I was a level-one Warrior in a strange world filled with things that could kill and eat me.
I'm going to go ahead and go off on a bit of a tangent here before getting into the nitty-gritty of my review of Chris Tullbane's "Speaker of Tongues: A Fantasy LitRPG (The (Second) Life of Brian Book 1)" - though I will supply a bit of teaser by saying this was in my 'humble' opinion an absolutely wonderfully written and extraordinarily executed epic of a tale! No, before we truly get underway, I just want to point out that this is my first completed LitRPG story, something I thought I might never get added to my list of reads throughout the years and certainly without the 'DNF' label I've affixed to other stories of this ilk - and yes, that even includes
that series
that has so many authors, um, crawling to the waterhole to get their own sip of the available LitRPG profits before the next dry season. Hm, desert watering hole idioms might not translate well...
If this was what dungeons were like, I wasn’t sure I wanted to be an adventurer anymore.
But you see, it's only that I've never, well, even RPG'd at all in ANY form. Ever. No, I was the nerdy kid that was too nerdy to even get invited to the local DnD gatherings. And in terms of video renditions of same, I mean, sure I'm as up for a rousing and highly strategic round of SUDOKU as the next Copper-level paladin, but that's really where it kind of stops for me. Yeah, I did the whole Asteroids thing back in the days where we had to go to actual arcades with a ton of quarters in our pockets, but nothing really since. I'm talking no Warhammers, no Marios, nada (those were the only two I could even think of, sorry). So if I'm making myself clear at all (nope! they cried), what I'm trying to say is I went into this beast of a book (see also references to 'chonky boi' and 'too heavy for carry-on luggage') with some trepidation.
Level 6 was already in view. And all it had taken was a small war and the likely death of everyone I knew.
My fears proved to be unfounded though because as I've come to learn over the past several years, Tullbane can flat out write a good story … with "Speaker of Tongues" being no exception in any way, shape, or form to what he's delivered before. Truly, I've learned this time and again, including from his initial incredibly tense dystopian trilogy (plus accompanying supporting novellas) "Murder of Crows" to my own favorite (so far) "The Queen of Smiles". He's also shown how adept he can be at humourous urban fantasy "John Smith" series, which I hope continues for at least another 20 books or so. Not that I'm demanding at all. It's no wonder then that this young(er than me) author has established himself as one of my all-time favorites with his collection of must-read offers!
I was a kid from Midton, Ohio. I wasn’t supposed to be running around killing people.
In all cases - and definitely true for SoT - these stories are first and foremost populated by amazing characters. Sure, many of the ones we start to develop true feelings for meet untimely ends (seriously, we're looking at a 50 - 80% mortality rate in some cases) but dang, it was sure great to know 'em while we did! And in this case, Brian Fieldings - known throughout the lands as, well, Brian Fieldings - definitely fits the bill. Finding himself thrust into a strange new world (universe and reality maybe, too) after the worst of bad days - namely, attending the funeral of his long-ill dad, getting fired from his shitty job (yep, still same day!), and 'accidentally' devouring a plate full of special brownies - poor Brian, the guy who had been an outcast with a missing mom most of his life as well as he of 'less-than-optimal height' but good of heart, finds himself in some pretty freaky circumstances. And as the author is so adept at, this means of course Brian not only gets the living snot kicked out of him throughout the book but just about gets eaten right away by creepy crawly giant-sized bear-cat centipedes which of course set off most of my phobias (CT's never written a sequence about climbing a tall, unfinished building that sways in the wind yet, but I'm just waiting). Never mind that Brian is apparently "that moron who always ends up dying first in zombie movies", things are bound to work out okay, right? Hm…
Disrobing in the middle of a forest fire while being hunted by giant predatory lizards was just another Tuesday.
Because if there's one thing you can count on in ANY of these series - on-going or not - is that there are going to be some pretty utterly terrible albeit extremely imaginative beasties to best. And in 'Speaker of Tongues', the author outdoes himself, relying on some trusted stand-bys - giant Thunderbirdies and spider-slash-centipede thingies - as well as a host of new nasties that can only come from a mind regularly boiled by the desert sun. My own favorite this time are surely the berry-loving 'lurkers', which you just have to see to believe (no spoilers)! And in addition to having a skill for mutating the very nature around us, we are also treated by Senor Tullbane to some of the best battle scenes you'll find in any genre! Which I have to say is not easy to do, as most authors like to provide a good ol' "slash and burn" variety without much meat on the bone when it comes to actual strategy and/or what happens after first contact with the enemy (hint: it involves excrement and fans). But not only are we well supplied with the flayed flesh of both sides in the various conflicts, we get to feel what the pro-/antagonists go through as these same battles wear on, taxing both us and them physically as well as mentally. It gets pretty deliciously harsh is what I'm saying!
The battle was over, and we were still standing. It wasn’t victory, but survival.
And of course, the characters themselves are just off the charts fantastic. OK, I will say it here: none of them reach quite YET the awesomeness and leather-clad goodness (?) that is the Queen of Smiles herself or even the sexy power of Anastasia, the previously mentioned John Smith's vampire lover, but the gang in this book is fun to hang with, even with a notable lack of vengeful Asparagus Gods to join in on the excitement. Yeah, ok, we spend a long time in Brian "Yes, I'm Short Dammit" Fielding's head, but at the risk of achieving the next level in Pun Telling, he does grow on you, especially with his god(s)-given ability to understand all languages, including even demonic dog talk! And our merry band of adventurers is certainly a blast and a half (again, prepare yourself for both literal and metaphorical examples of same) along with many of the folks we meet along the way. And they not only carry the story like champs, but also provide us with one of the best cliffhanger-y endings I've seen in many a moon. There will indeed be hell to pay and to mete out in the next instalment for sure (they killed the snowmen, dammit)!
Freedom isn’t about living forever; it’s about living the life you want.
Finally, I do want to address how the whole "LitRPG" aspect of the book worked. I will say that I'm still not an overwhelming fan of seeing "screens" appear to list out each players skills, increased talents, or what have you. I didn't dwell on it, no, but it still just strikes me as making things harder than they need to be, that is, as an alternative we could have just said "I'm getting better and stronger" rather than focusing on actual point gathering and level, um, levelling. But despite my feelings about this aspect, I will confess that Tullbane makes his own version work. These aren't your usual "find the chest, gather the loot, and watch your points glow in the air" moments, all while rescuing a princess that seems to have no qualms about shacking up with various rescuers along the way. No, I definitely did appreciate how it's much more tied into the pantheon (right word?) of gods, demi-gods, and left-over bits of gods that somehow survived the Godswar, as well as how it has seemingly regional differences in understanding, ranking, and so on. Sure, I still often glanced about as quickly as comfortable over some of the fine details, but in the end, appreciated how it was organically made part of the entire adventure, including why Brian is here in the first place and what might be his ultimate role in the future.
My scream hit a note well beyond the high range of most sopranos.
So in conclusion, I could and will definitely recommend this not only to LitRPG fans but just fans of plain, top-notch, good ol' fantasy. This is a tale of heroes, redemption, loss, and adventure and frankly I was spell-bound for the entire journey, even if I did read some days until my eyes stopped working. You will find characters to love, some to like a whole lot less than that, but definitely have your feelings all turned mushy in parts by what transpires! And if sometimes along the way you run into a grizzly-sized millipede or a giant spider with a spooky human face or, worst of all, satanic cultists from Ohio, stab first with your pointy stick and ask questions later. Which means 10 points for Griffindor, huzzah! No wait, wrong franchise, strike that… anyway, between you and me, this is a LOT better! Enjoy!