So, we all know I’m a sucker for 2 types of covers What I’m here to talk about is a fantasy that completely took me by surprise. It was at this time that I realised I had a giant pile of unread novels that I had written off as lost or leant out without remembering…īut enough about my sheer inability to keep track of the 1200+ novels I have blanketing every available surface in my house (my daughter is the same so I should probs nip that in the bud). And they both stayed in my bedside cupboard until about a week ago when I was frantically searching for a book sleeve a friend had sent me. Its sequel, The Name of All Things then appeared in my mailbox thanks to the lovely people at Macmillan. After it arrived, I swiftly put it into my overflowing shelves, where it stayed until mid-October (my bad).
After posting he wanted someone to take it off his hands, I quite enthusiastically sent him grabby hands and paid postage. So, I got this one from my good friend Jayse when he received it and wasn’t particularly a fan. Then again, maybe he’s not the hero, for Kihrin is not destined to save the empire. He also discovers that the storybooks have lied about a lot of other things too: dragons, demons, gods, prophecies, true love, and how the hero always wins. When he is claimed against his will as the long-lost son of a treasonous prince, Kihrin finds that being a long-lost prince isn’t what the storybooks promised.įar from living the dream, Kihrin finds himself practically a prisoner, at the mercy of his new family’s power plays and ambitions. Blurb: Kihrin is a bastard orphan who grew up on storybook tales of long-lost princes and grand quests.
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