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A Review: Court of Fives by Kate Elliott

Court of Fives (Court of Fives, #1)Court of Fives by Kate Elliott
My rating: 5 of 5 stars

I have to say I was pleasantly surprised by this book. Not because I should have been surprised, but because of the rollercoaster this book threw me into.

Initially I was intrigued, as it continued on I was really, really unhappy. I even considered not finishing it – like so many other reviewers had done, at the exact same point as well. I’m glad I didn’t. We were all played – we all fell into the pit that I believe Ms. Elliott 100% intended to throw us into.
I didn’t like the father, I was unsure about Jessamy. I felt like there was not enough build up or explanation for the horror that this obnoxious Lord threw them into – he irritated me profusely, but I couldn’t really tell you why because there was not enough of anything to form a proper explanation – there was too much build up on the mother and the sisters for them to just be forgotten so suddenly and quickly, this new little Prince dude was way too predictable. But there is a beauty and an ease that Kate Elliott has in her writing, the sincerity and believability in the characters and how they interact with each other that is so simple and charming, and feels so real, that I just couldn’t give up on it. And as I continued, not that much further into my frustration did I realize that I was feeling exactly how I should be feeling. Everything was intentionally constructed in such a way that as soon as you crest that barrier of unknown and too little and too much all wrapped up into one – that you are hooked. Pieces start filing together, a little snippet of information here that makes your brain catch a spark of what is really happening – and you can see more coming, little reprieves of insight into Jessamy and her family that makes you understand the characters more. Suddenly, I sympathized with her. Suddenly, I didn’t hate the father anymore. Suddenly, I understood the mother and sisters are in no way forgotten – that is why there was so much build up. Exactly when you think the story is unraveling and not making enough sense, is exactly when all those snags are being pulled, tightening their grip. By the time I tipped the half-way mark, I could not stop reading. And by the end, I wished there was more.
I enjoy the perspective of characters, their differences, simplicity where it needs to be simple, building complexity where there needs more answers, and above all else – how beautifully she constructs relationships. Not in the romantic sense, but in how each character interacts with one another. It makes me wonder who inspired these characters, what event in her life spawned that banter of dialogue, who did she watch play out which scenes that inspired, as I can recognize the very true-to-life aspects in each one of them which makes it easy to relate, and care about these characters.
I also apprecaite Kate Elliott’s knack for very honest internal voice that is the most natural and brilliant comic relief I’ve read – A talent that made me literally laugh out loud in Crown of Stars so many times, I’m sure my husband thought I was mad – and was found again here in Court of Fives.

At times, it does feel a bit predictable, and seems to play very heavily on YA tropes – but it is woven into her own world so beautifully, that none of them seem to bother me. She makes them work – and the mythos that she has built for the realm is simply enchanting, and the way she slowly builds upon it – only giving you little bits at a time – only makes me eager for more.

The mythos and intrigue catches me far more than any romance arc, but it so aptly balances between politics / intrigue and cultural/spiritual circumstance between the romance, that there is plenty to hold the interest of a many number of different readers – and she accomplishes in what is relatively small book. Very well done. I was pleasantly surprised, and would recommend this book to those who enjoy Fantasy & YA alike.

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Progressions – snippets from ‘The Stray Chronicles’

snippets from Strays

an excerpt from latest revisions – Chapter 17

 

The tension in the room was suffocating. Ambrogue and Kai stood defensively in the corner, on guard. Balahir shrunk away in the doorframe, but couldn’t stop watching. Archabiya had dried her tears in the corner. Everyone was at attention, but couldn’t move.

Gryph made for the door, but Merryck and Balahir stood in the way.

“Wait!” Merryck pleaded. Gryph didn’t want to look at him.

“Please,” Dahgmar bent to pick up the medallion, “This is a horrid misunderst –”

“Stop!” Gryph cut, his grip on everything beginning to slip, “I won’t be a part of this!” He turned back to Avior, “This is what the Order has become? You disgrace it; you disgrace everything we fought for. I won’t help you – and I won’t let you take her.” Angry tears welled in his eyes, and he stormed away.

Archabiya stood, horrified, but Avior stopped her in her tracks.

“Don’t. Let him go – give him time. We’ll straighten this all out in time, just, let him have some time…”

 

 

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Progressions – snippets from ‘The Stray Chronicles’

An excerpt from my latest revisions, chapter 8 – The Stray Chronicles

Why? What was so important to hide – what had Valdyir done? She shook her head feebly.

            The Chief pulled a worn dark leather pouch from his cloak. As he carefully loosened the tie, a fine haze seeped from the pouch. He cast its content across the broad table. Fine, jet black opalescent sand. Nyhm knew in an instant what it was; The Dark Sea. The sand hissed as it scattered across the table and bubbled where it met Mourdrid’s blood. The Chief spattered out a few crude words then tossed a handful of the bubbling blood-sand atop it. There, where it landed, the blood solidified into dark jewel-like stones.  The ripples and folds of the sand began to quiver, and stir.

            “…Take us there…” The Chief spoke.

The ripples moved.  They bobbed and ebbed, and the stones began to form faint figures amongst the sand. As she watched these figures, raising and falling, materializing then smoothing again in a dark dance, she started to lose herself. She was hypnotized by this haunting, yet dazzling image. Distracted by this vision, she forgot the horror around her. She forgot the throbbing in her head, the pain that welled in her chest. Her tears dried, and she simply stared. Deeper. Deeper.

The hall darkened into shadow, and faded from sight and mind. She no longer saw the table laid before them, only the sands and the figures. Their world slowly faded out of sight, and new images grew up around them. Suddenly the dancing image of the sand-shades began to fade as well, and new, stranger images took their place.

In front of them she saw an overcast valley, gloomy and dull. A heavy storm loomed over them, pouring rain in torrents across a dreary, meek cluster of small huts, thatched houses and clay buildings. The winds raged upon the quaint village, and seemed to rip it to ruin. All about them, the lands grew dark. The fields began to rise and fall, just as the sands of the DarkSea, and she realized they were no longer in the hall of GanorPalace, but they were there: they were in the vision.

She sat in the field, wind raging all about her drowning out all other sounds. The tall grasses ripped in the winds, slicing at her and drawing thin streaks of blood against her hands and cheeks. Around them she saw the ebb of the valley, mimicking the sands that controlled them, and amongst them grew figures, the shades, forming into an evil, half-dead army of ghostly shadow beasts.

            Horrific, tall and spindly. Their dark, sickly grey-green skin pulled taut over defined, if lean, muscle and bones that spired into dagger like points at the joints. Their hair was wet and dreaded that hung limp and stringy across their shoulders and hid their faces, though their fanged grins flashed in the dim light. The little you could see of their faces peering from beneath their mangled manes were vulgarly distorted. Not unlike men, but not human at all. They stood with spines arched, the vertebrae cresting their backs as they pierced through the flesh, bent with their elongated legs folded beneath heavy, muscular thigh as they walked on the balls of their clawed feet.

            Nyhm stared, wide-eyed in horror as she watched more and more of these creatures rise up from sand-shades into reality. Thunder crashed, and lightning flickered. Nyhm jumped, hiding herself beneath her arms as more appeared all around her. She has seen many foul and cursed beasts of Caermeryn – horrid creatures, the mutilated remnants from the backlash of the fall of the Olde Empire. But she had never seen anything like these. These had none of the same characteristics or attributes of the beasts she was familiar with. These were something more; something older…these were no beasts. They were demons. They were the creatures of nightmare – what the people had feared so much, what stalked in the shadows…they were real…

They were real.

She clasped a hand over her mouth has she huddled amongst the grasses, unable to move, unable to speak. Petrified, she could do nothing but watch the horror. The Reapers faded away into shadow, looming over the field as the demons moved on towards the village. The Chief stood to command.

“Kill them all…leave nothing for him…”

            With that the beasts erupted in a rampage. They cried out an earth-shattering roar of bloodlust that resonated through her bones. She wept. They took to the fields, hoards of them, racing faster than any mount or steed Nyhm had ever known, across the valley – towards the village. She covered her ears and hid her face as she lost control, sobbing into her lap. The Reapers cried out their hallowing call in response. They raced past her, over her, around her, as she huddled, and cried. This was it.

This is what happens when you cross those who hold the Reapers.

What had Valdyir done?

I’ve written myself into a corner…..

…and it feels like I’m beating my brains out to get out of it. 

While going through my revisions, and working on re-writes and edits….I made a horrible realization.

I’ve totally jacked up all my timelines. The are generally related to each other in a sense of chronological order. But the reality is – they are not cohesive, or consistent. wtf. How did I do this?

How did I not notice this until just now?  The bigger problem is that this particular set-up needs to happen in this way. It sets up so much more to come, in a drastic – even if subtle – way. If I change this particular scene, or act to fit what has already been written, it fucks up everything else to come. It simply will not work. Or, in order to get it to work, seriously alters the plot line as it currently stands. Which I’m not exactly apt to changing at this point. Yes, sometimes it is necessary to take a turn you did not initially plan for, but this isn’t one of those times without changing the impact of the story as a whole, and basically puts me in a stalemate with myself or my story telling. Which means there is only one option :  go back and fix all the previous written time-line.

…all that work I just finished.

*FACEDESK*

One step forward….ten steps back ? uhg. 

SOME PROGRESS IS BETTER THAN NO PROGRESS

I just have to keep telling myself that.

Rape of Thrones….not so much.

Rape of Thrones….not so much.