Throne of Jade (Temeraire Series #2)

Throne of Jade (Temeraire Series #2)

by Naomi Novik

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ISBN-13: 9780345481290
Publisher: Random House Publishing Group
Publication date: 04/25/2006
Series: Temeraire Series , #2
Pages: 432
Sales rank: 37,055
Product dimensions: 4.15(w) x 6.86(h) x 1.10(d)
Lexile: 1140L (what's this?)
Age Range: 14 - 18 Years

About the Author

Naomi Novik is the acclaimed author of the Temeraire series: His Majesty’s Dragon, Throne of Jade, Black Powder War, Empire of Ivory, Victory of Eagles, Tongues of Serpents, Crucible of Gold, Blood of Tyrants, and League of Dragons. She has been nominated for the Hugo Award and has won the John W. Campbell Award for Best New Writer, as well as the Locus Award for Best New Writer and the Compton Crook Award for Best First Novel. She is also the author of Uprooted and the graphic novel Will Supervillains Be on the Final? She lives in New York City with her husband Charles Ardai, the founder of Hard Case Crime, and their daughter, Evidence, surrounded by an excessive number of purring computers.

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Chapter 1

The day was unseasonably warm for November, but in some misguided deference to the Chinese embassy, the fire in the Admiralty boardroom had been heaped excessively high, and Laurence was standing directly before it. He had dressed with especial care, in his best uniform, and all throughout the long and unbearable interview, the lining of his thick bottle-green broadcloth coat had been growing steadily more sodden with sweat.

Over the doorway, behind Lord Barham, the official indicator with its compass arrow showed the direction of the wind over the Channel: in the north-northeast today, fair for France; very likely even now some ships of the Channel Fleet were standing in to have a look at Napoleon’s harbors. His shoulders held at attention, Laurence fixed his eyes upon the broad metal disk and tried to keep himself distracted with such speculation; he did not trust himself to meet the cold, unfriendly gaze fixed upon him.

Barham stopped speaking and coughed again into his fist; the elaborate phrases he had prepared sat not at all in his sailor’s mouth, and at the end of every awkward, halting line, he stopped and darted a look over at the Chinese with a nervous agitation that approached obsequity. It was not a very creditable performance, but under ordinary circumstances, Laurence would have felt a degree of sympathy for Barham’s position: some sort of formal message had been anticipated, even perhaps an envoy, but no one had ever imagined that the Emperor of China would send his own brother halfway around the world.

Prince Yongxing could, with a word, set their two nations at war; and there was besides something inherently awful in his presence: the impervious silence with which he met Barham’s every remark; the overwhelming splendor of his dark yellow robes, embroidered thickly with dragons; the slow and relentless tapping of his long, jewel-encrusted fingernail against the arm of his chair. He did not even look at Barham: he only stared directly across the table at Laurence, grim and thin-lipped.

His retinue was so large they filled the boardroom to the corners, a dozen guards all sweltering and dazed in their quilted armor and as many servants besides, most with nothing to do, only attendants of one sort or another, all of them standing along the far wall of the room and trying to stir the air with broad-paneled fans. One man, evidently a translator, stood behind the prince, murmuring when Yongxing lifted a hand, generally after one of Barham’s more involved periods.

Two other official envoys sat to Yongxing’s either side. These men had been presented to Laurence only perfunctorily, and they had neither of them said a word, though the younger, called Sun Kai, had been watching all the proceedings, impassively, and following the translator’s words with quiet attention. The elder, a big, round- bellied man with a tufted grey beard, had gradually been overcome by the heat: his head had sunk forward onto his chest, mouth half open for air, and his hand was barely even moving his fan towards his face. They were robed in dark blue silk, almost as elaborately as the prince himself, and together they made an imposing façade: certainly no such embassy had ever been seen in the West.

A far more practiced diplomat than Barham might have been pardoned for succumbing to some degree of servility, but Laurence was scarcely in any mood to be forgiving; though he was nearly more furious with himself, at having hoped for anything better. He had come expecting to plead his case, and privately in his heart he had even imagined a reprieve; instead he had been scolded in terms he would have scrupled to use to a raw lieutenant, and all in front of a foreign prince and his reti- nue, assembled like a tribunal to hear his crimes. Still he held his tongue as long as he could manage, but when Barham at last came about to saying, with an air of great condescension, “Naturally, Captain, we have it in mind that you shall be put to another hatchling, afterwards,” Laurence had reached his limit.

“No, sir,” he said, breaking in. “I am sorry, but no: I will not do it, and as for another post, I must beg to be excused.”

Sitting beside Barham, Admiral Powys of the Aerial Corps had remained quite silent through the course of the meeting; now he only shook his head, without any appearance of surprise, and folded his hands together over his ample belly. Barham gave him a furious look and said to Laurence, “Perhaps I am not clear, Captain; this is not a request. You have been given your orders, you will carry them out.”

“I will be hanged first,” Laurence said flatly, past caring that he was speaking in such terms to the First Lord of the Admiralty: the death of his career if he had still been a naval officer, and it could scarcely do him any good even as an aviator. Yet if they meant to send Temeraire away, back to China, his career as an aviator was finished: he would never accept a position with any other dragon. None other would ever compare, to Laurence’s mind, and he would not subject a hatchling to being second-best when there were men in the Corps lined up six-deep for the chance.

Yongxing did not say anything, but his lips tightened; his attendants shifted and murmured amongst themselves in their own language. Laurence did not think he was imagining the hint of disdain in their tone, directed less at himself than at Barham; and the First Lord evidently shared the impression, his face growing mottled and choleric with the effort of preserving the appearance of calm. “By God, Laurence; if you imagine you can stand here in the middle of Whitehall and mutiny, you are wrong; I think perhaps you are forgetting that your first duty is to your country and your King, not to this dragon of yours.”

“No, sir; it is you who are forgetting. It was for duty I put Temeraire into harness, sacrificing my naval rank, with no knowledge then that he was any breed truly out of the ordinary, much less a Celestial,” Laurence said. “And for duty I took him through a difficult training and into a hard and dangerous service; for duty I have taken him into battle, and asked him to hazard his life and happiness. I will not answer such loyal service with lies and deceit.”

“Enough noise, there,” Barham said. “Anyone would think you were being asked to hand over your firstborn. I am sorry if you have made such a pet of the creature you cannot bear to lose him—”

“Temeraire is neither my pet nor my property, sir,” Laurence snapped. “He has served England and the King as much as I have, or you yourself, and now, because he does not choose to go back to China, you stand there and ask me to lie to him. I cannot imagine what claim to honor I should have if I agreed to it. Indeed,” he added, unable to restrain himself, “I wonder that you should even have made the proposal; I wonder at it greatly.”

“Oh, your soul to the devil, Laurence,” Barham said, losing his last veneer of formality; he had been a serving sea-officer for years before joining the Government, and he was still very little a politician when his temper was up. “He is a Chinese dragon, it stands to reason he will like China better; in any case, he belongs to them, and there is an end to it. The name of thief is a very unpleasant one, and His Majesty’s Government does not propose to invite it.”

“I know how I am to take that, I suppose.” If Laurence had not already been half-broiled, he would have flushed. “And I utterly reject the accusation, sir. These gentlemen do not deny they had given the egg to France; we seized it from a French man-of-war; the ship and the egg were condemned as lawful prize out of hand in the Admiralty courts, as you very well know. By no possible understanding does Temeraire belong to them; if they were so anxious about letting a Celestial out of their hands, they ought not have given him away in the shell.”

Yongxing snorted and broke into their shouting-match. “That is correct,” he said; his English was thickly accented, formal and slow, but the measured cadences only lent all the more effect to his words. “From the first it was folly to let the second-born egg of Lung Tien Qian pass over sea. That, no one can now dispute.”

It silenced them both, and for a moment no one spoke, save the translator quietly rendering Yongxing’s words for the rest of the Chinese. Then Sun Kai unexpectedly said something in their tongue which made Yongxing look around at him sharply. Sun kept his head inclined deferentially, and did not look up, but still it was the first suggestion Laurence had seen that their embassy might perhaps not speak with a single voice. But Yongxing snapped a reply, in a tone which did not allow of any further comment, and Sun did not venture to make one. Satisfied that he had quelled his subordinate, Yongxing turned back to them and added, “Yet regardless of the evil chance that brought him into your hands, Lung Tien Xiang was meant to go to the French Emperor, not to be made beast of burden for a common soldier.”

Laurence stiffened; common soldier rankled, and for the first time he turned to look directly at the prince, meeting that cold, contemptuous gaze with an equally steady one. “We are at war with France, sir; if you choose to ally yourself with our enemies and send them material assistance, you can hardly complain when we take it in fair fight.”

“Nonsense!” Barham broke in, at once and loudly. “China is by no means an ally of France, by no means at all; we certainly do not view China as a French ally. You are not here to speak to His Imperial Highness, Laurence; control yourself,” he added, in a savage undertone.

But Yongxing ignored the attempt at interruption. “And now you make piracy your defense?” he said, contemptuous. “We do not concern ourselves with the customs of barbaric nations. How merchants and thieves agree to pillage one another is not of interest to the Celestial Throne, except when they choose to insult the Emperor as you have.”

“No, Your Highness, no such thing, not in the least,” Barham said hurriedly, even while he looked pure venom at Laurence. “His Majesty and his Government have nothing but the deepest affection for the Emperor; no insult would ever willingly be offered, I assure you. If we had only known of the extraordinary nature of the egg, of your objections, this situation would never have arisen—”

“Now, however, you are well aware,” Yongxing said, “and the insult remains: Lung Tien Xiang is still in harness, treated little better than a horse, expected to carry burdens and exposed to all the brutalities of war, and all this, with a mere captain as his companion. Better had his egg sunk to the bottom of the ocean!”

Appalled, Laurence was glad to see this callousness left Barham and Powys as staring and speechless as himself. Even among Yongxing’s own retinue, the translator flinched, shifting uneasily, and for once did not translate the prince’s words back into Chinese.

“Sir, I assure you, since we learned of your objections, he has not been under harness at all, not a stitch of it,” Barham said, recovering. “We have been at the greatest of pains to see to Temeraire’s—that is, to Lung Tien Xiang’s—comfort, and to make redress for any inadequacy in his treatment. He is no longer assigned to Captain Laurence, that I can assure you: they have not spoken these last two weeks.”

The reminder was a bitter one, and Laurence felt what little remained of his temper fraying away. “If either of you had any real concern for his comfort, you would consult his feelings, not your own desires,” he said, his voice rising, a voice which had been trained to bellow orders through a gale. “You complain of having him under harness, and in the same breath ask me to trick him into chains, so you might drag him away against his will. I will not do it; I will never do it, and be damned to you all.”

Judging by his expression, Barham would have been glad to have Laurence himself dragged away in chains: eyes almost bulging, hands flat on the table, on the verge of rising; for the first time, Admiral Powys spoke, breaking in, and forestalled him. “Enough, Laurence, hold your tongue. Barham, nothing further can be served by keeping him. Out, Laurence; out at once: you are dismissed.”

The long habit of obedience held: Laurence flung himself out of the room. The intervention likely saved him from an arrest for insubordination, but he went with no sense of gratitude; a thousand things were pent up in his throat, and even as the door swung heavily shut behind him, he turned back. But the Marines stationed to either side were gazing at him with thoughtlessly rude interest, as if he were a curiosity exhibited for their entertainment. Under their open, inquisitive looks he mastered his temper a little, and turned away before he could betray himself more thoroughly.

Barham’s words were swallowed by the heavy wood, but the inarticulate rumble of his still-raised voice followed Laurence down the corridor. He felt almost drunk with anger, his breath coming in short abrupt spurts and his vision obscured, not by tears, not at all by tears, except of rage. The antechamber of the Admiralty was full of sea-officers, clerks, political officials, even a green-coated aviator rushing through with dispatches. Laurence shouldered his way roughly to the doors, his shaking hands thrust deep into his coat pockets to conceal them from view.

He struck out into the crashing din of late-afternoon London, Whitehall full of workingmen going home for their suppers, and the bawling of the hackney drivers and chair-men over all, crying, “Make a lane, there,” through the crowds. His feelings were as disordered as his surroundings, and he was navigating the street by instinct; he had to be called three times before he recognized his own name.

He turned only reluctantly: he had no desire to be forced to return a civil word or gesture from a former colleague. But with a measure of relief he saw it was Captain Roland, not an ignorant acquaintance. He was surprised to see her; very surprised, for her dragon, Excidium, was a formation-leader at the Dover covert. She could not easily have been spared from her duties, and in any case she could not come to the Admiralty openly, being a female officer, one of those whose existence was made necessary by the insistence of Longwings on female captains. The secret was but barely known outside the ranks of the aviators, and jealously kept against certain public disapproval; Laurence himself had found it difficult to accept the notion, at first, but he had grown so used to the idea that now Roland looked very odd to him out of uniform: she had put on skirts and a heavy cloak by way of concealment, neither of which suited her.

“I have been puffing after you for the last five minutes,” she said, taking his arm as she reached him. “I was wandering about that great cavern of a building, waiting for you to come out, and then you went straight past me in such a ferocious hurry I could scarcely catch you. These clothes are a damned nuisance; I hope you appreciate the trouble I am taking for you, Laurence. But never mind,” she added, her voice gentling. “I can see from your face that it did not go well: let us go and have some dinner, and you shall tell me everything.”

“Thank you, Jane; I am glad to see you,” he said, and let her turn him in the direction of her inn, though he did not think he could swallow. “How do you come to be here, though? Surely there is nothing wrong with Ex- cidium?”

“Nothing in the least, unless he has given himself indigestion,” she said. “No; but Lily and Captain Harcourt are coming along splendidly, and so Lenton was able to assign them a double patrol and give me a few days of liberty. Excidium took it as excuse to eat three fat cows at once, the wretched greedy thing; he barely cracked an eyelid when I proposed my leaving him with Sanders—that is my new first lieutenant—and coming to bear you company. So I put together a street-going rig and came up with the courier. Oh, Hell: wait a minute, will you?” She stopped and kicked vigorously, shaking her skirts loose: they were too long, and had caught on her heels.

He held her by the elbow so she did not topple over, and afterwards they continued on through the London streets at a slower pace. Roland’s mannish stride and scarred face drew enough rude stares that Laurence began to glare at the passersby who looked too long, though she herself paid them no mind; she noticed his behavior, however, and said, “You are ferocious out of temper; do not frighten those poor girls. What did those fellows say to you at the Admiralty?”

“You have heard, I suppose, that an embassy has come from China; they mean to take Temeraire back with them, and Government does not care to object. But evidently he will have none of it: tells them all to go and hang themselves, though they have been at him for weeks now to go,” Laurence said. As he spoke, a sharp sensation of pain, like a constriction just under his breastbone, made itself felt. He could picture quite clearly Temeraire kept nearly all alone in the old, worn-down London covert, scarcely used in the last hundred years, with nei- ther Laurence nor his crew to keep him company, no one to read to him, and of his own kind only a few small courier-beasts flying through on dispatch service.

“Of course he will not go,” Roland said. “I cannot believe they imagined they could persuade him to leave you. Surely they ought to know better; I have always heard the Chinese cried up as the very pinnacle of dragon-handlers.”

“Their prince has made no secret he thinks very little of me; likely they expected Temeraire to share much the same opinion, and to be pleased to go back,” Laurence said. “In any case, they grow tired of trying to persuade him; so that villain Barham ordered I should lie to him and say we were assigned to Gibraltar, all to get him aboard a transport and out to sea, too far for him to fly back to land, before he knew what they were about.”

“Oh, infamous.” Her hand tightened almost painfully on his arm. “Did Powys have nothing to say to it? I cannot believe he let them suggest such a thing to you; one cannot expect a naval officer to understand these things, but Powys should have explained matters to him.”

“I dare say he can do nothing; he is only a serving officer, and Barham is appointed by the Ministry,” Laurence said. “Powys at least saved me from putting my neck in a noose: I was too angry to control myself, and he sent me away.”

They had reached the Strand; the increase in traffic made conversation difficult, and they had to pay attention to avoid being splashed by the questionable grey slush heaped in the gutters, thrown up onto the pavement by the lumbering carts and hackney wheels. His anger ebbing away, Laurence was increasingly low in his spirits.

From the moment of separation, he had consoled himself with the daily expectation that it would soon end: the Chinese would soon see Temeraire did not wish to go, or the Admiralty would give up the attempt to placate them. It had seemed a cruel sentence even so; they had not been parted a full day’s time in the months since Temeraire’s hatching, and Laurence had scarcely known what to do with himself, or how to fill the hours. But even the two long weeks were nothing to this, the dreadful certainty that he had ruined all his chances. The Chinese would not yield, and the Ministry would find some way of getting Temeraire sent off to China in the end: they plainly had no objection to telling him a pack of lies for the purpose. Likely enough Barham would never consent to his seeing Temeraire now even for a last farewell.

Laurence had not even allowed himself to consider what his own life might be with Temeraire gone. Another dragon was of course an impossibility, and the Navy would not have him back now. He supposed he could take on a ship in the merchant fleet, or a privateer; but he did not think he would have the heart for it, and he had done well enough out of prize-money to live on. He could even marry and set up as a country gentleman; but that prospect, once so idyllic in his imagination, now seemed drab and colorless.

Worse yet, he could hardly look for sympathy: all his former acquaintance would call it a lucky escape, his family would rejoice, and the world would think nothing of his loss. By any measure, there was something ridiculous in his being so adrift: he had become an aviator quite unwillingly, only from the strongest sense of duty, and less than a year had passed since his change in station; yet already he could hardly consider the possibility. Only another aviator, perhaps indeed only another captain, would truly be able to understand his sentiments, and with Temeraire gone, he would be as severed from their company as aviators themselves were from the rest of the world.

The front room at the Crown and Anchor was not quiet, though it was still early for dinner by town standards. The place was not a fashionable establishment, nor even genteel, its custom mostly consisting of country-men used to a more reasonable hour for their food and drink. It was not the sort of place a respectable woman would have come, nor indeed the kind of place Laurence himself would have ever voluntarily frequented in earlier days. Roland drew some insolent stares, others only curious, but no one attempted any greater liberty: Laurence made an imposing figure beside her with his broad shoulders and his dress-sword slung at his hip.

Roland led Laurence up to her rooms, sat him in an ugly armchair, and gave him a glass of wine. He drank deeply, hiding behind the bowl of the glass from her sympathetic look: he was afraid he might easily be unmanned. “You must be faint with hunger, Laurence,” she said. “That is half the trouble.” She rang for the maid; shortly a couple of manservants climbed up with a very good sort of plain single-course dinner: a roasted fowl, with greens and beef gravy sauce; some small cheese-cakes made with jam, calf’s feet pie, a dish of red cabbage stewed, and a small biscuit pudding for relish. She had them place all the food on the table at once, rather than going through removes, and sent them away.

Laurence did not think he would eat, but once the food was before him he found he was hungry after all. He had been eating very indifferently, thanks to irregular hours and the low table of his cheap boarding-house, chosen for its proximity to the covert where Temeraire was kept; now he ate steadily, Roland carrying the conversation nearly alone and distracting him with service gossip and trivialities.

“I was sorry to lose Lloyd, of course—they mean to put him to the Anglewing egg that is hardening at Kinloch Laggan,” she said, speaking of her first lieutenant.

“I think I saw it there,” Laurence said, rousing a little and lifting his head from his plate. “Obversaria’s egg?”

“Yes, and we have great hopes of the issue,” she said. “Lloyd was over the moon, of course, and I am very happy for him; still, it is no easy thing to break in a new premier after five years, with all the crew and Excidium himself murmuring about how Lloyd used to do things. But Sanders is a good-hearted, dependable fellow; they sent him up from Gibraltar, after Granby refused the post.”

“What? Refused it?” Laurence cried, in great dismay: Granby was his own first lieutenant. “Not for my sake, I hope.”

“Oh, Lord, you did not know?” Roland said, in equal dismay. “Granby spoke to me very pretty; said he was obliged, but he did not choose to shift his position. I was quite sure he had consulted you about the matter; I thought perhaps you had been given some reason to hope.”

“No,” Laurence said, very low. “He is more likely to end up with no position at all; I am very sorry to hear he should have passed up so good a place.” The refusal could have done Granby no good with the Corps; a man who had turned down one offer could not soon expect another, and Laurence would shortly have no power at all to help him along.

“Well, I am damned sorry to have given you any more cause for concern,” Roland said, after a moment. “Admiral Lenton has not broken up your crew, you know, for the most part: only gave a few fellows to Berkley out of desperation, he being so short-handed now. We were all so sure that Maximus had reached his final growth; shortly after you were called here, he began to prove us wrong, and so far he has put on fifteen feet in length.” She added this last in an attempt to recover the lighter tone of the conversation, but it was impossible: Laurence found that his stomach had closed, and he set down his knife and fork with the plate still half-full.

Roland drew the curtains; it was already growing dark outside. “Do you care for a concert?”

“I am happy to accompany you,” he said, mechanically, and she shook her head.

“No, never mind; I see it will not do. Come to bed then, my dear fellow; there is no sense in sitting about and moping.”

They put out the candles and lay down together. “I have not the least notion what to do,” he said quietly: the cover of dark made the confession a little easier. “I called Barham a villain, and I cannot forgive him asking me to lie; very ungentleman-like. But he is not a scrub; he would not be at such shifts if he had any other choice.”

“It makes me quite ill to hear about him bowing and scraping to this foreign prince.” Roland propped herself upon her elbow on the pillows. “I was in Canton harbor once, as a mid, on a transport coming back the long way from India; those junks of theirs do not look like they could stand a mild shower, much less a gale. They cannot fly their dragons across the ocean without a pause, even if they cared to go to war with us.”

“I thought as much myself, when I first heard,” Laurence said. “But they do not need to fly across the ocean to end the China trade, and wreck our shipping to India also, if they liked; besides they share a border with Russia. It would mean the end of the coalition against Bonaparte, if the Tsar were attacked on his eastern borders.”

“I do not see the Russians have done us very much good so far, in the war, and money is a low pitiful excuse for behaving like a bounder, in a man or a nation,” Roland said. “The State has been short of funds before, and somehow we have scraped by and still blacked Bonaparte’s eye for him. In any case, I cannot forgive them for keeping you from Temeraire. Barham still has not let you see him at all, I suppose?”

“No, not for two weeks now. There is a decent fellow at the covert who has taken him messages for me, and lets me know that he is eating, but I cannot ask him to let me in: it would be a court-martial for us both. Though for my own part, I hardly know if I would let it stop me now.”

He could scarcely have imagined even saying such a thing a year ago; he did not like to think it now, but honesty put the words into his mouth. Roland did not cry out against it, but then she was an aviator herself. She reached out to stroke his cheek, and drew him down to such comfort as might be found in her arms.

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Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Book 1 made me a Temeraire fan. Book 2 sealed the deal. While at first glance the premise of the Napoleanic wars being faught with the use of dragons sounds far fetched, you begin to believe it when you read Ms. Novik's books. I was quickly drawn into book 1 by the personalities of the dragons and the humans who use them. If you are a fan of either fantasy or military genre, you'll be a fan of Temeraire very quickly.
Benz1966 More than 1 year ago
One of the things I enjoy most about reading is getting the sense that time is just pausing and that everything around you - the noise and chaos just falls away. Then, when you are deepest into the story and your imagination is filled with the incredible things being described and you can hear the voices of the characters and the sounds of the cities or oceans or landscapes they are in... the author drops a simple little comical thing that tips everything over the edge and you end up laughing hysterically because <i>that is life</i>. Throne of Jade is the journey of Temeraire the dragon and Captain Laurence to China. Temeraire is a special breed of dragon, a dragon given only to Emperors and their descendents, yet this lowly Captain, originally of His Majesty's Naval Force, is the one Temeraire has chosen. The book begins with a trial and an attempt to separate these two personalities that feed off of each other. Most of the story takes place on the sea with the fierce battles I've now come to expect of Novik and the fascinating historical descriptions. Everything is treated so carefully that sometimes I find myself wondering at how easy it would be to imagine Napoleon astride his own dragon, leading the French to war against England. But in the midst of battle and death, of polities and intrigue there is heart, emotion and laughter. From a comical moment in which a man spits a fish out of his mouth during the heat of battle to Temeraire falling in love when it was.. most inopportune, I found myself smiling and feeling the release of the tension that had been building up and I was able to fall even more deeply into the story. This was a beautifully written, well-paced story and I'm very much looking forward to book 3.
Guest More than 1 year ago
I liked this book it is a very good dragon book with a very good plot. The only part about this book that I don't like is that it is very slow especially when Temeraire and Laurence are at sea. Once they get to China the plot is really good. When I finished this book I definately wanted to read the rest of the series.
meganDB on LibraryThing 17 days ago
Did I enjoy Throne of Jade as much as its predecessor, Temeraire? If anything, I enjoyed it more. I loved it so much that yesterday I made my ever patient boyfriend drive me to a city nearly two hours away so I could purchase the next two books for twice the price than if I got them from Book Depository, because I want to read them right now, not in 7-15 days!Reviews of those two will be forthcoming, I'm sure, but for now let's talk Throne of Jade. (Probably you should read Temeraire before you read this). The plot is basically this: China wants Temeraire back, preferably sans Laurence. So it's off to China with Laurence and Temeraire, where they hope to convince the emperor to let Britain keep Temeraire.Let me first point out a two ways in which I think this book could have easily faltered. First, the depiction of the Chinese and their culture was of course going to be tricky, especially considering that our POV man, Laurence, it not favourably disposed to the Chinese AT ALL. (The are trying to remove him from Temeraire's company, after all). But Novik does a good job of contrasting China to Britain and highlighting how strange everything is to the Western characters without ever sinking into, 'gosh, look how silly these Chinese people are!' Some of the Chinese characters are portrayed negatively, but its never because they are Chinese. The insertion of Dragons into Chinese culture also felt very authentic, and far more natural than the British dragons in book one.The second trap that I am glad Novik avoided is a common trope in books like this. Almost every character in this book is devoted to separating Laurence and Temeraire. How easy it would have been, and how predictable, to have a miss-communication or misunderstanding that does indeed separate the two, until they triumphantly overcome the obstacle. Yawn yawn yawn. The relationship between Temeraire and Laurence in this book is deeper than that trope (which I hate, without exception). There is a moment where it could have come into play; Temeraire is inexplicably absent when Laurence desperately needs him. But, but, wait for it, Laurence gives Temeraire a chance to explain and, oh my god, get this, Temeraire explains! Wow!It was very gratifying to see Laurence and Temeraire's relationship develop. In the first book there was definitely a feeling that Temeraire was a child and Laurence an adult, but as Throne of Jade plays out we see the two slowly become equals. Temeraire starts to establish who he is outside of Laurence and, instead of seeing this as some kind of abandonment, Laurence is supportive. What I'm saying is that one of the most realistic and healthy adult relationships I have ever encountered in fiction is here, between a man and his dragon.The plot, while I may have made it sound simple, is very exciting. Storms, sea serpents and murder attempts abound, and unlike in the previous book there is quite a few character deaths. There was also a fight between two dragons, which played out very differently to the multi dragon battles we¿ve already seen and was a thrill to read.Ultimately I felt that this book nimbly sidestepped the potential pitfalls that faced it, and has left even more eager to continue reading the adventures of Laurence and Temeraire.
DragonFreak on LibraryThing 17 days ago
In the second book of the Temeraire Series you find the Chinese wants Temeraire back after learning that he was a Celestrial. But they want only Temeraire, and not Laurence. After some strong arguements, they agree to let Laurence take the eight month trip back to China, but with no gaurantees whatsoever that Laurence will stay with Temeraire.The voyage they take will be insanely long and very trecherous. And what's waiting for them in China will shock them and may forever change them.
hoosgracie on LibraryThing 17 days ago
Lawrence and Temeraire head off to China after the Chinese dispute their right to "own" Temeraire. The journey at sea gets to be a little long, but overall another wonderful adventure.
annekiwi on LibraryThing 17 days ago
Great book. I really enjoyed seeing Temeraire develop into a inquisitive individual but still with enjoyment of physical pursuits. It was interesting to see the dichotomy of how the Chinese treated their dragons compared to the European way. I have already started (about 1/2 way through) the next book Black Powder War and I have the 4th in my bag ready to start when I finish that one.
LisaMaria_C on LibraryThing 17 days ago
I loved Novik's first entry in this series, His Majesty's Dragon. Her books are kinda a smash up of Horatio Hornblower (age of sail, Napoleonic wars) and Anne McCaffrey (dragons!) but with its own individual twists that make it like no other. What stood out to me in the first book was that she made dragons have just as much (or more) personality or intellect as any of the human characters. In Throne of Jade she expands on that by letting us see a sophisticated society of dragons integrated into 19th century China. The personal and cultural clashes are done well within a tightly written action-adventure tale that didn't let me up for a moment until I found myself at the end of the book and pinning for more--I'm glad there's more to be had. It certainly made me want to read the next book in the series.
sfcat on LibraryThing 20 days ago
I frankly loved the China part of the book. I was fascinated with the chinese dragon society and really really wished we'd gotten more of it, especially how lower caste dragons live. I really felt the books were historically accurate in their portrayals. I do agree the pacing is somewhat different, but it definitely picks back up in the next book too. I've been delighted with this series and will continue to read.
lauranav on LibraryThing 24 days ago
I enjoyed this volume, we see Temeraire growing more and even challenging Laurence in his thinking. I thought the events as they sailed around the world were very interesting. We kind of knew this was a "traveling" volume, but lots still happened. Then we get to China and we learn how the dragons live there (very different). Good food for thought, great action, good characters.
bluesalamanders on LibraryThing 24 days ago
Laurence and Temeraire travel to China to see Temeraire's homeland and meet his kin.Temeraire is still a fantastic character in this book, but Laurence gets on my nerves some. I understand why he does and says many of the things he does and says, but it's very frustrating to me (and to Temeraire, although he is loyal to a fault).
Alliebadger on LibraryThing 24 days ago
I thoroughly enjoy the Temeraire series. I didn't like this one quite as much as its predecessor simply because I was annoyed that Temeraire was to be taken away from Laurence and from England, but I think it was important to the series plot-wise that it happened. I was a little confused because of the foreign concepts at points, but it was worth it in the end. It's really interesting to see how China of the time compares with England in a way that is both fascinating and unique.
RRLevering on LibraryThing 24 days ago
When I read the first book in this series, I was willing to overlook some of its flaws because the plot rolled along fairly quickly and kept me entertained. I'm sad to say that for most of this book that wasn't the case and so some of the flaws in the writing were more apparent. To be fair, I'm slightly biased; when I first bought the series, the bookseller mentioned the only bad part was how much the second book lagged. So it may have stood out more clearly in my mind for me being forewarned.I'll start with the bad, since that's how these things are done. Did I mention the plot lagged? This is somewhat of a spoiler, but two thirds of the book is spent getting to China. China is interesting - the open sea is not. China has rich descriptions, interesting dragons, interactions that we haven't seen before - the open sea does not. The end of the book feels hurried because of this discrepancy. Conflicts are resolved in a fairly deus ex machina manner that seem unbelievable even for a fantasy book.A minor gripe: characters are invented to be killed. It bothers me that a new name is introduced a paragraph before the guy dies. If you want us to feel something, develop the character. Otherwise, leave them faceless. Books don't work like Star Trek episodes.If there's one thing I hound on in all off my reviews, it's that character interactions and growth are what makes a book. In the last book, Temeraire and Laurence both grew and had an interesting relationship. In this book, Temeraire is really the only one who changes much and most of that happens off camera. This sort of confused me and I found myself in several places annoyed that Temeraire wasn't talking more to Laurence to give some more glimpses into how he was thinking. Laurence definitely grows, but he has a straight-laced point of view and I find his train of thought gets tiresome and limiting. The novel would benefit with him being forced into situations that tested his composure more often (romance/torture/etc).On the positive side, the world is pretty cool. The descriptions of China and how they worked dragons into their society was probably worth the tedium of the beginning of the book. Their descriptions paint vivid, colorful pictures in my mind with amazing asian garden backdrops and I couldn't get enough of this. A greater study of China by the author and an expansion of this part of the book would have been a boon to the novel.
rainrunner on LibraryThing 24 days ago
ok, love dragons but am still having a tough time with the old English dialect. If I see the word "pray" one more time....
Neilsantos on LibraryThing 24 days ago
Ok, I said something nice about the first one because it was a neat idea. Neat ideas aren't enough, we need characters. It's hard to keep track of who is who because they are all so vaguely written, similarly, so are a number of otherwise interesting details. the motivations and rationale that drive her characters totally baffles me. In absence of characters, she relies on plot to drive her work (not unexpectedly, this is how comic books are written). The drawback is that plot-driven stories often need to continue to top the preceding one. I am positive that this will make an excellent franchise for her to sell out to fan fiction.
egelantier on LibraryThing 24 days ago
liked it less than previous, since we moved to long stretches of traveling/descriptions/suspence with short bursts of action, but it's still lovely and low-key angsty, and main relationship continues to steadily evolve. and i keep _really_ liking laurence; i love low-key, duty-bound heroes with effortless and quiet dignity.
jdquinlan on LibraryThing 24 days ago
This is the second book in a series. (Recap of the first book from the back cover of the second: When Britain intercepted a French ship and its precious cargo - an unhatched dragon's egg - Capt. Will Laurence of HMS Reliant unexpectedly became master and commander of the noble dragon he named Temeraire. As new recruits in Britain's Aerial Corps, man and dragon soon proved their mettle in daring combat against Bonaparte's invading forces.) Temeraire is a Celestial, the rarest and most revered of the dragon breeds, and the Chinese have come to England to take him back. But Temeraire refuses to be parted from Laurence and Laurence refuses to give him up, so the Chinese agree to allow him to accompany Temeraire back to China. They board a huge dragon transport ship, helmed by Laurence's former first mate and good friend, Tom Riley, for the seven-month sea journey, and they are joined by a British diplomat whose job is to mend fences with the Chinese, and in doing so really annoys Laurence. Spending seven months at sea can be pretty monotonous, and so is this book. There are a few exciting moments on board ship: a sea serpent attacks them and one of the Chinese attempts to murder Laurence, but the real action doesn't begin until they arrive in China. Laurence and Temeraire discover that dragons are treated much better in China than they are in England and Temeraire begins to form attachments to his family. Laurence worries that Temeraire will decide to stay in China and he has his own doubts as to whether England is still the best place for Temeraire to be. The Chinese have their own plans for Temeraire and they don't include Laurence. Laurence has to walk a narrow path as he tries to perform his duty to his country, to his dragon and to himself without angering the Chinese and risking their involvement in the Napoleonic War. He learns quickly that he has to constantly watch his back and be careful who he trusts, all the while watching Temeraire become closer to his Chinese family and their way of life. Once the loooong sea voyage is over, the author does a great job of bringing the exotic setting to life and increasing the tension and mystery as the Chinese secrets are revealed and Temeraire has to choose between his loyalty to Laurence and to his new-found family. There's also a pretty cool dragon duel at the end. All in all, I'm still very fond of Laurence and Temeraire, but for me, this book was a drag to get through.
jimmaclachlan on LibraryThing 24 days ago
A fun read, but not quite as captivating as the first book. We got an interesting look at shipboard life as they travel for a long time, which made the book drag a bit, but not too much. The story had some twists & turns, some quite unexpected. From the long build up, it seemed to end quickly & completely, much to my surprise. A bit too abruptly & neatly, perhaps. I look forward to reading the next book, which I have, but I won't be reading it next. I don't feel I HAVE to read the next book.
callmecayce on LibraryThing 24 days ago
This sequel to Novik's His Majesty's Dragon is a strong second book in her ongoing series. We're once again invited to join the world of Laurence and Temeraire. In this book, the Chinese want their dragon (Temeraire) back and will do just about anything to get him back. Eventually, Temeraire and Laurence must travel to China themselves (a story in and of itself!) to sort things out. Unlike the first book, Throne of Jade plays up the differences between humans and dragons a lot more and Novik takes great pains to introduce the idea that dragons and humans should be on equal terms. It's a good book, fun to read and, as with the first book, amusing in certain places.
silentq on LibraryThing 24 days ago
The Chinese Emperor objects to having their precious dragon fighting in England's aerial corps, so Temeraire and Cpt. Laurence are ordered to China to resolve the issue. The various envoys keep trying to split them up, and the dangers of the open sea and of the coasts that they follow on their four month journey come close to ending the trip before anything's resolved. Temeraire is also getting notions into his head about dragon liberty, as he sees how dragons live in other countries. This one wasn't quite as good as the first, but I still really enjoyed it, especially for the descriptions of travel by sea. I really got a sense of how dangerous life was in the early 1800's and how it moved at a slower pace, even with dragons.
tundranocaps on LibraryThing 24 days ago
This book is a lot more readable than the previous one. It passed a lot quicker, even if still, it's not as enjoyable, as fun, as many other books of this type.The book is also nicely weighing more with the allusions to dragons' rights and slavedom, even before it is said so outright.
flourishing on LibraryThing 24 days ago
Well, to start off with: I don't know how to judge anything Novik says about China here. If there are errors (beyond those that are naturally created by inserting, well, dragons into a story) I couldn't identify them. I spent the first chunk of this book made uncomfortable by the way that Temeraire (or - perhaps I should say Lung Tien Xiang) and Laurence are set opposite Yongxing. I was preparing myself for a plot that embraced the worst of East/West stereotyping.I wasn't prepared for the way that Novik turned those stereotypes around at the end, or for the revelation that in this story, the Chinese are the heroes (at least with respect to the dragons). Because the book is from the perspective of an Englishman, I was tricked into believing that the character's perspective is the same as Novik's - which, having completed the book, I don't think it is.That said, it wasn't an entirely comfortable read for me, simply because the tension I felt (will Novik actually follow through on stereotyping Chinese culture?) was not the same tension I was intended to feel (will Temeraire/Lung Tien Xiang choose to return to China, or stay with Laurence?). However, I find the series just as beguiling as I did before, and now that we're over the hump, I look forward to seeing Temeraire/Lung Tien Xiang return to Britain and try to fight for his own rights there!
fyrefly98 on LibraryThing 24 days ago
Summary: When the British seized Temeraire's egg from a French frigate, they had no way of knowing that he was a Chinese Celestial - an exceptionally rare breed of dragon that are normally only treated as companions for members of the Emperor's family - intended as a gift to Napoleon. The Chinese embassy is outraged that one of their royal dragons is being treated like a common soldier in the British aviator corps, and they demand his immediate return to China... with or without Laurence. Rather than make enemies of the powerful nation, the British Admiralty agrees, and Temeraire and Laurence unwillingly board a transport bound for China. Neither of them wants to be parted from the other, but the Chinese embassy is none too keen on the idea of keeping Laurence around, or on letting Temeraire out of their control. Together, they must find a way to stay together without sabotaging British foreign relations... but first they must survive the perils of the long sea voyage.Review: While His Majesty's Dragon charmed the socks off of me, this one actually made me think. Still charming, but also thought-provoking... sometimes uncomfortably so, in fact. In His Majesty's Dragon, Novik's introducing us not only to her characters, but also to her world, and so we take on faith that things are the way she says they are, and if none of the characters give a second thought to the way dragons are treated, and the relationship between dragons and humans, then why should we? In Throne of Jade, however, Temeraire's growing up, and has reached the dragon equivalent of teenagerhood - particularly the part where he starts questioning the status quo. The reader gets the chance to grow with him, and as we get to see the Chinese system of dragon-human interactions, we also start to question what we'd been taught in the first book was normal and right. I actually got uncomfortable when I stopped to look at my assumptions from the first book - Why did I ever think this or that was okay? What does that say about me? - and that's a neat trick for an author to pull off. Full round of applause for Novik for that one.The rest of the book is good as well - Novik manages to capture the style and the tone of period literature while somehow keeping it captivating and easy to read. I feel like there was more high-seas adventure - Battles with the French! Intrigue and spying! Treachery and plots! Sea serpents and fierce storms! - than in the previous book, which is never a bad thing (plus boys on boats = always good), although it did come at the cost of some of the interpersonal (inter-dragonal?) interaction that so charmed me the first time around. Still, this book went in some interesting new directions without sacrificing the key elements that make the series great, and I'm excited to see what happens in the next book. 4 out of 5 stars.Recommendation: Historical fiction and fantasy lovers alike should all be reading this series. This one isn't *quite* as strong as its predecessor, but it's still an absorbing, entertaining, and increasingly thought-provoking read.
seekingflight on LibraryThing 24 days ago
This is the second book of one of the better fantasy series that I¿ve encountered recently. It¿s set during the Napoleonic Wars, but in this world there are dragons, manned by aviators, and taken by them into battle.Laurence is a former naval officer who¿s now a Captain to one of these dragons. The dragon, however, was a gift from the Chinese to the French, captured by the British, and when the Chinese protest, Laurence is faced with the threat of separation from the dragon he¿s come to love.The story is reasonably well-paced, the characters draw me in, and I care about them and the dilemmas in which they find themselves.I¿m interested in the way in which Novik discusses the ethics of the way in which the dragons are treated, and the parallels she draws with slavery. Laurence's reaction to the way in which the Chinese handle their own dragons is an interesting depiction of culture shock, and it's good watching him process this.I like the stern and stoic sense of duty and responsibility possessed by Laurence, and the way in which this is contrasted with the informality of the aviation corps. It's fun watching Laurence gradually becoming more tolerant of some of these unfamiliar attitudes and practices ...
WintersRose on LibraryThing 24 days ago
In this second in the Temeraire series, which is even better than the first., Laurence and Temeraire travel to China. During the sea journey there, Temeraire encounters the slave trade in Africa. That experience plus the freedom dragons in China enjoy cause Temeraire to question the lot of British dragons. Adding to this "human" rights issue attempts on Laurence's life, dragon romance and Novik's capable writing, Throne of Jade was a book I could not put down.