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228 pages, Paperback
First published November 20, 2014

Can we all pause a moment to appreciate the artistry of that sentence? "Sitting casually on the floor, a guard sat..." That's freaking art right there! Someone nominate this thing for the Hugo Award already!

In 2006, DAW Books published Jim C. Hines’ debut novel Goblin Quest. But before Jig the goblin, before fairy tale princesses and magic librarians and spunky fire-spiders, there was Nakor the Purple, an elf who wanted nothing more than to stand around watching lovingly overdescribed sunrises with his pet owl Flame, who might actually be a falcon, depending on which chapter you’re reading.
This is Nakor’s story, written in 1995 and never before shared with the world. (For reasons that will soon be painfully clear.) Together with an angsty vampire, a pair of pixies, and a feisty young thief, Nakor must find a way to stop an Ancient Evil before she destroys the world. (Though, considering the relatively shallow worldbuilding, it’s not like there’s much to destroy…)
With more than 5000 words of bonus annotation and smart-ass commentary, this is a book that proves every author had to start somewhere, and most of the time, that place wasn’t very pretty.
The purpose of your writing is not to display perfect grammar, or lyrical prose, or the perfectly structured novel. It is to communicate with the reader...
... if I was going to give you one bit of advice, it would be reaching those goals is a lot easier once you’ve learned to tell a simple story, simply and clearly, so that most readers get exactly what you’re trying to say...
She continued to stare blankly into space. Nakor took a deep breath. Drawing back his hand, he slapped her across the face with all of his strength.
- Nakor is not as knowledgeable about first aid as he likes to pretend.
Galadrion knelt and lifted Jaimus's bulky body from the ground. Without saying anything, wordlessly, she walked away, vanishing among the trees.
- "Without saying anything, wordlessly..." Let's all take a moment to appreciate that fine wordcraft, shall we?
Galadrion approached them both silently, looking drained. Nakor sighed, knowing that Jaimus was now a bloodless corpse, his decapitated body lying somewhere in the woods.
- She looks drained? Hey, you should see the other guy! Thank you, thank you, I'm here all week.