Assassin's Quest

Title: Assassin's Quest
Author: Robin Hobb
Published: 1997 originally, by Voyager
Genre: Fantasy
Pages: 842




And the last of the first trilogy! I'm, uh, halfway through the first book of the second trilogy already, actually. Even though I'd 'decided' to read something else in between. Ah, well.


So, yes, Assassin's Quest. Last book of the Farseer Trilogy. I remember when this came out in Finnish! I was still pretty much dependent on library books back then, and the pace at which books were translated and bought into libraries. Oh, the innocent days, when my bookshelf wasn't moaning and groaning under bricks like this one...


Fitz is still at it, it being being a royal assassin in a time when loyalties and royalties change. Wow, that actually sounded pretty good. It's hard to say much more without spoiling things, but, the Red ship war is about to reach it climax, and, wow, the world will never be quite the same again. Instead of the hands-on war efforts -although we do get a share of those as well- we again follow Fitz on smaller fool's errands. The kid is growing up, but he can still make such a royal mess of his life. *heart*


Mrs. Hobb writes good, excellent fantasy with characters you hate and love and love to hate, unique magics and new takes on old familiar fantasy themes. I'm really glad I re-read these. And seriously, that one I already started, from the next trilogy? "Yeah I'll just read a few pages from the beginning here... whoops I'm on page 200. How'd that happen?" True story, guys.




   "Tomorrow," he told me gravely. "We shall be ourselves again. The Fool and the Bastard. Or the White Prophet and the Catalyst, if you will. We will have to take up those lives, as little as we care for them, and fulfil all fate has decreed for us. But for here, for now, just between us two, and for no other reason save I am me and you are you, I tell you this. I am glad, glad that you are alive. To see you take breath puts the breath back in my lungs. If there must be another my fate is twined around, I am glad it is you."
   He leaned forward then and for an instant pressed his brow to mine. Then he breathed a heavy sigh and drew back from me. "Go to sleep, boy," he said in a fair imitation of Chade's voice. "Tomorrow comes early. And we've work to do." He laughed unevenly. "We've the world to save, you and I."