Dragonchasers

I woke up this morning to the sound of rain against the windows and nothing else. It took me a moment to realize what had me feeling odd. The power was off. No quiet humming, no blinking lights. No lure of TV or the internet. Nothing to do but curl up near a window with a good book and read while the rain continued to lash at the glass.

And so I finished Treason Keep, the second book in Jennifer Fallon’s Demon Child Trilogy. If you’ve read my review of the first book, Medalon, you know I had some issues with the writing on a technical level. I’m happy to say that Ms. Fallon’s second book is much more polished, with the only real problem being a somewhat rushed ending. Characters undergo some rather drastic changes in attitude quite rapidly, just in time for the book to end. It’s almost as if Ms. Fallon had a certain word count that she needed to finish inside of, and ran out of room.

But that doesn’t mean Treason Keep is a bad book. Far from it. Once again Ms. Fallon grabs us by the hand and drags us along through a wonderful adventure. There’s magic, love, political intrigue and battle. What more can the fantasy reader ask for? Our favorite characters from Medalon return, and Fallon smoothly introduces new people for us to love or hate, as the case may be. Along the way we lose some friends, too; here is an author who knows how to pick characters to kill off. Her victims are important enough that we really care about them dying, but not so important that we lose interest in the story or feel betrayed.

Harshini is the last book in the trilogy and I’ll waste no time in getting started with it. Fallon has me in her clutches and I have to know how this story will play out. Medalon was a very enjoyable book. Treason Keep is better. Recommended.

I’m having a bit of a dilemma. What should be my focus when reviewing a book?

Jennifer Fallon’s Medalon is the cause of my cundundrum. I can’t help but think if she submitted it to a workshop or something, it’d be torn to pieces by writers who’ve learned all the rules, as I have (or am trying to). There are some very strange feeling point-of-view shifts, and the story jumps back and forth in time in a way that can be distracting. There are little details that don’t work, like people swimming out to a ship and throwing a grappling hook up over the rails to board (can’t be done). So technically, it has issues.

And yet I sit here in a sleep-deprived fog because the book had me up until 6am and 3am respectively, for the past couple of nights. I loved it. Couldn’t put it down. So what matters? That I could see some rules-breaking, or that I enjoyed the read?

Happily I’m just a dumb blogger and I’m not getting paid to make these kinds of decisions, so I’m going to go with that fact that it was a really fun read.

Medalon is a small country ruled by “The Sisterhood of the Blade,” an athiestic governing body. Oddly, none of the sisters carry blades, instead they are supported by The Defenders, the all-male army of Medalon. To the north is Karien, ruled by The Overlord, who prays to the god Xaphista, aided by a cadre of zealous priests. To the south lie Hythria and Fardohnya, both of which worship the Harshini and the ‘pagan’ gods.

It’s an interesting world. Existing somewhere between the gods and the people are, or were, the Harshini, a magical race who can see and speak to the gods. When the Sisterhood came to power, they wiped out, or drove out, the Harshini. Karien and Medalon have an uneasy treaty, one condition of which is that the Sisterhood wipe out any pagan worshippers that might show their heads.

As our story begins, rumors of coming of The Demon Child are spreading. This child, half-human, half-Harshini, is suppose to herald the return of the Harshini and gods to Medalon. Pagan cults are springing up all over Medalon, and Karien is threatening to cross the border to stamp them out if the Sisterhood doesn’t do it themselves.

Enter R’Shiel and Tarja, the son and daughter of the ambitious and ruthless Joyhinia, a member of the ruling Quorum of the Sisterhood of the Blade. Medalon follows their story.

And, if you’re in the mood for a complex novel with intertwining storylines, Medalon isn’t it. The book is pretty strongly focused on R’Shiel and Tarja, and while there are of course sub-plots, this isn’t the next ‘Song of Ice and Fire.’

But Fallon delivers a rich and interesting world and characters who are likable (or hateable in a good way, as the case may be). The pacing is brisk and every chapter leaves you hungry to know what happens next. Even though some parts are quite predictable, the ride is still enjoyable, and none of the characters are stupid. No one is going down into the dark basement to check on that odd noise while the homicidal maniac is on the loose, if you know what I mean. Some of the characters accept huge challenges to their belief system a bit too easily, but again, that’s one of the ‘problems’ with the book that would get it poor marks with a literature professor, but which really didn’t get in the way of me enjoying the hell out of it.

Fallon’s extremely enjoyable Second Sons trilogy was a ‘bigger’ and more ambitious tale, and had a more ‘professional’ feel to it. As a wannabe writer, it has been interesting for me to compare her first work to her later novels. She’s gotten better than she was when she wrote Medalon, but that doesn’t prevent me from giving Medalon two big thumbs up. Fallon is on my short list of ‘must read’ authors and I expect to enjoy everything she produces. We’ll see.

How long have I had The Silmarillion on my shelf? The copy I have is a bookclub edition printed in 1977. Why did I wait 29 years to read this book? It’s silly, really. I was so enthralled by The Lord of the Rings and JRR Tolkien that I wanted something of his to look forward to. It was like a sweet treat that I tucked away for a rainy day…and then eventually forgot about.

And now that I’ve read it…well, the candy accumulated bits of dirt and lint along the way, because, (I can’t believe I’m going to say this) it wasn’t that good. I mean don’t get me wrong, the stories and the mythology are wonderful, but the tales included aren’t written in a particularly good narrative style. It’s all told as a mythos, with very little dialog. We’re always hovering over the world, looking down at what is happening. And you can tell it was written to act as a kind of bible. As part of the creation myth for Middle Earth (actually, that is exactly what the first parts are).

I am glad I read it, but frankly just because now I know the myths myself. The actual act of reading it wasn’t particularly enjoyable (though I will say, it gets better the farther in you get). Rather than one big story there are a few separate volumes under one cover: Aunuliundale (The Music of the Ainur) starts it and is the tale of how the world was created. Valaquenta (Account of the Valar) is about the Valar and Maiar (gods and godlings, roughly) and of the one Valar, Melkor, who fell and was later called Morgoth. Among his servants was a Maiar named Sauron, and we know what ended up happening to him! These are both short works.

Next comes Quenta Silmarillion (The History of the Silmarils) which takes up the bulk of the volume and is mostly about the Elves. But…these elves are just as petty and impressionable as men are in The Third Age and it was rather disheartening to see them all squablling and going to war with each other and being manipulated by Morgoth. They weren’t very likable, most of them. Galadriel and Celeborn are in this story, not that they play a huge role, but it’s astounding to think of how long they’ve lived. Elrond appears near the end, too.

Then comes Akallabeth (The Downfall of Numenor) [forgive me for not chasing down all the appropriately accented characters here] which tells of the fall of the Numenorians as they, too, squabble and grow petty and allow themselves to be manipulated by Sauron. Last is Of The Rings of Power and the Third Age which very briefly tells the same tale as The Hobbit and The Lord of the Rings only again, without dialog or characters to speak of.

This last bit fills me with awe. I imagine (and I’m probably wrong) that Tolkien wrote out his creation myths and then started telling stories based around them, starting with Of the Rings of Power… which he turned into Lord of the Rings. I just imagine what Quenta Silmarillion would’ve spawned if Tolkien had lived long enough to tell that tale in a more narrative format.

The Simarillion is of course required reading for devoted students of Tolkien, but the rest of you can safely pass it by and not worry that you’re missing out on anything nearly as wonderful as The Lord of the Rings is.