Royal Assassin

Title: Royal Assassin
Author: Robin Hobb
Published: 1996 originally, by Voyager
Genre: Fantasy
Pages: 752




Onwards with the saga! Oh man, poor Fitz. Mrs Hobb can be very cruel to her characters. I really like that in an author.


Fitz is back home in Buckkeep after the rather disasterous adventure that finished the first book, and finds that things are pretty much going downhill at home as well. The red ships are getting bolder, their raids and Forgings closer, and no one is safe. Desperate measures are taken to fight the raiders, and more callous individuals are twisting everything their way to gain more power. Court intrigue, yay!


Oh. My. Giggly. Gollum. I hate Regal. I'd forgotten just how much I fucking hate Regal. I mean, I hate this son of a bitch -quite literally- so much that I don't know whether I hate him or Joffrey more. That much I hate the fucker. He'd play the game of thrones quite well, but I still hate him so.


Considerably longer than the first book, I'd forgotten many of the details, aside from the largest plot points. There was still a sense of dread while reading the book, and several times when I kept telling Fitz No. No. Nooo! Don't! But he never listens. Gulped down the last ~60 pages last night, and jumped straight into the third book. Fair to say I'm about as hooked as the first time around.





   "Chade," I asked, "have you ever killed a man for your own sake?"
   He looked startled. "For my own sake?"
   "Yes."
   "To protect my own life?"
   "Yes. I don't mean when on the King's business. I mean killed a man to ... make your life simpler."
   He snorted. "Of course not." He looked at me strangely. 
   "Why not?" I pressed.
   He looked incredulous. "One simply does not go about killing people for convenience. It's wrong. It's called murder, boy."
   "Unless you do it for your king."
   "Unless you do it for your king," he agreed easily.