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So the last book I wrote about hasn't even been released yet, and now I write about books first published in 1981, 1982, and 1984 whose author is already dead? Anyone have whiplash yet?
These three were part of my score at the half off YA fantasy at my local independent bookstore, though strictly speaking, these books aren't fantasy, speculative fiction, yes, but not fantasy. Set in the fictional country of Westmark that resembles a late seventeenth century Western European power, the Westmark trilogy stars Theo and Mickle, a printer's assistant, and a beggar with profound vocal gifts. After Theo and his master print a pamphlet without the Chief Minister's stamp of approval and Theo's master die for it, he flees his small town and meets up with a band of showmen scoundrels and Mickle. But when Mickle makes a name for herself and the band as an oracle who can raise the dead, they must foil the chief minister and save the king, or die for failing.
( Take your nobles who flog their servants, gouge their tenants, or judges who send some wretch to be hanged- they're honest as the day is long. Any scoundrel can be honest. )
Oh Mr. Alexander, why are you dead, if you weren't, I'd kiss you, but your family and the law might object now.
These three were part of my score at the half off YA fantasy at my local independent bookstore, though strictly speaking, these books aren't fantasy, speculative fiction, yes, but not fantasy. Set in the fictional country of Westmark that resembles a late seventeenth century Western European power, the Westmark trilogy stars Theo and Mickle, a printer's assistant, and a beggar with profound vocal gifts. After Theo and his master print a pamphlet without the Chief Minister's stamp of approval and Theo's master die for it, he flees his small town and meets up with a band of showmen scoundrels and Mickle. But when Mickle makes a name for herself and the band as an oracle who can raise the dead, they must foil the chief minister and save the king, or die for failing.
( Take your nobles who flog their servants, gouge their tenants, or judges who send some wretch to be hanged- they're honest as the day is long. Any scoundrel can be honest. )
Oh Mr. Alexander, why are you dead, if you weren't, I'd kiss you, but your family and the law might object now.
