L.E. Modesitt, Jr.'s Arms-Commander continues his bestselling fantasy series the Saga of Recluce, which is one the most popular in contemporary epic fantasy.
The keep of Westwind at the Roof of the World, faces attack by the adjoining land of Gallos. Arthanos, son and heir to the ailing Prefect of Gallos, wishes to destroy Westwind because the idea of a land where women rule is total anathema to him.
Westwind dispatches Saryn, their Arms-Commander, a neighboring land to seek support against the Gallosians. To secure their aid, Saryn must pledge her personal supportand any Westwind guard forces she can raiseto the defense of its ruler.
The fate of four lands, including Westwind, rest on Saryn's actions.
“An intriguing fantasy in a fascinating world.”Robert Jordan, New York Times bestselling author of The Wheel of Time® series
Saga of Recluce
#1 The Magic of Recluce / #2 The Towers of Sunset / #3 The Magic Engineer / #4 The Order War / #5 The Death of Chaos / #6 Fall of Angels / #7 The Chaos Balance / #8 The White Order / #9 Colors of Chaos / #10 Magi’i of Cyador / #11 Scion of Cyador / #12 Wellspring of Chaos / #13 Ordermaster / #14 Natural Order Mage / #15 Mage-Guard of Hamor / #16 Arms-Commander / #17 Cyador’s Heirs / #18 Heritage of Cyador /#19 The Mongrel Mage / #20 Outcasts of Order / #21 The Mage-Fire War (forthcoming)
Story Collection: Recluce Tales
Other Series by L.E. Modesitt, Jr.
The Imager Portfolio
The Corean Chronicles
The Spellsong Cycle
The Ghost Books
The Ecolitan Matter
About the Author
L. E. MODESITT, JR. is the bestselling author of more than seventy novels encompassing two science fiction series, the Ghost Books and the Ecolitan Matter, and four fantasy series, the Imager Portfolio, the Saga of Recluce, the Spellsong Cycle and the Corean Chronicles. He lives in Cedar City, Utah.
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In the late afternoon on the Roof of the World, the guards stood silent on the practice ground, their eyes fixed on the blackness rising just above the western horizon as Istril stepped out of the main door of Tower Black and crossed the causeway. Saryn, arms-commander and former command pi lot, stood beside Ryba of the swift ships of Heaven and Marshal of Westwind. The tip of the marshal’s wooden practice wand touched the ground, and she gestured toward the silver-haired guard and healer to approach.
Istril continued her measured pace toward the Marshal and the arms–commander. The other guards waited, their eyes moving from the Marshal to Istril and back again, while Saryn of the flashing blades studied the darkness rising in the western sky.
The silver–haired healer halted three paces from Ryba and inclined her head. "Marshal?"
"What do you think of that?" Ryba glanced from the pregnant and silver–haired healer to the west, beyond the imposing ice needle that was Freyja. "That has to be the engineer."
Darkness swirled into the sky, slowly turning the entire western horizon into a curtain of blackness that inexorably enfolded the sun, bringing an even earlier twilight to the Roof of the World. For a moment, Freyja shimmered white, then faded into the maroon darkness that covered the high meadows and Tower Black.
"I could already feel the shivering between the black and white," Istril said slowly. "So did Siret."
"And you didn’t tell me immediately?" asked the Marshal.
"What could we have done? Besides, it’s more than him. More than the healer, too. Something bigger, a lot bigger."
Ryba shook her head before asking, "Do you still think it was right to send Weryl?"
"He’s all right. I can feel that." Istril paused. "That means Nylan is, too . . . but there’s a lot of pain there." Her eyes glistened, even in the dimness.
"When the engineer gets into something . . . there usually is." Ryba’s voice was dry.
Saryn said nothing, wondering still how Ryba could be so chill.
"He doesn’t do anything unless it’s important." Istril continued to look past Ryba toward the horizon.
"That just makes it worse, doesn’t it?" Ryba’s voice was rough.
It’s worse because you forced him out, you and your visions. But Saryn did not speak the words, nor look in at the Marshal. Visions have high prices, and deeper costs.
After another period of silence, Istril nodded, then turned and walked swiftly back across the practice ground and the causeway into the tower.
For a time, Ryba continued to study the growing darkness of a too–early night as the faces of the guards shone bloodred in the fading light. Then, Saryn gestured, silently, and the guards slipped away, filing quietly back into the tower for the duties that never ended.
The faintest of shivers ran through the ground beneath the Marshal’s and the arms–commander’s feet, and the meadow grasses swayed in the windless still of unnatural twilight.
Another ground shudder passed, then another, as the gloom deepened. The Marshal waited . . . and watched. Then, abruptly, she turned and walked back across the practice ground and the causeway into Tower Black.
Long after the Marshal had returned to Tower Black, Saryn remained on the stone causeway just outside the door to the tower, her eyes still gazing toward the west and the darkness that glowed, framing the ice peak of Freyja, as if to suggest that even the mightiest peak on the Roof of the World was bounded by forces beyond mere nature.
Between darkness and darkness. Again, she did not voice her thoughts. That, she had leaned from the engineer and the singer . . . that was unwise.
And the guards of Westwind hardened their hearts, hearts as cold and as terrible as the ice that never leaves Freyja, against the power of any man in any land under the sun. For Ryba had declared that Westwind would hold the Roof of the World for ages, and that Tower Black would stand unvanquished so long as any guard of Westwind remained.
Saryn of the black blades of death said nothing, although she demurred within her heart, for she knew that Westwind had been built of the darkness of Nylan and would stand unvanquished only until an heir of the darkness that had toppled great Cyador returned to Tower Black and cloaked the walls of Westwind in ice as cold and hard as that which covered Freyja, ages though it could be before such might come to pass.
Yet Westwind prospered, for to Ryba came women who had long since tired of bondage and of bearing children who, if male, too often died in warfare and mayhem or under the yoke of great labor and, if female, bore children until they died as well. For such women, the cold of the Roof of the World was the least of tribulations, and in their freedom, they took up the twin blades first forged by Nylan, then by Huldran, then others, who had learned well from the master of darkness.
And Saryn trained each and every one them so that the least able of any who carried the twin blades was more than a match for twice her number, and with the bows formed of order itself by Nylan, even a man–at–arms in full armor was but as a fat boar ready for slaughter.
With those blades and shafts, they dispatched the brigands of the Westhorns so that traders and others could travel the heights unmolested, and for that safety, all were content to pay tariff to Ryba. Still, those who would cross the heights traveled but in late spring, summer, and early fall; for once the snows fell and the ice
winds blew, none traveled the Roof of the World, save the angels
All was well in Westwind in the days that followed the fall of
Cyador, for though the winters were long and chill, Tower Black
was warm and well–provisioned . . .
Book of Ayrlyn Section I [Restricted Text]
With the coming of spring on the Roof of the World, most of the snow around Tower Black and its outbuildings had finally melted, rushing down the stone–lined channels to the reservoir and the waterfall. The one exception was on a shaded section of the north side, where more than a yard of snow and ice yet remained. Once the reservoir was full, the water that came over the spillway followed the old channel to the cliff, where it poured downward into the small lake below, created by another stone–and–earth dam that Nylan had designed to provide power for the mill and ceramic works beyond the dam, although Saryn had been the one to oversee the actual construction.
Saryn walked swiftly along the south side of the stone road from the tower up toward the smithy. So early in the season, the ground around the tower was swampy, and her boots would have sunk up to the calf everywhere except the arms practice field, which had been laid over stone and was well drained, and the stone–paved roads and causeways. The starflowers had begun to bud, covering the stone cairns to the south and east with green, but the delicate blooms bent to a gentle though still–chill breeze out of the north. The south–facing sloping meadow to the north and east of the tower was a pale green haze. Saryn could remember all too well when it had been seared gray. Now, even the small stone cupola from where Nylan had wielded the last laser in all of Candar, and perhaps the first and last in the world, had been removed, its stones incorporated in the foundation of the larger complex of towers and quarters that Ryba had ordered begun the previous year. Just to the south of the foundation and the courses of stones that reached head height in some places was a low building—the so–called guest cottage—where messengers or travelers could stay, not that the interior was all that elaborate.
A squad of junior guards was running through warm–up exercises as Saryn left the practice field behind. They were the newest of more than two companies of guards—nearly two hundred armed women—and another hundred who had some weapons training. Saryn shook her head. Who—except Ryba and Nylan—would have believed Westwind could have mounted an effective armed force of so many women? And who among the marines and ship’s officers who had landed more than ten years earlier would have realized that those ten years would have been filled with fighting off attack after attack—largely because Westwind was controlled by and for women?
She kept striding up the stone–paved road, and, shortly, she stepped through the half–open door into the far warmer air of the smithy. Both anvils were in use. Cessya and Huldran worked a short–sword blade on the larger, and Daryn and Ydrall used the smaller to forge arrowheads, with Zyendra standing by. Nunca and Gresla—two junior guards—alternated working the forge bellows. Neither Huldran nor Cessya looked up until Cessya took the partly worked blade from the anvil with the tongs and returned it to the forge for reheating.
Daryn gave Saryn a quick glance and a nod, but did not miss a beat with his hammer. The year after Nylan and Arylyn had departed West–wind, Daryn had asked to be allowed to help at the forge, pointing out that his artificial foot made him a poor field worker and an even poorer hunter, but that it mattered little in the smithy. Because he’d been willing to undertake the dirtier work and pump the bellows whenever asked, Huldran had agreed . . . and Ryba had said nothing. Although Ydrall had begun almost a year before Daryn, after nine years she and the one–footed man were about equal in smithing skills, and both were adequate smiths.
Daryn had also become a father twice, and both his son and daughter were with Hryessa, the brunette local who’d shown such fire and such a zest for arms that she’d become the guard captain of the second company. Saryn had no doubts that Hryessa was actually a better leader than Llyselle, the captain of first company, but Llyselle had been one of the original angels from the Winterlance, and her experience—as well as her silver hair—had resulted in her becoming the first guard captain, after Istril had refused to take the position, noting that her healing skills made it ever more difficult to kill.
Saryn stopped well back of the anvils, then asked Huldran, "How long before you can provide the last twenty blades?"
"Arms–commander," Huldran replied, "with everything else, it’s going to be midsummer."
The master smith might have asked why Saryn had pressed over the past year for another two hundred blades—enough to equip another full company with the twin blades—when there was only a handful of guards even available to begin forming a third company. But such decisions were made by the Marshal of Westwind, and none questioned Ryba.
"Arrowheads?" Saryn asked, her words directed at Daryn.
"We’re still way ahead of the fletchers, ser," replied Daryn.
"As for the bows, Commander," Huldran said, "we’ve tried everything, but if we start with the composite strips, we burn what little of the composite is left. If we try to forge even the thinnest iron around it, we get something that separates when there’s any tension on the bow."
"So how can we get bows with power and compact enough to use from the saddle?"
"Falynna comes from Analeria. She was a bowyer’s apprentice because her father didn’t have any sons. They use horn bows there. They can pierce armor. She’s been working on several since last summer, and I’ve got some ideas about strengthening the central core . . ."
Saryn listened as Huldran explained before asking, "How soon will you know whether this will work?"
"Two weeks at most, ser."
Saryn hoped the idea would work because wooden bows with penetration power were too long and only a score or so of Nylan’s smaller composite bows remained.
Once she finished with the smiths, Saryn headed back down toward the practice field. Above her on the road, two squads of the newest recruits were walking toward the stables, doubtless for their tour at mucking out the stalls and using the wheelbarrows to cart the manure down to the fields, largely for root crops that would last through the long and cold winters.
Three other guards walked up from the practice field. Flanking Hryessa were the two more experienced guards acting as squad leaders for the newest recruits.
". . . keep them working on the exercises to build their arms and shoulders."
"Ser!" offered Hryessa, catching sight of Saryn.
"Guard Captain," returned Saryn. "A moment, if you will."
"Yes, ser." Hryessa gestured uphill toward the stables. "I’ll be with you two shortly."
Saryn waited until the two guards were several yards away. "How are the recruits in your newer squads doing?"
"About the same as any others after their first winter on the Roof of the World. Vianyai looks to be the most promising." Hryessa had picked up Temple well enough to be conversant in both Old Rat and Temple, one of the reasons why Saryn had made the spitfire a guard captain.
"She’s the one that brought in the snow cat after the blizzard?"
Hryessa nodded. "She’s not the strongest, but she wants to be the best."
"That sounds like someone else . . ."
The faintest touch of a smile appeared at the corners of Hryessa’s mouth, then vanished. "We’ll see. Jieni works hard, too. They all do, I’d have to say."
Saryn nodded. The remoteness of Westwind and the reputation of the angels weeded out women who were not serious about changing their lives long before they reached Westwind.
"Of the latest to come before the snows last autumn, there are twenty–six from Gallos, and nine from Analeria," the arms–commander said, not quite conversationally.
"Relyn, you think?" Hryessa pursed her lips. "It could be. The only one to mention the one–handed man in black was Saachala. She claims she never heard him, but her cousin did. Vianyai said that Saachala had only brothers, and that was why she fled Passera."
"Passera? She crossed all of Gallos, then the Westhorns?"
Excerpted from Arms-commander by L. E. Modesitt.
Copyright © 2009 by L. E. Modesitt.
Published in January 2010 by Tom Doherty Associates.
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Most Helpful Customer Reviews
Arms-Commander is the sixteenth Recluce saga installment and takes us back to the time following The Fall of Angels, about ten or twelve years after the arrival of the Winterlance's crew to the Roof of the World. Ryba is the Marshall of Westwind and Saryn is her Arms-Commander. The first half of the book deals with an incursion from Gallos intent on destroying Westwind. Saryn pushes gently but firmly for Ryba to allow some men into Westwind, for progeny and for comfort and support of the women warriors. Saryn also develops her skills with order-chaos flows. After the defeat of the Gallosian invasion force, Saryn suggests and Ryba sends (depends on whose perspective) Saryn and a couple of squads to Lornth in support of the Regency. This endeavor is detailed in the second half of the book, with Saryn continually presented with no good choices and the use of deadly force left as her only viable option. For the rest of my GoodReads review, please visit: http://www.goodreads.com/review/show/88198199
Modesitt always tells a great stories that pose important questions but let's the reader think and form their own opinions about dilemas facing mankind. I'd read the earlier Recluce books first, but they are all great so it is a wonderful journey. If you enjoy Sci-Fi or Fantasy, then jump right in.
This is as good as the other ones from the series, but not exceptional. I would like to see more from the 'future' than the past going forward.
A decade ago, the women warriors of Westwind at the Roof of the World routed their male dominated neighbors. The all female nation went back to minding their business while the men surrounding them smarted in defeated. New men move in and fail to heed the the warnings from those defeated by women. Arthanos, son of the Prefect of Gallos, covets Westwind and assumes it will be easy pickings as these are mere women. Suthya quietly supports Gallos and makes trouble for another nieghbor Lornth whom Westwind wants as an ally. The male armies invade, but their first units as before are soundly defeated by the women who prove superior with psi magical and mundane weapons. Still more are coming. With a civil war imminent in Lornth due to Suthya manipulations, the Marshal of Westwind sends her Arms-Commander Saryn to take charge and prevent more unnecessary bloodshed. Leaving the comfort of the battlefield behind, Saryn needs to learn gender diplomacy and politics as she tries to bring peace while assisting the female Regent Zeldyan. The latest Saga of Recluse occurs after the Mage-Guard of Hamor, but in many ways is a sequel to The Chaos Balance as L.E. Modesitt Jr. returns to Westwind. The story line focuses on the big picture of international relationships as four nations fight overtly on the battlefield and covertly in the political and economic spheres for control but none of the cast even the heroine come across with any strength of conviction. Fans will appreciate one of the more complicated entries as each of the four countries manipulate the other three to the point that Machiavelli would cheer them on. Harriet Klausner
Really enjoyed the book. It was a fun read, fast paced, and had some memorable characters. It was also the first book I've read in this series.
I always have high hopes for books by popular writers, especially within the genre of fantasy. I had read one previous novel in this series a long time ago, and was not overly impressed. Unfortunately this book didn't make me want to try this series again. The book is decent, the story is O.K, the writing is readable. So whats the problem? Its bland. Bland writing that I did not care for, bland story, bland bland bland. I'm sure this book will do decently with the people who are really into the series, but if you haven't followed it don't bother to jump in here, or at all. I'm sorry to write a negative review for a decent book but too many people are happy with this book as is.
I have never read any of the books in the Saga of Recluce series I found Arms-Commander easy to read considering its the 16th book in the series. There were a few small references to past events in the Recluces series that left me a bit mystified but didn't throw me off. I found the main character Saryn a bit lacking on the feminine side, but it was enjoyable to see where her story went. All in all I found it a page turner that left me wanting more of Modesitt's Saga of Recluce , I will be picking up more of this series in the future.
Arms-Commander is the 16th book in the Saga of Recluse series by L.E. Modesitt. This is the first book I have read in the series and my previous knowledge of the series wasn't much more than a few passing comments from my brother-in-law, I was rather pleased to find the story stood well by itself.The first 1/2 of the story takes place on "the Roof of the World", a small territory claimed by a handful of women who 'crash landed' 10 years previously from another universe. They are the only place where women rule and all the other countries treat their women little better than chattel. Many who tire of the oppression flee to the Roof of the World where they are taken in and trained to help protect each other from those who oppose such acts of independence. The whole book was about arrogant controlling men trying unsuccessfully to put a woman in her 'place', one who happens to be exceedingly powerful and efficient at handing out death to those trying to subjugate her. Overall the story was done fairly well, and even with the almost extreme view most men seemed to have in the book it was well written and enjoyable book. I was getting a little tired of the line "I never attacked anyone who didn't attack me first" though. I was overused IMO, and also not exactly accurate.
I received this book as part of the Early Reviewers program. With this book being part of the long Saga of Recluce serie, I was a bit apprehensive about the jumping in without having read any of the prior books. So the first few chapters were somewhat hard to understand, but the author put in just enough details that the rules of this new world starting making sense fairly rapidly.The story is very interesting and the whole book is easy to read once you start to know the characters. On the plus side, there are quite a few interesting ideas that were new to me and the main characters had quite a bit of depth: even with all the "visions", the way they still did not know the precise future and all the doubts they had does add richness to them.On the negative side, I found that one of the main topic (man vs woman theme) was covered at lenght a few too many times and that most of the battle descriptions, while still interesting, lacked variety in the tactics used. Yes the main character is growing, but still using the same chaos/sword throw over and over gets boring after a while.Still, overall an enjoyable read that makes me want to explore the Saga of Recluce further to see if the other book of the serie have as much to offer.
This book started out a little slowly for me as I had to re-associate with some of the other books in the Recluce series, but once into the book and into the story, it became a "carry with me" book. Saryn, the Arms Commander for Ryba and Westwind gets taken for the ride of her life and becomes embroiled in an adventure even she could not have imagined. Without giving any of the plot away, I can tell you there is plenty of action, magic and even some honest to goodness real life decisions that have to be made by all the main charactes of the book. A little long for one volume for me, it more that makes up for the size of the book with constant adventure, unusual twists and turns and it also refuses to sugar coat life and the consequences that result from decisions everyone makes. I thoroughly enjoyed the story and look forward to meeting the Angels, Dealdron, and the Arms Commander in the next story. I also wonder if I will get a chance to learn more about how Zeldyan makes out and if I can learn more about the mysterious Haelora. Great book.
The Recluce series is one of my favorite fantasy series. I like the world Modesitt has built and how the stories have jumped around in time and perspective. Arms-Commander is a good addition to Recluce. It's a bit heavy-handed at times, bordering on preachy, but I still found it an enjoyable read. I don't think it would be a good novel to read without having read earlier tales of Recluce however. Some of the books have stood out more on their own, but I think backstory is more essential here. While perhaps not a home run, it's certainly not a swing and a miss. Fans of Recluce should be pleased.
L.E. Modesitt writes an entertaining fantasy novel here. It had been a while since I visited Recluce before receiving Arms-Commander, and I am quite happy to say that the world of Recluce is still as enjoyable as I remember. A nice, relatively quick, fun, and straightforward fantasy novel, I recommend this to anyone who has enjoyed Recluce in the past. After finishing Arms-Commander, I feel the need to stack up the Recluce books I own, see what I am missing, fill those holes, so I can someday read through the series in some type of order - the Recluce series, I feel, is underrated, and should, at the least, be looked into by any fantasy fan who has not done so yet.
It¿s important to keep key milestones straight as you read the Recluce series. The order in which the series has been written and published does not match the chronological order of events throughout the series.It was in The Fall of Angels where we were introduced to the characters of Nylan and Ryba. Chronologically, Arms-Commander takes place after The Chaos Balance in which Nylan leaves Westwind. (The book states Nylan has been gone for 10 years.) Recluce has not yet been established as Creslin (the first Black or Order Mage) is the grandson of Nylan.In this installment, Saryn, an ¿Angel¿ and the Arms-Commander of Westwind is sent by Ryba to assist the Regent of Lornth. The land holders no longer want to be under a woman¿s rule as Zeldyan is acting as Overlord until her son reaches majority. Through a series of conflicts and battles, Saryn tries to enforce the idea that a woman can rule as ably as a man with the intent to secure the Regency. Stabilizing Lornth would help protect Westwind from future confrontations as well. The final outcome is completely unexpected- except to Ryba.The two volumes prior to Arms-Commander focused on a weak and whiny character and it was refreshing to have a lead that was confident, able and insightful. After having read a number of Modesitt¿s novels, it finally struck me that most of his female characters can be described in this way while many of the males are flawed at best. This novel was openly anti-misogynistic and the topics of spousal abuse, property ownership and women¿s role in government were all central to this particular story line.The mythology upon which the Recluce series is built continues to become more complex. I¿m looking forward to where Modesitt will take the series next as there are so many more stories that can be expanded.
This book definitely lives up to the previous work in Modesitt's Recluce series. It's been years since I've read any of the other books, but when I picked this one up, I was able to jump right in and couldn't put it down.Great book, and a great continuation in the saga. I recommend the book to any fan of fantasy, especially epic fantasy and fans of the previous books in the Saga of Recluce.
Although I've read a number of Modesitt's sci-fi books, I hadn't yet read any of the other books in this series, so I was approaching this cold. As a result, I felt a little bit lost as I started the book. This is not unusual with Modesitt's books though, so I pushed through until things started clicking. Despite a number of references to what I assumed were events of prior books, I found I was able to get in to the setting and the characters in a way that was still very satisfying.This book (like many of Modesitt's books that I've read) was slow building with a relative lack of smaller "peaks" in the narrative. I kept expecting something to go wrong in various points. This gave the book a very "slice-of-life" feel, which was actually different and enjoyable. Overall, there was a nice smooth build up to a very strong ending which wrapped things up nicely.I enjoyed this book enough to go out and pick up a number of books at the start of the series so that I could start reading it from the beginning. I would definitely recommend this book.4 / 5
I have read all the books in the Recluce series, and Arms-Commander was every bit as good as the previous volumes. The book follows Saryn, the Arms Master of Westwind, in a story that is both engaging and well-written. As always, Modesitt has delighted his fans with another page turner. A worthy entry in this fun and interesting series. I am already eagerly awaiting the next installment.
I received this book as part of the early reviewers program and it was the first book I have read in the world of Recluse.I found the book overall to be quite good, but there were definite breaks in the pacing of the story that I found distracting. I'm fairly sure that some additional knowledge of the Recluse world and history from previous books would have helped as well.
Arms-Commander is a solid fantasy book, and rather enjoyable. I haven't read much by L.E. Modesitt, but this book has certainly made me decide to check out the other books in the series. Some accuse Modesitt of being repetitive, though I wouldn't have noticed it much, if at all, had I not read about that from other reviews.It's certainly an odd-duck in the fantasy world, exploring the idea of what would happen if egalitarian people from a star-faring culture were flung into a universe where magic worked, and for the most part, only women survived the crash landing. It meanders between exploratory fantasy and feminism in a rather readable way, rather than being a screed against patriarchy or what have you. It's definitely interesting, and well done enough that you enjoy the entire book, and in my case, find interesting enough to want to read the other books in the series."What if?" is perhaps the ultimate driving question behind science-fiction and fantasy, and this is a "What if?" I've yet to encounter in any but a handful of books in nearly ten thousand or more. And this is the best I've seen it handled. Definitely a book worth reading.
One of the things I love about Modesitt's Recluce series, is his ability to revisit, and plumb new depths of the history, filling in more detail by virtue of showing new characters, or older characters in new light. If one is not already familiar with the Recluce series, there may be some bits that are either confusing, or perhaps would not resonate to the reader as they might with a fan of the series. And while this is the sixteenth book in the series, it might be useful to understand that the series is not written chronologically, and that Modesitt often sets novels in vastly different historical (for the world of Recluce) periods such that you wouldn't need to have read all the others prior to this one to enjoy it. It's a layering, and if you have experienced the other works you will likely note interesting tidbits that can explain or expand a reader's perspective of events that take place in the other novels.In Arms-Commander, the viewpoint shifts to Sayrn, the Arms-Commander of Westwind and one of the original Angels who came from beyond the Rational stars. Chronologically speaking this is, I believe, the fifth book in the series taking place shortly after The Fall of Angels, and The Chaose Balance. At first we return to the setting of Westwind itself on the Roof of the World. It is ten years since Nylan has left, and we see that Westwind has become a haven for women, particularly the abused, and disgruntled women who do not like their lot in life among the heavily mysogynistic territories that border Westwind. They literally struggle to keep their place, a home where women can live freely, rule over their own lives, or even over the fate of men. Soon, however, we follow the adventures of Saryn as she takes a force of Westwind guards into Lornth, at first to negotiate and inform the regent, herself the wife of the man who last tried to lead the failed assault on Westwind, and mother of the young man who would one day lead the country. The primary conflict here is that of a futuristic societal norm, IE equality, being forced up against a overly slanted patriarchy that seems all too well aware of the idea that it is a patriarchy and that it feels a need to keep the women down. For me, this felt at times over the top, pushing in some places even beyond what seemed plausible. It felt artificial to me, how strongly against women living free of oppressive rule seemed to me. I got a sense that there might have been some kind of historical justification underlying it, but the reasons were never well explored nor came to light. I found it almost impossible to accept the idea that regent would even have been given such an important role, especially with the grandfather still alive, that it made much of the irrational attitude towards women seem unbelievable to me. The counter to that, the women's attitude toward protecting their place and space within the world, was successfully convincing. I could quite easily imagine someone who came from a futuristic, equalitarian society would fight tooth and nail not to have themselves or their descendents forced into subservience based soley upon their gender. Overall, the book is enjoyable, though perhaps not quite as strong as some others in the series. It is a solid action book, with a lot more direct war and conflict than many in the series, though with a main character whose job it is to train and command troops, this is perhaps not at all surprising. The role Saryn plays in the history, is intriguing, and I look forward to wherever else Modesitt chooses to take the series.
Really good book keeps you thinking thank you again