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554 pages, ebook
First published May 1, 2000
For those who treasure strange lands filled with magic, lore, evil queens, dark mages, and larger than life heroes, Kirith Kirin has much to give. Author Jim Grimsley does not fast forward through any of the events in this epic tale as he reveals its mysteries. Those who will settle for simple universes and fast action will not find their place in the world of Kirith Kirin, but those who revel in detailed world building and the slow unraveling of of arduous paths to a satisfying resolution will be at home in the pages of this most fantastical book.
The maturing of a boy drawn into an adventure that will change everything about the life he has known is presented in great detail. As the young Jessex is taken from his family to carry out an unknown role in the service of the heroic leader known as Kirith Kirin, we follow his voice as he tells of his journey filled with a most unusual education in magic, love and destiny. Jesex grows from an innocent farm boy to a young man chosen to fulfill a role as a wielder of magic power great enough to battle the unspeakable evils that imperial all as he serves and shares affection with the man, and the immortal, Kirith Kirin.
In the words of the translator Jedda Martele, "As the years pass...we come closer to grasping the reality that this may be a true history, and that magic may be real, at least in one place we know."
Readers should take advantage of the comprehensive Glossary in the appendices which also include: extensive historical outlines, a calendar of the towers, an exposition on magic and its levels, and a brief but important magic glossary.
“It can’t be easy, knowing so little of your own fate, when other folks know so much. I’m sorry, Jessex. I can’t answer your question. Kirith Kirin has had hopes for you that may be changed, or may seem to be changed, by the fact that you are our pupil. Just remember what I’ve told you. If it seems Kirith Kirin is cold to you, or angry, don’t let it trouble you. The anger is his own and will have nothing to do with you. The feeling will pass from him in time.”
I was a boy again, a plain ignorant child. Nothing I had learned at Illyn Water prepared me for being naked with a man. What little I had picked up in camp through overhearing barracks talk had only added to my confusion. I found myself wishing for Uncle Sivisal, who was family and who could have explained some of this to me.