shown him was one of the reasons he longed to administer justice among the little people of Orfressa, which was why he was often baffled by the master's concern when all he sought was to be worthy of the trust Tomanak had chosen to repose in him.
When Sir Charrow spoke, Vaijon always listened, of course. It was his duty as a knight-probationer, and no Almerhas of Almerhas ever failed in his duty. Yet closely as he listened and hard as he pondered the master's words, he could not convince himself Sir Charrow was right. Justice was justice, truth was truth, and skill at arms was skill at arms. To deny or compromise any of them was to undercut all the Order stood for.
And as far as his birth was concerned, Vaijon had never claimed precedence over any other member of the Order, however low born those others might be. Indeed, he took a certain pride in the fact that he never had. Unlike many other chivalric orders, the Order of Tomanak stood open to all, and fitness for membership was judged solely on the applicant's merits. It was, perhaps, regrettable that such a policy allowed the occasional lowborn embarrassment entry, but it also meant that only the most qualified warriors from the ranks of the gently born were admitted, as well. And however common some of his brother knights might be, Vaijon knew their hearts were in the right place, else they had never been admitted in the first place, which made up for a great deal. Besides, the better born and more sophisticated members of the Order-like, for example, Sir Vaijon of Almerhas-could normally cover their occasional public gaffes, and Vaijon defied anyone to name one time when he had treated any of them with less than true courtesy.
And so far as those who were not one's brothers were concerned, neither Tomanak's Code nor any law or rule of the Order specifically required one to actually socialize with inferiors so long as one saw to it that they received justice. Still, he couldn't escape the notion that Sir Charrow felt he should be more ... more-
Vaijon couldn't lay his mental grip on the exact word to describe what Sir Charrow wanted of him, but he knew it was there. The knight-captain didn't lecture him-that wasn't the way of the Order-but there had been enough elliptical references to the character traits of a true knight to leave Vaijon with no doubt that Sir Charrow was unconvinced he possessed them all in proper proportion. More, Vaijon remained only a knight-probationer after almost three full years. He knew his failure to advance beyond that status had nothing to do with his prowess, which could only mean Sir Charrow had delayed his promotion for other reasons, and Vaijon had noted (though no proper knight could admit he had) that the master had a tendency to single him out for particularly onerous duties from time to time. Not dangerous ones, and certainly not ones to which a knight of the Order could object, yet subtly ... demeaning? No, that wasn't the word either. It was as if ... as if Sir Charrow hoped that by burdening him with tasks better fitted to the more humbly born he could force Vaijon into some sort of insight.
If that was, indeed, the master's purpose, Vaijon had no intention of objecting, for Sir Charrow was his superior in the Order. He was also one of the noblest, and certainly one of the holiest, men Vaijon had ever met, and the younger knight did not even blame the knight-captain for his own lack of promotion. He might not agree with it, but decisions on advancement were properly made by the master of a chapter, and it was the mark of a true gentleman to accept the decisions of those placed in authority over him whether he agreed with those decisions or not. And if Sir Charrow wished Vaijon to learn some lesson or attain some insight which had so far eluded him, then the younger knight was earnestly willing to be instructed by him. That, too, was one of the traits of a man of noble birth, and hence, by definition, of an Almerhas of Almerhas.
Unfortunately, he had yet to obtain so much as a glimpse of whatever Sir Charrow intended him to learn, and there were times when he found the knight-captain's notion of his proper duties more objectionable than others. Like now. Not that there was anything ignoble about this task, but the morning was little more than an hour old, and six inches of fresh snow had fallen overnight. A knight must be hardy and inured to discomfort, yet there were very few places Sir Vaijon of Almerhas would rather be on a morning like this than buried in a nice, warm nest of blankets. Certainly the last place he wanted to be was down at dockside, and in the full regalia of the Order to boot.
He gave the set of his surcoat one last, finicky twitch of adjustment and grimaced as he listened to winter wind moan just beyond the stout front door. His silvered chain hauberk (a gift from his father when he earned his probationary knighthood) glittered brightly, and the gems studding his white sword belt (a gift from his mother on the same occasion) sparkled, yet he suspected he was fiddling with his appearance at least in part to delay the moment he had to step outdoors. The deep green surcoat, woven of the finest silk, emphasized the splendor of his accouterments ... but it wasn't very thick. Just this once, Vaijon thought longingly of the plainer, cheaper surcoats the Order provided for those knights who lacked his own family's private resources. They were far more plebeian-rather drab, in fact, with minimal embroidery in barely adequate colors-but there was no denying that they were warmer.
Perhaps so, he told himself, but a nobleman must hold to a higher standard, especially on important occasions. And if his surcoat was thinner than he might have wished, at least he had the arming doublet under his hauberk and the otter-trimmed cloak his mother's ladies had sewn for him. Of course, once the wind moaning outside the chapter house had a chance to sink its teeth into the steel links of his mail they would nip right through his arming doublet, but-
He shook his head and scolded himself for thinking about such things at a time like this. However much the weaknesses of the flesh might make him long to avoid exposing himself to the chill-and this early, to boot!-the task he had been assigned was a great honor for a knight-probationer, and Vaijon drew another deep breath, swept his cloak over his shoulders, picked up his gloves, and headed for the door.
Evark Pitchallow laid his schooner alongside the pier with a master's touch. Wind Dancer ghosted in under a single jib, then kissed the fenders guarding her hull from the pilings like a lover, and a dozen longshoremen caught the lines her crew threw ashore. Thicker hawsers followed, and it took no more than a handful of minutes to wrap them around the mooring bollards and lower a plank from the pier. It angled steeply downward, for the schooner's deck was much lower than the edge of the wharf, but heavy cross battens promised plenty of traction for those who had to use it.
Evark spent a few more minutes making certain Wind Dancer was properly snugged down, then tucked his thumbs in his belt and marched over to where his passengers stood in the waist of the ship with their meager belongings at their feet. He paused in front of them, rocking back on his heels to regard them properly, and Bahzell smiled down at him.
"Well, I've seldom seen a scruffier pair," the halfling allowed after a moment, and Bahzell's smile grew broader. "Aye, all very well to stand there with a witless grin, fishbait! But this is the big city, not some ratty little town in the back of beyond, and the Belhadan Guard's not exactly known for viewing vagrants with affection. If you want my advice, you'll lie up somewhere out of sight and see about at least getting yourselves some clothes that pass muster."
"'Vagrants' is it, now?" Bahzell laid a hand on his massive chest, and his foxlike ears flattened in dejection. "You're not after being one to smother a man with flattery, are you now?"
"Ha! Calling you two that probably insults real vagrants!" Evark snorted, and there was more than a little truth to his words.
Bahzell's gear had been passable enough when he fled the Bloody Sword city of Navahk, but since then he'd covered the full length of Norfressa, north to south, on foot, through a particularly rainy autumn and the onset of winter.
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She's a brilliant, charismatic combat commander who's always "where the fire's hottest." Born of yeoman stock, she is now a knight of the realm, a great noble in two separate star nations, a flag officer in two separate navies, a confidante of queens, a martial artist, a multibillionaire, a woman, a daughter, an empath, and the human adoptee of a six-limbed Sphinxian treecat. She's lost an eye and an arm to wounds suffered in battle, and she's paid the price in sorrow and feelings of guilt for those who have died under her command in those same battles.
All of that I can rattle off without much effort, but it's more difficult to penetrate to the core of what makes her who she is.
If I had to pick the three characteristics, which I think are most central to who Honor Harrington is and to the reason readers respond to her so positively, those characteristics would be responsibility, compassion, and loyalty. She is not a "safe" person. She has a ferocious temper, which it is very dangerous to arouse, but that dangerous side of her personality is controlled and focused by her sense of compassion and her willingness to assume responsibility for fixing problems, whoever created them. It doesn't matter to Honor whether or not a problem is "her fault." What matters to her is that there is a problem, which needs to be solved, and she digs in to do just that. And the thing which makes her so charismatic is the combination of that sense of responsibility with her absolute loyalty to the people she commands. Of course, that capacity for loyalty extends upward from her, as well, but it's the downward reach, the quality that communicates itself to the most junior person in her crew, that creates a matching sense of loyalty and devotion from those under her command.
Most of all, Honor Harrington is someone who knows who she is, whether I do or not. She is no more free of self-doubt than anyone else, but she knows what she believes in and where her responsibilities lie, and she is constitutionally incapable of doing one inch less than her sense of duty requires of her.
I like her. And I suppose I wish I were more like her. David Weber
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Posted May 31, 2004
I started reading and then i could put it down . You just want to now what kind of tricks the peeps will come up with and the underhanded political goings on are facinating ,Honor is a great character ,can't wait to see her back
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Posted January 8, 2004
I started the series initially in Nov of 2001 with 'Ashes of Victory'. By Jan of '02, I had read the entire series and was busy gorging myself on anything else by David Weber. 'War of Honor' was a little slower than the previous books, but the twists and turns of the situation between the 'Manties' and the 'Peeps' had already sucked me in. I know and love or hate all of the characters. Still, this book left me feeling a little unfinished and I find myself torn between telling myself that this is the last book and praying for another. I HAVE TO KNOW!!! David Weber rules the Universe!
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Posted December 17, 2003
The Republic of Haven, painfully rebuilt (and still rebuilding) after the coup that put an end to its era as a 'People's Republic,' wants only to negotiate a just peace with the Star Kingdom of Manticore. Although Manticore's current government finds it politically expedient to delay an official cessation of hostilities for as long as possible (after all, it would be very inconvenient to lose the extra revenues that the on-going state of war justifies!), the Star Kingdom's people and its Royal Navy certainly don't want combat to resume. But someone wants that to happen, and for nearly 900 pages author Weber keeps his readers guessing right along with the major players from both sides of the conflict. I'm very thankful that 'War of Honor' was not the first Honor Harrington book I'd ever read. If I hadn't already known and cared deeply about the characters, I can't imagine that I would have read more than a chapter or two before putting this one aside. I understand (or at least I think I do!) that the author intended to lead me through the convoluted, painful process by which people who don't wish to fight each other can nevertheless find themselves doing so. I understand the parallels between the military and political slippery slope on which the former 'Peeps' and the 'Manties' find themselves, and the one on which Duchess and Steadholder Harrington and Earl White Haven find themselves in private life. But I would have very much appreciated having the endless political passages (which on one evening nearly made me nod off - not all my usual reaction to a Weber novel!) relieved by some ACTION. However, I have to admit that I did read every word. I am intrigued to realize that there may be a reason why Weber created the society of Grayson, Honor's adopted home-world, with polygamy as one of its most cherished social institutions...and I want very much to know what happens next. I'm more interested than ever in Honor, Nimitz, Samantha, Hamish Alexander - and especially in Emily. I'm eager to find out what Queen Elizabeth's inability to bend (the treecats call her 'Soul of Steel' for a reason) will mean for her people, as this saga's next installment plays itself out.Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Posted July 7, 2003
Having read every one of the Honor series by David Weber I am amazed that he keeps it all together. The threads have kept the reader involved in the background and action. He brings it together while still providing a few surprises along the way.Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Posted April 28, 2003
I find it amazing that fans of sci-fi have suddenly determined that a story cannot have a legitimate build up of background for its continuation. You have to realize, this happens in a universe where living for 300 years has become the norm, barring Grayson until recently of course. The political intrigues in this story are much more than they have been in any other book. 'The game' has always existed in the Manticoran universe. Just look at how it has held up Honor's career in the Manticoran Navy. The story from the perspective of the 'Peeps' is also excellent for fans, as it gives you more perspective on the reasons these people feel pressured into their decisions. Take the story for what it is, a lull in the fighting and the growth of Honor in her much neglected, due to her naval career commitments, personal and political life. I have stopped reading at least three other series because they seemed more interested in adding books to a series than developing a good story. David Weber yet to do this, and I have faith he will not let Honor, her friends, and respected foes fall into this same trap. Write on Mr. Weber because I imagine if as well as this build up is written, the forthcoming confrontations should be awesome.Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Posted March 4, 2003
I have more than thoroughly enjoyed Mr. Weber's series. His latest Honor Harrington novel proves to me that he's been there and he's done it. He seems to understand what all career military people learn sometime: you get promoted, because you were very good at what you did at your previous rank, regardless of your compentency. (Peter Principle number 1). I feel Mr. Weber has ended the Honor Harrington series with this book. Why? Where can Honor go now? If you look at the series, this is a great book to end it. It didn't so much matter when Honor was a JO; you go in harms's way. Now, she is a "mover and a shaker." She can't do anymore front line battles; Admirals, much less Fleet Admirals, don't do one-to-one combat. So, we have to focus on POLITICS. Mr. Weber has done an excellent, although boring, treatise on Empire vs. Haven political points of view (Seemingly, the entire reason for "War of Honor"), but ... I think Mr. Weber has done a great job of "retiring" Honor. He has developed her character, her associates' characters, and left a wide open world for Rafe, Scotty, Alderman, the Ramos family, and the Peeps, with Joseph Theisman at the helm. I think Honor has run her last believable curent epic. I'd like to see her friends in print.Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Posted January 2, 2003
This was the first Honor book that I read; I couldn't put it down. Fans of the series probably were disappointed because it doesn't have much action, but I was thoroughly engrossed. This is an 861 page book, and the "war" from the title doesn't start until page 754, but for darn good reason. The tension steadily escalates until the war between the Republic and Manticore erupts anew. I cannot wait for the next book to see if Honor manages to save the Kingdom or if Thomas Theisman manages to settle the conflict once and for all. I loved the book. I can easily see, however, that fans of the series would be disappointed. Also, for those who don't really care for political manuevering and gradually escalating tension, who merely want to read about starships destroying each other, then there are other, shorter, less interesting and realistic choices available.Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Posted November 15, 2002
War of Honor by David Weber 2002 Baen Press ISBN 0-7434-3545-1 (Includes CD.) I love the Honor Harrington series. I've read them all, some more than once, and I've given them away as presents too. Having said that, this is not the best of the bunch. War of Honor is 864 pages long (868 counting the nice glossary) and there are three pages of maps which I am not counting. Of those 860+ pages, 600+ are devoted entirely to . . . committee meetings. Committee meetings on Manticore held by the enemies of Honor who are still running the government. Committee meetings on Haven, where Admiral Theisman & Co. have thrown out the old dictatorship and installed a constitutional democracy (restored the original one, actually). Committee meetings where they plot to avoid war. Committee meetings where they maliciously manipulate events to cause a new war. Committee meetings on top of committee meetings. What's bad is that all the committee members tend to talk alike, using the same grammar and turns of phrase, no matter if they are on Manticore or Haven. (It's easy to forget which is which, without referring back to the character's names and titles.) What's worse is that Honor is not in most of them -- 600+ pages without Honor Harrington, only talk, talk, talk and more talk. I would gladly dispense with 90% of the committee meetings pages and settle for their gist. The result would be a 320+ page novel which features Honor Harrington and space battles (Admiral Harrington gets a whole fleet this time), with just enough committee stuff to add spice to the stew, and no action scenes shortened by one word. If one wanted a 600 page history of how nations inadvertently drift into war, let me recommend one of the excellent historians who have studied this topic, Barbara Tuchman for instance. All in all, it is an Honor Harrington novel, and I willingly (more or less) plowed through the mountain of chaff to get the wheat hidden in there. Weber shines when he writes action, and it's in there somewhere.Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Posted November 26, 2002
Most reviewers have complained that this book is too long, with too little action. They are entrirely correct. Pages and pages of people sitting around tables discussing politics. For the first time in my life I actually fell asleep reading a book. It has also been commented that this book sets the stage for a new series of Honor Harrington stories. My reply is "Why the heck didn't Weber just get on with it?" The entire content of this book could have been condensed into a prolog and then the book could have gotten on to new adventures and more interesting story lines.
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Posted November 30, 2002
I've greatly enjoyed the Honor Harrington series but found "War of Honor" to be an incredible disappointment. Another reviewer here said that the abridged audiobook was bad, I'd think a bit of editing/abridgement is what this long-winded novel really needed. Basically it's 80% talk/politics with characters you don't like and Honor Harrington appears in a bit part for 15% of the book. The remaining 5% is interesting bits and some action. There's a little more I could say but it would be a spoiler. Well here's hoping #11 is much better than this turkey.
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Posted October 11, 2002
Hello all! I recently purchased the Audiobook version of "War of Honor" and I have a few things to say about it...both good and bad. This has nothing to do with the book itself as "War of Honor" is simply outstanding! This is strictly about the Audiobook version. I'll start with the good. The quality of this Audiobook is incredible. I am not sure how Baen was able to score Barbara Rosenblat to narrate it, but she is one of the best narrators I have ever heard. The only person who can come close is Jim Dale (of the Harry Potter audiobooks) but I actually think Ms. Rosenblat is better. I'm sure it can't be easy to switch accents between German, French, English, Scottish and Southern in a single conversation, but she manages it with no problem whatsoever. I particularly liked her representation of Shannon Foraker and Eloise Prichart...but then a good French accent is calculated to make people melt! The cost of the Audiobook is very reasonable (at only $39.95 retail) but this leads into the bad... I used to think that the worst word to read on the back of an Audiobook was "Abridged," but I have since found that I was wrong. "War of Honor" states in the fine print on the back of the box that it is an Abridged version. Fine, I can live with that...since the alternative is to have nothing at all. Unfortunately, after listening to the book I noticed on the CD cover (hidden inside the box) that the Audiobook wasn't actually Abridged...it was EXTENSIVELY Abridged. In this case, I think that the phrase "extensively abridged" is code for "butchered unmercifully." Listening to this Audiobook is like watching a highlight reel or reading Cliff Notes. Entire plot points and conversations...hell even entire characters are taken out! Robert Jordan had the same problem with his audiobooks, right up until "Winter's Heart" was released. "Winter's Heart" was 20 CDs long and over 25 hours of listening. It also cost almost twice as much ($69.95) but for people that enjoy Audiobooks, it is well worth it to pay the extra money and get the full story and not a summary. And make no mistake, the person who edited "War of Honor" really gutted it. "War of Honor" needs to be released in an unabridged format. Double the cost, but keep the quality and I don't think people will complain. Better that than listening to only part of an otherwise excellent story. If you are planning to do Audiobooks of the rest of the series, I will be first in line, but for God's sake, make them unabridged! Steven PlagmanWas this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Posted November 1, 2002
War of Honor picks up right where David Weber left off at Ashes of Victory. Excellent plot line, faboulus story. The next installment to the series. This book is a great departure from his earlier works in the series as David Weber distances himself from the Space Battles which take up much of the other books. Those battles are what captured me to this series in the first place. To have 600 pages of political double talk throughout this new book was not a very happy experience. I almost put the book down twice without finishing. Only to pick it back up again to see if the war between Manticore and Haven would pick up again. It did. And the battles in space lasted for less than 20 pages. Out of the 860 pages of text I found that the lack of battle made the book drag. If you like Tom Clancey type politics in a book then you'll like this one. If you like the action of Horatio Hornblower (many times compared to Honor Harrington) then don't read this book. If you like Honor Harrington and wish to finish this series get the Audio book. I understand that they edited that exstensively and won't take up nearly as much of your time with boring details that have no pertinence in this book. Cheers Chew Man Fuu "Peace Through Superior Fire Power."Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Posted October 20, 2002
David Webber's book is a real tour de force. It is well written and full of interesting characters and an exciting plot. I believe that to get the full effect of this book, you have to have read the previous books in the series. This whole series is amazing.Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Posted October 22, 2002
This is the tenth book in the series, and weighing in, literally, at 864 pages. A tome indeed. Most of you have probably have read all of the preceding nine books. Here, the Star Kingdom has defeated the People's Republic of Haven and has spent five years negotiating, though not finalising, an uneasy peace. Haven has undergone another revolution and is now a wobbly, democratic Republic of Haven. All the surviving protagonists in the last novel are back, which will please many readers. Qualitatively, this book is really the start of another series. If you think of it this way, several things make sense, like its length, and the criticisms of other reviewers. I suggest you take a time out here from reading my scribblings and peruse the other reviews, if you haven't already done so. Several reviewers have panned this novel, saying that there is little action and way too much verbiage. I don't disagree. If it is space opera, there is essentially only one significant fleet action here. But look a little deeper at what Weber has done. In the early books, the Peeps were the out-and-out bad guys. No ambiguity here! And Manticore had several ratbags amongst its politicians and officers. But as the series went on, we saw several decent Peeps. Not so black and white any more. The nineth novel ends with the good Peeps successfully overthrowing their government. Along the way, the Andermani empire was increasingly mentioned. Weber was positioning it as a possible future plot complication. Do you know what I found strange about the tenth novel? The top leaders amongst the Haveners (they are not Peeps anymore) are all decent chaps. A couple of lower ranking creeps, but not more so than in Manticore. Weber is writing a subtler game. It is also harder to write. He is setting the stage for future novels of greater ambiguity. This in part, I think, accounts for some of the book's length. Don't forget the Andermani. A large portion of the book is set in the Silesian Confederacy, which sits between the Star Kingdom and the Andermani Empire. The Andermani are clearly modelled on Bismarck's Germany, a militaristic expansionist regime. Anyone reading this book might sense future trouble between them and the Star Kingdom. Clearly, Weber is hedging his bets. So he is fleshing out the terrain. He probably does not know how the future novels will turn, but he is keeping his options open. In part because a straightout rematch between the Star Kingdom and Haven might simply look too repetitive to readers. And there's even a hint that the Terran-based worlds may take an active part in future conflicts. This is why I claim that this book is really the start of a new series. Compare it to the previous books for logical consistency. But it opens new arenas. Could be very interesting indeed! So yes, I do agree with those reviewers who say that this book is long, with little action, and is not the best of the ten books. But I say to you: Dig deeper and see WHY this is, and what it implies for the future novels.Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Posted August 5, 2002
The Star Kingdom of Manticore and the Republic of Haven (formally known as ¿the Peeps¿) were still under a cease-fire. Technically, they were still at war since neither side had agreed on terms or signed a treaty. <BR><BR> Baron High Ridge and his allies wanted to reduce the influence of (Duchess) Honor Harrington and (Earl) Hamish White Haven to the public. Stefan Young held much hatred toward the woman who had killed his older brother, Pavel. His wife, Georgia, was an astute tactician and strategist. With her help, Stefan introduced a smear campaign to High Ridge that would not only reduce the influence of Honor and Hamish, but also harm the two emotionally. <BR><BR> <B><I>Here I skip ahead. I want to give no spoilers. </I></B> <BR><BR> Honor accepted a commission to the Sidemore Station in the Silesian territory. Pirates had always been a problem and slave trading had begun to pick up. The Andermani Empire interferes often. However, it was the Republic causing the major trouble. Operation Bolthole was nearing completion. The Republic had advanced greatly in many areas. They now had LACs that used ¿the Triple Ripple¿ as a way around the technical competence of the Star Kingdom. While High Ridge had been making cuts, retiring important leaders, and downsizing ships and personnel, the Republic had been secretly building CLACs, upgrading their technology, and making war plans. <BR><BR> Add a newly discovered seventh terminus to the Junction and negotiations seem to become worse. Tempers run high and Honor was in the center of everything, as usual. <BR><BR> ***** Author David Weber spends more time on Honor Harrington and her personal life this time around. Politics and war strategies are just as strong as ever, however, I feel as though I understand Honor just a little better. Of course Nimitz and Samantha are there. In fact, Weber tossed in a surprise or two pertaining to them as well. Nimitz seems to have more of a personality this time around too. <BR><BR> BRAVO, David Weber! A job WELL DONE! I look forward to the next! ***** </p><BR> Reviewed by Detra Fitch.Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Posted October 8, 2002
David Weber really shows off his talent in this book. The characters are realistic and well developed and the plot is very well thought out. I couldn't put it down and already I can't wait for the next installment. David Weber Rules!Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Posted April 20, 2009
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Posted March 8, 2009
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