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It’s back over to Tristan and Wigg and the fucking gnomes again. You won’t believe how many times I got on my blogging face and stretched my fingers, only to close the window once I remembered it was back to this shit.
Anyway Tristan is lying back at night and gazing at the stars just as the prose takes a turn for the purple.
Spiritlike shadows, randomly created by the flickering firelight, danced back and forth among the trees surrounding the clearing like teasing, long-waisted maidens of the court at Tammerland, beckoning him to come dance with them in their loneliness.
I… guess that’s an okay sentence? Sort of? I’d lose the “randomly created by” part though.
Quite a pair of traveling companions, he thought. The irascible old wizard and the equally ancient and abrasive gnome.
I was going to get some kind of comedy movie poster and photoshop a wizard and a gnome onto it, but then I decided I was too lazy so you’ll just have to picture it instead.
over the course of the last two days the prince had come to like Shannon the Small.
Seriously? You were a gigantic raging asshole to him last time. It would have been nice to actually see this character development instead of just being told about it.
Tristan cuts himself accidentally with one of his dirks and ruminates for a whole on the themes of the book (thanks dude), and then his mind starts to wander for a bit, because of course it does.
Tristan’s mind began to wander farther still as he looked at the inert body of the old wizard who lay sleeping near the fire. Is the old one really asleep? he wondered.
If there was an infamous eyebrow in here somewhere it would be the most Fifth Sorceress sentence in The Fifth Sorceress.
Over the last three days Tristan had often tried to imagine what this journey must be like for Wigg. To finally come face-to-face with Faegan, the wizard suspected of helping the Coven during the war.
I’d be more worried about the fact that you decapitated his daughter, frankly.
Wigg had been the wizard who first discovered the Tome of the Paragon, Tristan mused. The great book that still resided safely deep within the Caves of the Paragon, vastly important, but useless without the stone. Wigg had also been the one to discover the Paragon itself,
For some reason Tristan summarizes the entire plot thus far, as if the reader will have forgotten it. I know I’ve been complaining endlessly about how overly complicated everything is, but the basic outline of the story is incredibly simple.
His mind became a whirl of questions, each one bringing forth even more questions,
This is so bad. It’s so bad you guys.
Wigg had said that Faegan commanded something called the power of Consummate Recollection, that he quite literally never forgot anything that he had ever seen, heard, or read, and could recall as much of it as he cared to at will, with perfect accuracy.
Did he? I seriously don’t remember this.
Also I like how all the wizard and sorceress powers sound like Magic: The Gathering cards.
His mind began to reel
SO BAD YOU GUYS
While Tristan’s mind is whirling and reeling he sees this, like, glowing fluid forming ropes around the camp and these hairless brown…things climbing along it, or something.
What he saw would remain lodged in his mind forever.
Then, as it raised one of its hands for a better grip, the breath rushed out of the prince.
The creature’s fingers, toes, and underarms were webbed.
These two sentence aren’t preceded by any further context or anything. Tristan just seems to be utterly flabbergasted by the concept of webbed toes and fingers.
It seemed to be death incarnate.
What the fuck? Why? Tristan’s reactions make no sense. The way this thing is described makes it sound like a monkey crossed with one of those owl statues from Dark Souls 2 that spit poison (you all know what I’m talking about right).
Anyway Tristan for some reason waits until the absolute last possible moment before attacking and alerting Wigg and Shannon, who warns them not to let the green fluid touch them. There’s a fight, they win, blah blah blah. Shannon explains that the things are called Berserkers and they’re the result of the Gnome hunters (GNOME HUNTERS) that were in the area being accidentally transformed during the creation of Shadowood.
Wigg is like OH NOES WOE IS ME WHAT HAVE I DONE, which I guess is meant to pass as character depth or something.
So here’s a question, Shannon says he didn’t tell them about any of this earlier because he didn’t think Wigg looked contrite about the massacre they came upon when first entering the forest (actually two questions, how could Wigg look contrite if he didn’t know that these things exist?) but he still doesn’t say anything even when they’re all sleeping right out in the open, at night. Surely he should have warned them of the danger, if only for his own sake?
Anyway they continue on and Tristan gets to see more magic butterflies. Another plot hole (why didn’t Wigg explain anything to Tristan before the coronation ceremony?) gets clumsily plugged by Wigg claiming that they just had to do things a certain way because of vague reasons (Tristan’s rebellious nature), and then they go through a secret waterfall tunnel into the heart of Shadowood. Once again the wizard’s no-murder rule turns out to be total bullshit, since there’s a magic trap in the tunnel that drowns anyone not authorized to enter and the place is filled with skeletons.
if anyone of unendowed blood or without the benefit of time enchantments enters this tunnel, they are recognized by the incantations we left behind, and immediately killed.
Doesn’t that mean the sorceresses could get in?
Smiling, the prince reached down and hoisted the little gnome up into the saddle. When Shannon immediately began to eye the ale jug, Tristan shook his head and waggled a finger back and forth.
This book is literally killing me
They go through the tunnel and arrive in, like Gnomeville or whatever and then traipse off to go meet Faegan. I SURE CAN’T WAIT UNTIL WE STOP READING ABOUT GNOMES.