|Submitted by Thom Roker |
(Aug 01, 2005)
The Riftwar Saga had elves, dragons, dwarves, magical armour, links to other worlds, beautiful queens, mad kings, evil beasts, assassins, dark magicians, epic battles, adventure on the high seas, civil war, political intrigue, a colourful theology, and a Ben Hur-proportional cast of rogues, scoundrels, vigilantes, heroes, villains, priests, fair maidens, pirates, valiant princes, defiant princesses, and a pair of lads with delusions of granduer.
Aged 16 at the time, I had never anticipated the release of a book so much until Prince of the Blood. When I bought it, I did nothing but read for a night and a day, until finishing with the twin pangs of joy and sorrow. For the purist in me, this book left out all the stories I wanted to hear. For the fantasy-addict, it delivered a stunning reply to my questions as to how the author could match his first offering.
This book kept the flame burning and I have been lining up at Feist book launches ever since.