Masques (Sianim Series #1)

Masques (Sianim Series #1)

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After an upbringing of proper behavior and oppressive expectations, Aralorn fled her noble birthright for a life of adventure as a mercenary spy. Her latest mission involves spying on the increasingly powerful sorcerer Geoffrey ae'Magi. But in a war against an enemy armed with the powers of illusion, how do you know who the true enemy is—or where he will strike next?

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ISBN-13: 9781501263507
Publisher: Brilliance Audio
Publication date: 06/02/2015
Series: Sianim Series , #1
Edition description: Unabridged
Product dimensions: 5.25(w) x 6.75(h) x 0.50(d)

About the Author

Patricia Briggs is the author of the New York Times bestselling Mercy Thompson urban fantasy series. She lives in Washington state with her husband, children, and a small herd of horses.

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The wolf stumbled from the cave, knowing that someone was searching for him and he couldn't protect himself this time. Feverish and ill, his head throbbing so hard that it hurt to move, he couldn't pull his thoughts together.

After all this time, after all of his preparations, he was going to be brought down by an illness.

The searcher's tendrils spread out again, brushing across him without recognition or pause. The Northlands were rife with wild magic—which is why other magic couldn't work correctly here. The searcher looked for a wizard and would never notice the wolf who concealed the man in its shape unless the fever betrayed him.

He should lie low, it was the best defense…; but he was so afraid, and his illness clogged his thoughts.

Death didn't frighten him; he sometimes thought he had come here seeking it. He was more afraid he wouldn't die, afraid of what he would become. Perhaps the one who looked for him was just idly hunting—but when he felt a third sweep, he knew it was unlikely. He must have given himself away somehow. He'd always known that he would be found one day. He'd just never thought it would be when he was so weak.

He fought to blend better with the form he'd taken, to lose himself in the wolf. He succeeded.

The fourth sizzle of magic, the searcher's magic, was too much for the wolf. The wolf was a simpler creature than the mage who hid within him. If he was frightened, he attacked or ran. There was no one here to attack, so he ran.

It wasn't until the wolf was tired that he could gather his humanity—that was a laugh, his humanity—well then, he gathered himself together and stopped running. His ribs ached with the force of his breath and the tough pads of his feet were cut by stones and an occasional crystal of ice from a land where the sun would never completely melt winter's gift. He was shivering though he felt hot, feverish. He was sick.

He couldn't keep running—and it wasn't only the wolf who craved escape—because running wasn't escape, not from what he fled.

He closed his eyes, but that didn't keep his head from throbbing in time with his pounding pulse. If he wasn't going to die out here, he would have to find shelter. Someplace warm, where he could wait and recover. He was lucky he'd come south, and it was high summer. If it had been winter, his only chance would have been to return to the caves he'd run from.

A pile of leaves under a thicket of aspen caught his attention. If they were deep enough to be dry underneath, they would do for shelter. He headed downhill and started for the trees.

There was no warning. The ground simply gave out from under him so fast he was lying ten feet down on a pile of rotted stakes before he realized what had happened.

It was an old pit trap. He started to get up and realized that he hadn't been as lucky as he thought. The stakes had snapped when he hit them, but so had his rear leg.

Perhaps if he hadn't already been so sick, so tired, he could have done something. He'd long ago learned how to set pain aside while he used his magic. But, though he tried, he couldn't distance himself from it this time, not while his body shivered with fever. Without magic, with a broken leg, he was trapped. The rotting stakes meant no one was watching the pit—no one to free him or kill him quickly. So he would die slowly.

That was all right because he didn't want to be free so much as he didn't want to be caught.

This was a trap, but it wasn't His trap.

Perhaps, the wolf thought, as his good legs collapsed again, perhaps it would be good not to run anymore. The ground was cold and wet underneath him, and the flush of heat from fever and the frantic journey drained into the chill of his surroundings. He shivered with cold and pain and waited patiently…; even happily, for death to come and take him.

"If you go to the Northlands in the summer you might avoid snowstorms, but you get mud." Aralorn, Staff Page, Runner, and Scout for the Sixth Field Hundred, kicked a rock, which arced into the air and landed with an unsatisfactory splut just ahead of her on the mucky trail.

It wasn't a real trail. If it hadn't led from the village directly to the well-used camping spot her unit was currently stopped at, she'd have called it a deer trail and suspected that human feet had never trod it.

"I could have told them that," she said. "But no one asked me."

She took another step, and her left boot sank six inches down into a patch that looked just like the bit before it that had held her weight just fine. She pulled her foot out and shook it, trying unsuccessfully to get the thick mud off. When she started walking again, her mud-coated boot weighed twice what her right boot did.

"I suppose," she said in resigned tones as she squelched along, "training isn't supposed to be fun, and sometimes we have to fight in the mud. But there's mud in warmer places. We could go hunting Uriah in the old Great Swamp. That would be good training and useful, but no one would pay us. Mercenaries can't possibly be useful without someone paying us. So we're stuck—literally in the case of our supply wagons—practicing maneuvers in the cold mud."

Her sympathetic audience sighed and butted her with his head. She rubbed her horse's gray cheekbone under the leather straps of his bridle. "I know, Sheen. We could get there in an hour if we hurry—but I see no sense in encouraging stupid behavior."

One of the supply wagons was so bogged down in mud that it had broken an axle when they tried to pull it out. Aralorn had been sent out to the nearest village to have a smith repair the damage because the smith they'd brought with them had broken his arm trying to help get the wagon out.

That there had been a nearby village was something of a surprise out in the Northlands—though they weren't very deep into them. That village had probably been why the mercenary troops had been sent to practice where they were instead of twenty miles east or west.

The mended axle was tied lengthwise onto the left side of Sheen's saddle, with a weighted bag tied to the opposite stirrup to balance the load. It made riding awkward, which was why Aralorn was walking. Part of the reason, anyway.

"If we get to camp too early, our glorious and inexperienced captain will be ordering the wagon repaired right away. He'll send us out from a fairly good campsite to march for another few miles until the sun sets—and we'll be looking for another reasonable place to camp all night." The captain was a good sort, and would be a fine leader—eventually. But right now he was pretty set on proving his mettle and so lost to common sense. He needed to be managed properly by someone with a little more experience.

"If I don't arrive with the axle until it's dark, then he'll have to wait to move out until dawn," she told Sheen. "With daylight, it won't take long to fix the wagon, and we'll all get a good night's sleep. You and I can trot the last half mile or so, just enough to raise a light sweat and claim it was the smith who took so long."

Her warhorse jerked his head up abruptly. He snorted, his nostrils fluttering as he sucked air and flattened his ears at whatever his nose was telling him.

Aralorn thumbed off the thong that kept her sword in its sheath and looked around carefully. It wasn't just a person—he'd have alerted her to that with a twitch of his ear.

The scent of blood might have called her horse's battle training to the fore, she thought, or maybe he sensed some sort of predator. This was the Northlands, after all; there were bear, wolves, and a few other things large enough to cause Sheen's upset.

The gray stallion whinnied a shrill challenge that was likely to be heard for miles around. She could only hope that her captain didn't hear it. Whatever Sheen sensed, it was in the aspen grove just uphill from where they stood. It was also, apparently, in no hurry to attack them since nothing answered Sheen's call: no return challenge, not even a rustle.

She could go on past. Likely, if it hadn't come out yet, it wasn't going to. But what was the fun in that?

She dropped Sheen's reins on the ground. He'd stand until she came back—at least until he got hungry. Aralorn drew her knife and crept into the thicket of aspen.

He heard her talking and smelled the horse without moving. He'd heard them come by earlier, too—or he thought so anyway. The horse put up a fuss this time because the wind that ruffled the leaves of the aspen would have brought him the wolf's scent.

He waited for them to leave. Tonight, he thought hopefully. Tonight would be the third night he'd spent here, maybe it would be the last. But part of him knew better, knew just how long it took for a body to die of thirst or of hunger. He was too strong yet. It would be tomorrow, at the soonest.

He'd distracted himself with the hope of death, and only the sound of the woman's feet told him that she'd approached. He opened his eyes to see a sturdily built woman, plain of face except for her large sea-green eyes, leaning over the edge of the pit. She wore the uniform of the mercenaries, and there were calluses and mud on her hands.

He didn't want to see her eyes, didn't want to feel interest in her at all. He only wanted her to leave him alone so he could die.

"Plague them all," she said, her voice tight and angry. Then her voice softened to a croon. "How long have you been here, love?"

The wolf recognized the threat of the knife she held as she slid down the far side of the pit to stand, one foot on either side of his hips. He growled, rolling off his side in preparation to get up—because he'd forgotten he wanted to die. Just for a moment. He shook from exertion, sickness, and from the pain of moving his leg. He lay back down again and flattened his ears.

"Shh," she crooned, inexplicably sheathing her knife in the face of his aggression. "Not so long as all that, apparently. Now what shall I do about you?"

Go away, he thought. He growled at her with as much threat as he could, feeling his lips peel back from his fangs and the hair rise along his spine.

The expression on her face was not the one that he'd expected. Certainly not one any sane person would turn on a threatening wolf she was standing over. She should fear him.

Instead…; "Poor thing," she said in that same crooning tone. "Let's get you out of this, shall we?"

She dropped her gaze away from his and knelt to examine his hips, humming softly as she moved closer.

She didn't stink of fear, was all he could think. Everyone feared him. Everyone. Even Him, even the one who searched. She smelled of horse, sweat, and something sweet. No fear.

He snarled, and she wrapped one hand over his muzzle. Sheer astonishment stopped his growls. Just how stupid was she?

"Shh." The words blended into the music she was making, and he realized that her humming was pulling magic out of the ground around and beneath them. "Let me look."

He was as surprised at himself as he was at her when he let her do just that. He could have torn out her throat or broken her neck while she examined every inch of him. But he didn't—and he wasn't quite certain why not.

It wasn't that killing her would bother him. He'd killed a lot of people. But that was before. He didn't want to do that anymore. So perhaps that was part of it.

He knew she was trying to help him—but he didn't want help. He wanted to die.

Her magic swept over and around him, cushioning him. The wolf whined softly and relaxed, leaving the mage in him fully in charge for the first time since the illness had hit. Maybe even longer ago than that.

Her magic didn't work on the mage because he knew what it was—and, he admitted to himself, because it wasn't coercive magic. He was mage enough to read her intent. She didn't want the wolf to become a lapdog but only to relax.

But evidently helpful intent wasn't why he didn't kill her. Not the real reason. He hadn't been interested in anything in longer than he could remember, but she made him curious. He'd only ever met a practitioner of green magic, wild magic, once before. They hid from the humans in the land—if there were any still left. But here was one wearing the clothes of a mercenary.

She could pick him up—which surprised him because she didn't weigh much more than he did. But she couldn't hoist him high enough to reach the edge of the trap, so she set him down again.

"Going to need some help," she told him, and clambered to the top. She almost didn't make it out of the pit herself; if it had been round, she wouldn't have.

When she departed and took her magic with her, it left him bereaved—as if someone had covered him with a blanket, then removed it. And only when she left did he realize that her music had deadened his pain and soothed him, despite his being a mage on his guard against it.

He heard the horse move and the sound of leather and something heavy hitting the ground. The horse approached the pit and stopped.

When the mercenary who could do green magic hopped back into his almost grave, she had a rope in her hand.

He waited for the wolf to stir as she tied him in a makeshift harness that somehow managed to brace his bad leg. But the wolf waited as meekly as a lamb while she worked. When he was trussed up to her satisfaction, she climbed back out.

"Come on, Sheen," she told someone. Possibly, he thought, it was the horse.

The trip out of the hole was not pleasant. He closed his eyes and let the pain take him where it would. When he lay on the ground at last, she untied him.

Freed at last, he lay where he had fallen, too weak to run. Maybe too curious as well.

Chapter One Four Years Later

Aralorn paced, her heart beating with nervous energy.

It had seemed like a good idea at the time. She intended to sneak in as a servant—she was good at being a servant, and people talked in front of servants as if they weren't there at all. But then there had been that slave girl, freshly sold to the very Geoffrey ae'Magi whose court Aralorn was supposed to infiltrate and observe…;

Maybe if the slave girl hadn't had the gray-green eyes of the old races, eyes Aralorn shared, she wouldn't have given in to impulse. But it had been easy to free the girl and send her off with connections who would see her safely back to her home—proof that though she had lived in Sianim all these years, Aralorn was still Rethian enough to despise slavery. It was even easier to use the magic of her mother's people to rearrange her body and her features to mimic the girl and take her place.

She hadn't realized that slaves could be locked away until they were needed; she'd assumed she'd have work to do. It was well-known that the Archmage's passions were reserved for magic, and he seldom indulged in more fleshly pleasures. She'd figured that the girl had been purchased to do something—not sit locked in a room for weeks.

Aralorn had been just about ready to escape and try again using a different identity when she'd been brought up to the great hall of the ae'Magi's castle four days ago and put into the huge silver cage.

"She's to be decoration for the ball," said the servant who put her in the cage in response to another servant's question. "It won't be for a week yet, but he wanted her here so he could see the decorations and her at the same time."

Decoration. The ae'Magi had purchased a slave to decorate his great hall.

It had seemed out of character for the Archmage, Aralorn had thought. It took more than power to become the ae'Magi. The man or woman who wore that mantle of authority was, in his peers' eyes, a person of unassailable virtue. Only such a one could be allowed the reins to control all of the mages—at least all those west of the Great Swamp—so there was never again a wizard war. Purchasing a person in order to use her as decoration seemed…; petty for such a one as the ae'Magi. Or so she'd thought.

Four days ago.

Aralorn shivered. Her shoes made no sound on the marble beneath her feet, not that anyone would have been able to hear them over the music.

Beyond the silver bars of her cage, the great hall of the ae'Magi's castle was resplendent. By reputation, if not fact, the room was nearly a thousand years old, kept beautiful by good maintenance and judicious replacement rather than magic.

Though this room was the heart of the ae'Magi's home, by tradition, no magic was to be done here. This was the place the rulers of men conducted business with the ae'Magi, and the lack of magic proved to one and all that there was no magical coercion taking place. Aralorn now knew that the current ae'Magi didn't particularly care about following tradition, and coercion was something he used…; on everyone.

That first day, she'd been shocked when the stone beneath her feet vibrated with magic. She looked out at the room. Ten centuries old, or at least ten centuries of care and careful preservation by the finest craftsmen available. And the ae'Magi had saturated the stone with magic. No one would think to check, would they? And if they did, they'd just suspect another ae'Magi, an earlier one, because Geoffrey ae'Magi would never defy tradition.

This evening it was lavishly decorated for the pleasure of the people who danced lightly across the floor. Late-afternoon rays of sunlight streamed through the tear-shaped crystal skylights etched on the soaring ceilings. Pale pillars dripped down to the highly polished ivory-colored marble floor that reflected the jewel-like colors of the dancers' clothing.

Aralorn's cage sat on a raised platform on the only wall of the room that lacked a doorway. From that perch, she could observe the whole room and be observed in return. Or rather they could see the illusion that the ae'Magi had placed on the cage.

Instead of the tall, white-blond woman that the ae'Magi had purchased to decorate his great hall with her extraordinary beauty, observers would see a snowfalcon as rare and beautiful, the ae'Magi had told her, as his slave, but not so controversial. Some people, he'd told her, licking blood off his hands, disliked slavery, and he disliked controversy.

He'd decorated the room around his slave for his own amusement. Disguising her as a rare predator was simply a joke played upon the people who'd come here for entertainment.

A chime sounded, announcing new visitors. Aralorn hugged herself as the ae'Magi greeted his guests with a warm smile. He'd smiled that same smile last night while he'd killed a young boy and stolen his magic.

The stone floor had been red with blood, but it wiped up cleanly, and only someone able to sense magic might notice the pall that unclean death had left. Or not. The ae'Magi was the lord of mages, after all, and they could only use their powers to the extent he allowed.

She was scaring herself again—that was really not useful at all. Biting her lip, Aralorn gazed at the dancing nobles in an effort to distract herself. She matched names and countries to the dancers' faces with the ease that made her the valuable spy she was.

The ae'Magi had killed an old man, an old man without a spark of magic—human or green—about him and used the power of the death to turn the walls of the great hall a sparkling white. "Not an illusion," he'd told her. "It takes more power, and I don't like to use my own when I might need it at any time."

That had been the first night. On the second, he'd brought a man—one of his own guardsmen. With that blood, the ae'Magi had worked some magic so foul that the taste of it lingered on Aralorn's skin still.

The boy had been the worst. Only a child, and…;

Dozens of the rulers of the kingdoms of the Anthran Alliance were present. Some of them had been members of the Alliance for centuries, others were newer than that. The Empress of the Alliance wasn't here, but she was six, and her guardians kept a sharp eye on her lest any of her subjects decided to make her cousin the new empress instead. Just because they were allied didn't mean they were loyal subjects. The squabbles among the Alliance helped keep the coffers of Sianim full.

Gradually, she managed to replace the boy's dead eyes with dates and politics, but she still paced her cage restlessly. It wasn't just the horror of her discovery of exactly what kind of man held the power of the ae'Magi that kept her from sitting down—it was fear. The ae'Magi scared her to death.


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harstan More than 1 year ago
Aralorn the shapechanger has been a spy for Sianim for years as the money is great. She is assigned to penetrate the Kingdom of Reth where the powerful sorcerer Geoffrey ae'Magi has established a cruel dictatorship; her mission is to assess how potent the mage is and what he is scheming on beyond this beleaguered land. To Aralorn accompanied by Wolf, this is another easy task. However, once inside she realizes how dangerous and powerful Geoffrey is. Aralorn quickly completes her mission and rushes back to Sianim to report. Only she now learns how far Geoffrey has ties as his insidious control reaches everywhere. With Wolf at her side, Aralorn the mercenary takes her first stand without a thought of money when she joins the resistance. This is a revision of Patricia Briggs' first fantasy from the early 1990s; the sequel never released before will soon follow. The rebellion against magical evil story line is entertaining even without Mercy although the cast comes across stereotypical of the sub-genre. Still fans will root for Aralorn as she goes from avarice give me the money realist to rebel with a cause idealist. Harriet Klausner
MeriCalandra More than 1 year ago
Reading the review of this book I knew that the story was the writer's first novel and that it would be a bit rough :D Still even though the plot is fairly obvious and the ending pretty certain it was an entertaining read. I am REALLY glad Patricia did not go back over this, after being given the chance, and polish the story. I think it is very true that it would have changed the story into something the original readers would not have liked. It is a very good book for; people getting into the fantasy genre, people who are young readers, and also for people who "are between their to-die-for books" but do not want to pay for a bad book. The characters are memorable and I am glad Patricia has a sequel being released soon because I am dying to see what she does with the sequel. This is also a good book to see the transition between a *slightly rougher* first book and the later polished work of an author. I would definitely check out her other books, if you like this one even a little, the later works just get better! :D I would recommend this book for discussions whether in book clubs or in high school reading classes. Get this book if you like the free reading sample. Bright Blessings, MeriCalandra
healer24 More than 1 year ago
This book is set in a different land where magic predominates. As usual Patricia holds your attention from start to finish. The slowly evolving relationship between the two main characters, wolf and aralorn are developed at a good pace and with fine detail. The humor that Patricia puts in all her books is quite evident here and is one of the reasons I love her books. You will enjoy this one; I just finished it and bought the next one, Wolfsbane. ENJOY
Patokagwp More than 1 year ago
I never found the original story. But, I pre-ordered this and downloaded it a few minutes after midnight yesterday. YES! It is great! Patricia Briggs is a great author. Her books are exciting and her characters live in your mind as real people. She is one of the best authors being published today. She does not shortchange her readers. I see her name as author on a book and KNOW that I will get a story to cherish and read over and over again with enjoyment. Thank you Patricia Briggs
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I have never been so entranced by wonderful books such as these novels have been. This is a must read on a wish list and you will that these books differ far from what other writers and readers would sterotype most books of werewolf and magical fantasy. I have never been so excited by an author and their books since the final HP book for J.K. Rowling. I cannot wait for her next accomplishment.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This was the revisted book that Patricia had reworked, I found the book very good as well as the storyline pulled me in love Aralorn and Wolf want to read more about them Already read Wolfbane and love it as well..
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
It was fun to have the beginning of the sianim story. I enjoyed it.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
to date, none of patricia briggs' works have been disappointing. she pulls you in and keeps your attention.
SherE1 More than 1 year ago
I accidentally purchased the sequel to this book, Wolfsbane, not realizing it was the sequel until I was a few pages into the book. Realizing that I needed to read this book first, I went ahead and bought it. I CANNOT GET THROUGH THIS BOOK!!!! I keep hoping that if I keep reading it will get better but I eventually give up, buy and read a whole other book and then try to go back to this book but I STILL can't finish it! The characters spent way too much time STUDYING BOOKS about how to defeat the bad guy and going off into tangents about random folk tale than they did actually FIGHTING the bad guy. (yawn)
brightspring More than 1 year ago
I have read most of Patricia Briggs' books and knowing that this was her first, was amazing! I love the story and I love the characters. They really are just as good as any other story. Though this story doesn't have many of the sharp turns in plot that she usually has in her books but this book doesn't disappoint at all!
jjmcgaffey on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
I like. There's some bits of awkward phrasing, some obscurities, but I noticed them mostly in the beginning of the book - pretty soon I was caught up in the story and stopped noticing them (I suspect they were still there, but they didn't bother me any more). I still want to read the original version of this - I love seeing how an author's grown. But also, I'm just delighted with this story - this is what I've been wishing for all these years while she wrote the Mercy books. This is the fantasy I fell in love with with The Hob's Bargain and the Hurog books. It's wonderful to see it again! Hope she keeps writing these. Aralorn is great, so is Wolf. The spell that keeps them from getting any help is neat and nasty. I'm glad the story didn't go into any more detail about Aralorn's stay in the castle - ugh. And a weird and wonderful gift that we discover as she leaves... I like Myr as well. And poor Talor and Kai. The Old Man of the Mountain was a fascinating story - though I expected him/them to play a part later, too. And - lots of lovely bits, excellent story, I'm very glad I have Wolfsbane and don't have to wait for the next one. Oh yeah, and I need to reread Steal the Dragon and Where Demons Walk - it's all the same universe and I want to see what I'll understand better now that I know Aralorn and Wolf's story.
SunnySD on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Shapeshifting Sianim mercenary Aralorn and her funereal-voiced companion Wolf take on the malevolent, power-hungry ae-Magi and his shambling zombie creations.The opening is very reminiscent of Steal the Dragon - perhaps because this is a re-vamped early effort from Briggs. Despite the somewhat apologetic author-intro,Masques is a treat, and I'm looking forward to Wolfsbane, the promised second installment featuring Aralorn and Wolf.
rivkat on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Long-unpublished sequel to Briggs¿ first published novel Masques, featuring a mage/spy and her lover who spends most of his public time in wolf form. She goes home because her father dies¿except there¿s a lot more involved. Palace intrigue outside the palace, and a muted romance that is about learning to love more deeply rather than falling in love. Definitely an earlier work. Drop me a line if you want my copy.
kmartin802 on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Aralorn is the base-born daughter of a powerful lord but leaves his care to join a mercenary army. Because she is a shapeshifter, she makes an ideal spy. She saves Wolf from a pit trap when he is injured and ready to die. Wolf is a shapeshifting human magician who was once an apprentice to the very powerful sorcerer who is trying to take over the world. Aralorn and Wolf along with King Myr have to battle the sorcerer to prevent everyone from being enslaved. This is Briggs' first novel and much different than her current urban fantasy. I liked the characterization of Aralorn as a smart-talking, not easily intimidated heroine.
flemmily on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Each Patricia Briggs book I read makes me more of a Patricia Briggs fan and Masques is no exception. She writes great characters and excellent plots. She can write an excellent romance without any of the tricks or conventions - without flowery descriptions of manly muscles or heaving chests.Masques does feel first novel-y. It does make use of fantasy cliches. But it has all the elements I love about Briggs, and for all its conventionality, it is also weird, and unexpected and a very interesting novel.
MmeRose on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Very definitely a first novel (as Briggs tells us in the Introduction), but the seeds of her strong characterizations and excellent plots are there. This was a quick read. I'd recommend it to her fans, especially since a second book - Wolfsbane - will be published.
hjjugovic on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Surprisingly good, this was the first book Briggs ever wrote. Back in print in anticipation of the sequel, the book features shapeshifting, magical battles, and creepy zombie-like Uriah. The story is generally tightly told but does bog down near the end. Overall, recommended.
EffingEden on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
The first book of the Sianim sequence, Masques follows Aralorn, a shape-shifting mercenary spy and Wolf, her lupine companion as they stumble into a rebellion against the great and outwardly good Archmage who has dethroned a king in his quest to attain¿ a plotpoint. It has recently been revamped and re-released ¿ which is a mercy for Briggs fans ¿ and with a spanking new sequel that I am drooling to pick up. This fantasy romp is a huge, quivering cliché that somehow manages to weather its own predictive plot and blooms with a simplicity that I so enjoy with Briggs. Yes, the book has faults (and some ones that jar, such as a pair of overused turns-of-phrase that I wish she had adjusted) but for a début novel it is sweet and endearing. This book holds so many of Brigg¿s favourite tricks that come out in her later novels ¿ a heroine of plain looks, a shapeshifter, a potential love triangle, a penchant to put action before romance, wit ¿ oh, it is a treat to read witty dialogue ¿ wolves, dragons, displaced kings and doublecrossings. As a fan of hers I adored it, though the weaknesses that have been skilfully patched are still apparent in the altered work.We only get to know two of the characters very well, the rest are muted and somewhat bland by her standards (though by another measure they are still vibrant and unique) and a lot of interaction is rushed through. A pair of twins that appear in the start of the novel are barely met by the reader though have been known for years by Aralorn, come to some grief in the latter half. I was unsure what to do with it because while the protagonist suffered well I felt very little for them myself. I may be just use to her twisting heartstrings from her Mercedes Thompson series (it¿s fabulous) and I can sense that her younger self was attempting to do the same ¿ but it failed to stir much anguish. There were several other instances of the same attempt-and-failure because we come in on Aralorn¿s life after she has made these bonds, or because the plot just plunges on without much interaction between the main characters with minor ones.As a Brigg¿s novel, it is very raw and very clumsy and yet still captures her style to a tee. Wolf is most defiantly a new favourite of mine, flaming Larry Stu that he is. Dragon Bones has not been displaced, but I am very pleased with this novel none-the-less. Characters: 7/10Setting: 7/10Plot: 4/10Dialogue: 8/10Overall: 5/10
thetearose on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
This was apparently Brigg's first published book - she edited it, and republished it again later in her career. The characters are cute and easily likeable, although Aralorn at times seems to be verging into Mary Sue-dom. Great world-building, and it would've been cool if Briggs had written a lot more books on it - it seemed like that's what she was aiming towards. The plot includes evil mages, shapeshifters, hiding kings and rebellious sons - much fun to be had!
thewalkinggirl on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Briggs is pretty up-front in the introduction that even though she's revised this book a bit since it's initial publication, she tried not to change anything major and so it's not up the standards of what she would write today. Fair enough; it was her first book and she's learned a lot since then. The story is still what you would expect from her, though. (Well, if you've read her other fantasy novels, anyway. Her urban fantasy stuff is a little different.)Aralorn is a heroine who's strong enough to take on an enemy she's pretty sure will kill her and also strong enough to accept care and protection when she needs it. Her companion, Wolf, has a dark, mysterious past that he wants to overcome even though he's pretty convinced that he's irredeemable. I liked watching their interactions as they grew to trust each other. The primary villain, a politically and magically powered ae'Magi, is dark and twisted. The beings who help Aralorn and Wolf take on the villain could use a little development, but since there's a sequel in the works I anticipate that that will happen. Overall, as a fan of Briggs' fantasy novels, I quite enjoyed this. If you only know Briggs from her urban fantasy series, though, I'd probably recommend starting with one of the other Sianim books or maybe Hob's Bargain.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This was my first ,and last read by Ms. Briggs. The story could have been interesting but needed to be done by someone with more writing experience. Just yuk,,
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I enjoy all of Patricia Briggs' work and look forward to the rest of the series.
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My favorite books
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Everything that Patricia Briggs creates is so awesome and wonderful entertainment