Furies of Calderon - Jim Butcher

Jim Butcher is a name that has haunted me for some time, his Dresden series has been out for almost two decades, but I was not the target audience. Not so the Alera Codex.

So here it is, Book One, the Furies of Calderon

1) Character. Butcher's characters are well drawn, if a trifle hasty. Hasty? Well from page one, this book has been an action thriller; and while the characters are intelligent, believable and deep, in between fighting, fleeing, flying and furycrafting (the four Fs of the Codex) there really isn't much time for in depth character analysis. What a comparison to my last review of Way of Kings, which plodded between boring character soliloquies. That said, I would have preferred a slower build. The character which is probably the most complete is the young Cursor Amera. A Cursor, somewhat unusual for a fantasy novel, is an intelligence agent with a license to kill.  She is finishing her years of study and graduating what amounts to spy school. Her mentor is another excellent character, the masterspy and cold-hearted killer Fidelias. Fidelias is an unusual type of villain, and it is to Butcher's credit that all three of the evil usurpers top mercenaries are, if not always like able, certainly understandable. Of course the central character is a 15 year old boy named Tavi. Tavi's character is at once the most interesting and the most unbelievable. Making an unusual choice, what makes Tavi special is that he is the only person in the kingdom to not have a Fury. More on what that means later. Suffice it to say, what makes Tavi special is his ordinariness, and that he must rely on his wits, curiosity and courage, where others can simply use magic. Sometimes though Tavi's courage seems enough for ten men, and this is what makes his character just a tad hard to believe. Still, you want to believe in him, and as one of the story's main voices--it isn't hard to do so.  Fantasy novels are often built initially on a gimmick.  And though the choice to make Tavi the only non-magical being in the kingdom is unusual, it is not entirely without precedent.  Still the choice feels very much like a gimmick.  I can see Butcher in a coffee shop, pencil tapping his chin.  What about a magical land where everyone had special powers but the main character?  That said, and this is a big "that said," I absolutely do not have a problem with a good gimmick.

Tavi and Kitai, by Dystopiaworld at Deviant Art

2) Cliche. So the most obvious cliche, continuing with Tavi, is the Coming of Age cliche. Young Tavi starts the action by ignoring his duties to get a kiss from a girl. This is a truly great fantasy cliche, and almost every book uses it. Boy, small and ashamed, faces fears, adult terrors, great extremities and becomes a man. Interestingly, I'm not entirely sure that Tavi does grow, or at least his growth is well contained. It is after all book one, and he is only 15. Another cliche, less seldom used in fantasy is The Ugly Duckling. Amara is described as a girl with golden skin and golden hair, faintly boyish with a face somewhat severe. When her arc begins she considers herself unattractive, but by the end, she has found a man who thinks she's beautiful and indeed, many men have always thought so. The ugly Duckling cliche is unfortunate some of the time and disingenuous the rest of it. It would have been better if she'd actually been ugly, or actually pretty and aware of it.

 

The unbeautiful beautiful Amara, Sandara at Deviant Art

As for typical fantasy cliches, though it receives little note in this volume, there is a Shield Wall, very reminiscent to George R. R Martin's wall in that a group called the Icemen dwell beyond it. That said, they are not the overwhelming enemy-at least not in this volume. Another cliche used by Butcher is the Innate Power Cliche. This is such a common fantasy cliche that it needs little explanation. Think Aes Sedai and their ability to use the One Power, think Raistlin of DragonLance, or the Will and the Word of the Eddings books. The idea is simple, magic is innate. Some people are special some people ain't. Of course the foil for these powers, at least in traditional fantasy is that those who were physically weak could use the occult powers to even the playing field. There is also a cliche for long lived people, but they don't live hundreds of years. They are the magic users who bonded with water elementals and as they are the worlds healers they preserve and regenerate their own bodies as a matter of course. There is one fantasy cliche that Butcher employs with a broad brush. Magic is divided into the standard four elements, Fire, Earth, Wind and Water, with some unusual additions. While that sort of cliche is a little tired, Butcher does some novel things with it. But more of that in magic. No elves or dwarves, but there are giant spiders!

3) Scope: so when I first heard about Jim Butcher it was with all the gushing excitement of a thirteen year old on the Tor website. They made it sound like he was the second coming of Robert Jordan. I was skeptical, but figured I'd get around to him eventually. My skepticism has proved well founded. What made the worlds of Jordan, Martin and Erikson so remarkable was their scope. This is why scope is a signal element to a great fantasy. When you step into a world of someone's making and, to your delight, find it every bit as detailed as your own--it's exciting on a level so deep that every chapter almost throbs with life. How does one achieve it? To be honest, I am still working on that. It's not the number of books, or size of the words on the page, its not a world map with continents of people. It's not the number of characters-though that has something to so with it. It's not the number of political parties, or factions or world destroying g forces. It's literally about how the book is written.

Jim Butcher's world is large, and I already took the next two books out from the library. But the scope... Is merely pedestrian. I wrote a scene recently in a Jordan fanfic that I work on, and in it I have described in detail the vintages of wine from Tear, Cairhien and Altara (three separate nations in the Wheel of Time) I also described three works of art from no less than three different Ages. I'm not tooting my own horn, Jordan's world supplied the framework for this level of detail. I could create the same in Butcher's world, but it would be of entirely my own creation, and it would be a desecration of his work to add such detail. But Jordan's world is different, from book one we were provided tantalizing glimpses into the history of this continent, glimpses from time periods as disparate as twenty years prior to a thousand years before the present! That is depth.

Butcher chose to begin these tales in medias res. and it works, the book is a fun, fast read. But starting a political drama at the center of a world leaves little room to grow. We know that the present King is old and heirless, we know that there is much unrest, and that there are "many" people trying to take advantage. But the plot, SPOILER, is based on just one Lord's efforts to unseat the crown. After book one of Game of Thrones, you knew Cersei was a bitch, but you had no idea that the next book would detail the first year of the War of Five Kings.

 

Gratuitous picture of Queen Cersei by Teilku

There just isn't the level of detail necessary in the Codex of Alera to do that, not in book one. Which leads me to your next objection. You say, but surely scope must be in some way dependent on size, book two and three will add detail. True, but without the proper set up, you run into what I call the Wizard's First Rule Problem. Terry Goodkind's series was very successful, but when a friend once told me that you could either be a Goodkind girl or a Jordan girl, but not both, I was offended. Both men's first novels were designed to be stand alone books. Both morphed into ten book series. Only the smallest part of Jordan's world was explored in that first book, but much was alluded too. Goodkind's kingdom and its Big Bad Lord Rahl were dealt with in that first book, to fix the error he had to invent a threat from a whole other continent. A place that had simply not existed in that first novel, it wasn't until the second novel that he layed down the seeds for a saga. The device lacked the cohesive foresight of WoT. Butcher has indeed left room to grow, the mystery of Tavi's parentage, the mystery behind the slave Fade, the First Lord's wife (SPOILER) having an affair with Lord Aquitane, etc.  Clearly there is much going on, and I am excited to continue reading.  But as of now I have no desire to visit Alera.

An Earth Fury by MctChapman at DeviantArt

Magic: where would we be without it? The source of magic in Alera at least for the local humans are elemental spirits that bond with them. These spirits or furies, vary in strength and some furies have physical manifestations, while others are more ephemeral.  The stronger a fury, the higher in the caste strata a man can rise.  That said nobility remains patriarchal and passes on from generation to generation.  An interesting point is that power over Furies does seem to be hereditary.   The Furies are divided up into the standard element cliche, Fire, Earth, Wind, Wood, Water, and though there doesn't seem to be a physical fury for Metal, they seem to exist in many people, particularly in blacksmiths and swordsmen. Likewise a man can be bonded to more than one Fury. So Wood and Earth furies are common in at least two of the main characters. Unusual for the genre, Butcher doesn't spend too much time describing his system of magic, which provides solid evidence against one of Sanderson's guiding fantasy principles. Namely that magic must be rigorously standardized and adhere to its own rules. Butcher's furies are capable of new and novel things and the lack of explanation doesn't truly inhibit the power of the story. So Woodcrafters can move the forest to cover their tracks. They can guide arrows to targets. Earthcrafters are strong but they can also sense things both above the ground and below it, they can build walls and roads. Windcrafters can basically do all the things that the X-man Storm could do, fly, cause storms, lift targets, etc.  One neat thing that Butcher uses to enliven this cliche is that the elements can combine in natural and intelligent ways. A windcrafter can't start a fire, but as fire requires air, she can propel one a long distance or make a fire into a conflagration. A watercrafter is a healer, and unlike most magical healing, that merely binds wounds, eliminates viruses or bacterial infections, etc. it can actually restore lost limbs. Another trope that Butcher breaks is that healers can't heal themselves. In Alera, healers heal themselves first.  In fact their furies do it without conscious effort, and thus Watercrafters can live for one to two hundred years. As I said earlier, the furies are somewhat undefined. They exist as beings that bond to people but, it is revealed in the second book that many humans do not bond with individual furies, or at least that the ones they bond with contain little individuality. City folk furies are like this, country folk name their furies and seem to have a relationship with them. Inconsistencies abound in the Fury lore, but while this was somewhat irksome to me at first, I sense that one of the overall plot devices for the trilogy will unravel some of these mysteries. Suffice it to say, it is a clever use of a cliche, and a novel new form of magic.

Theme: last and hardest to define. Butcher's world uses slavery. I'm not sure why slavery has become endemic to modern fantasy writers, Sanderson's new story uses it, as does Butcher's. Slavery existed in medieval Europe, but it existed as serfdom, which was different. Serfs were the lowest of the caste society but they were still part of the society. Slaves are not part of the society, they are alien and not accorded the basic rights of humanity. They exist outside the social structure which is why their rights can be restricted in ordinary men's minds. It adds a dimension of darkness to any realm. That said, while Butcher's world contains dark elements such as sex slavery, it doesn't feel dark. This is in part because of the main character Tavi. Tavi represents what is perhaps the ultimate fantasy cliche, he is Good. And he's smart, which makes him much more likeable than say Sam or Frodo who just seemed too saccharine and idiotic to be more than patsies. But Tavi, like The Ta'veren Trio, is good and pure in a way that makes every chapter in which he belongs a delight to read. There is one thing, a nit really, but it does alter the theme. There is sex in this novel. I'm not sure how comfortable I am with that. Without getting gross, let me say, I love sex, and eroticism. But I can't square the circle of seeing it in my swords and sorcery. I don't know if it's because it's too "sweet" or that it seems disingenuous, but I just don't feel it. Here or elsewhere. I guess it adds a component of adulthood to the text, which reminds me to warn you that there is a brutal rape scene. It added little to the story but did at the very least demonstrate the depths of depravity of slavery.

Suffice it to say: the Theme of Calderon is entirely wrapped up in the viewpoints of its three largest characters: Tavi, Isana, and Amara. All three of whom believe in what is good, what is kind, what is right, and the importance of the rule of law.  And those themes are good enogh for me.

Do yourself a favor, get the first four books altogether.  It's hell trying to wait until I can get my hands on a copy of the fourth book.

Marat, by Sandera at Deviant Art, a beautiful illustration of the Marat horde moving toward Alera.

Deadhouse Gates - Steven Erikson

So I finished Deadhouse Gates a few days ago, only read for the second time.  And if Gardens of the Moon is an intermission, Deadhouse Gates is a dark and tragic epilogue.  Again, Erikson chooses a variety of settings and thematic story telling tools which are genre busting for fiction, let alone fantasy.

The story briefly picks up where Moon left off.  Dujek Onearm has been outlawed, and the Bridgeburners, lead by Whiskeyjack and Captain Paran are still in Darujhistan.  However, NONE of these characters is in Deadhouse Gates.  Instead, he takes the squad assassin, Kalam Mekhar, a squad sapper, Fiddler, and sends them back to Hissar, one of the seven holy cities, just ahead of a burgeoning revolution against Empress Laseen.

Deadhouse Gates is the story of that revolution's beginning, though not certainly the end.  Soon I'm going to add another great moment in fantasy, from the final pages of Deadhouse.  I don't want to spoil too much in the first half of this review, so I'll simply say, look for it on GODSOL soon.

Like Moon, the scope of Deadhouse is unreal.  The sheer volume of characters, important factual notes that will play important roles in future volumes, the riveting detail and power of the magics used, it's all there.  While Moon's climax was limited to the city of Darujhistan, the convergence that markes Deadhouse occurs in two--if not three--places.  At anyrate.  If you had trouble getting through Moon, you'll be rewarded by Deadhouse, it answers many questions about the nature of warrens, and the mystery behind the emperor's assassination.

One last general note:  Deadhouse is a slog in some ways.  It's supposed to be, the plot of the book revolves around the empire's fighting withdrawal from the Seven Cities Region, with over twenty-thousand refugees.  It's horrible and heartbreaking.  From the very first pages.

Ok, if you're going to read the novel, STOP HERE.

One absolutely novel idea at play in the Malazan world is the idea of Ascendency.  I spoke before of this in my Moon review, but several characters actually ascend in Deadhouse.  A discussion of ascendence requires discussion of a popular fantasy trope:  innate power, often conflated with destiny.  The innate power cliche is simple, character A is born with the power to destroy evil B.  The hero in Sword of Shannara is like this, he simply is the one born to defeat evil--it doesn't mean he can, or will succeed, only that destiny has dropped this power into his lap, and he must use it.  Garion of the David Edding's series' is similar.  He has a magical power, and he's born to use it to kill an evil god.  And of course, the King of all Innate Powers is Rand al'Thor, from the Wheel of Time.  The Dragon Reborn is a character gifted with the most power of all heros, born again and again to combat the Dark One.

The Malazan Epic discards this a priori conception of power and destiny, and picks up an a posteriori one.  Ascendency, the process by which gods are made, is something that happens to people of experience.  Sure, being born with the right attributes helps.  The Son of Darkness, Anomander Rake, is one mean customer, and has always been.  But someone like Sargeant Gessler, who may be a tough dude, is still just a human marine.  The difference is that he lived through hell.  And it was those experiences that made him ascend.  This might seem like a small difference, but for fantasy this is a huge change.  The limitations of innate definitions are pretty obvious, they do not grant us power, and instead limit us to how we are defined by ourselves and others.  "I'm not good at math," is a good example.  I find math difficult and frustrating, so I give up easily, and avoid it.  That's me giving in to an self defined innate observation.  But if you were to hold my feet to the fire, who knows?  I'm getting an accounting major, that's me throwing fate to the dogs and fighting for all I'm worth. 

Fantasy, as I've written, is liberalizing.  However, older fantasies adhere to a few conservative memes like this.  The Once and Future King (all Arthurian myths of course) is a story about a boy, born to be king, and despite his beautiful assertions of using "Might for Right," his noble conceits about what chivalry and charity consist of, he's still the lucky (or unlucky) product of the Divine Right of Kings, or the Ovarian Lottery to use Warren Buffet's phrase.  Think about it--there's a prophecy that he who plucks the Sword from the Stone will be king.  And he, an urchin serving as a page to a minor knight, randomly picks up the sword to hand it to his knight who lost his sword.  But it isn't random at all.  It was fate.  The boy was fated to pick up that sword.  And so, any appearance of democratization there is a lie.  This is not the case in the Erikson world of Ascendency.  In fact, experience and hard work can make you an Ascendant, maybe, but also, sheer random dumb luck.  Not destiny or fate, like in the above example, sheer randomness.  Like life.

Another meme that takes form in Deadhouse is convergence.  See my earlier post on Gardens for more on convergences.  The convergence in the prior book was between the Son of Darkness, the Jaghut Tyrant Raest, the Malazan Empire, and various and sundry wizards and assassins, in the city of Darujhistan.  All the characters met, in one city.  But Deadhouse is different.  The climax of the novel happens hundreds of leagues away from the convergence itself.  In Deadhouse, the theory of convergence is discussed more openly.  Icarium and his compatriot, Mappo, discuss it at great length.  The God of Shadow himself, discusses the new convergence, and makes plans to subvert it. 

The open references to what would normally be a story telling device, would normally be a point of poor writing, a way to "tell" the reader what they should be shown.  However, it is my view that Erikson here is making a philosophical point here, and, of course, his books (as we'll find more and more) all make philosophical and humanistic points.  His point here?  Convergences are necessary for storytelling, but they are in fact, a social necessity, and occur again and again as focal points to human history.  The energy that brought down Mubarrak and enlivened the Arab Spring is such a convergence.  In the Great Recession, dozens of the most powerful men met in tense, closeted conference rooms, desperately trying to avoid meltdown of the world's capital.

Ok, on to the nitty-gritty.  Let's talk about Feliesin.  The pretty younger sister of the hero from the last novel, Captain Paran, Feliesin, the youngest of the noble family of House Paran starts off the novel in chains.  And her sister put her there.  We met Feliesin briefly in Gardens, and she seemed a hopeful character, a beautiful girl, who was innocent and full of life.  Deadhouse destroys her utterly.  Again, Erikson goes with his cliche busting alternative to traditional fantasy.  Feliesin becomes the cheapest kind of whore, then a crack whore, filled with the worst kind of bile and hatred.  Of course, for all her vitriol, Erikson does provide a thin, thin shield of innocence.  Though she freely trades her body for Durhang (a drug similar to hash in effect, more like heroin in consistency) and other favors, extra food at the mining camp, easier jobs, etc., she still convinces herself in the way that a young teenager would, that her principal abuser, a camp supervisor named Benneth, is actually a good man who really cares for her.  To the point where when her actual protector murders him, she hates the man, insisting that Benneth was really looking out for her.  What's the point of all this?  Well--I dislike Deadhouse for this reason alone.  I hate what Erikson did to this young girl who he created.  It repulses me.  That's a personal prejudice that I just can't get over, and inhibits my real enjoyment of the book.  But I recognize it's sheer genre busting gall, and have to appreciate it.

So remember from Gardens, the character of Kruppe, the jovial fatman who took forever to say anything, and was so verbose and ludicrous that those around him never took him seriously?  Kruppe's out in Deadhouse.  So Erikson creates a new comic, Iskarral Pust.  Interestingly, though the sappers usually fill a comedic void in these novels, here, the main sapper, Fiddler, is completely straight in Deadhouse.  And in fact, becomes a serious lead, something which continues in later novels.  Iskarral Pust, though exhibiting much of the wit and rhetoric of Erikson's Kruppe, is nonetheless very distinguishable from the lovable High Mage.  Pust is a bat-shit crazy, high priest of Shadow.  That's right, he works for Kellenved, and is very similar to the former Emperor, now God.  Pust is hysterical.  He spends half of his time speaking his thoughts outloud, transparently trying to manipulate people and succeeding by the sheer confusion he thrusts on those near him.  Pust reminds me of another famous fantasy character from the DragonLance saga, Fizban, the bumbling wizard who is actually the God Palladine in disguise.  Pust

He is always surrounded by flying-ape like characters called Bhok'arala, who dance around him, throw fecies at him, and whom he hates with an abiding passion.  What's not to love about a character like Pust?  There are many mysteries regarding the man, how much of what he says is truthful, how much pure gibberish.  And why is he so afraid of spiders?  We get a glimmer of an answer at the end of Deadhouse, but the answer only leads to a larger mystery about the presence of the Soletaken Gate.

Which leads us to the Soletaken.  We've heard about them before.  Anomander Rake, from Gardens, is one.  So what is a soletaken?  Deadhouse is good for illuminating some of these weird facts and physics of the Malazan world.  A soletaken is a shapeshifter.  It's not entirely clear yet, how one becomes a shapeshifter, but one thing we do know, the number and size of the animal is greatly determinant of the power of the soletaken.  So for example, one such soletaken, Rashan, is a gigantic polar bear.  While another is a pack of plains wolves.  With the exception of Anomander Rake, we are lead to believe that all soletaken are slightly, to very, insane.  The soletaken are awesome in general, one of the most innovative fantasy creations I've ever read.  One such baddy, named Gryllen, is a horde of rats.  Imagine a horde of rats with a single mind, dedicated to eating its enemies.  However, one failing here is that none of these soletaken are very important to the plot.  And at the end of the novel, with the threat eliminated, one merely shrugs.  Of course, the drama in Deadhouse is the rebirth of Shaik, the soletaken threat's purpose is to grow the character of the Bridgeburner, Fiddler, and Icarium.

Another point that comes up in the Malazan universe is the presence of women soldiers and warriors.  Since Sonja and Conan the Barbarian female warriors have been an important part of fantasy realms.  However, it is jarring, the sheer number and egality with which Erikson writes and treats these characters.  In this, I much prefer Martin's reality, Songs of Fire and Ice, in which the only female warrior is gigantic, and considered to be very homely.  Swords and plate mail are heavy.  Sexual dimorphism is a real thing.  It's not that women can't be warriors, its just that it would be less likely, particularly in a fantasy world, where the great equalizer of size and strength, the gun, does not exist.  Characters like Feliesin are far more likely, and Martin's fantastic character of Queen Cersei is an excellent exemplar of this.

All that said, I don't disprove.  I like his female characters very much.  Though Memories of Ice is a better exemplar of these women.  Why is this comment in Deadhouse?  Simple, the Historian, Duiker is comforted by a nameless female marine, who he fights beside at times, and who offers him simple human (sexual) comfort during the Chain of Dogs.  Erikson keeps her nameless intentionally.  The woman, after her first encounter with the Historian (a fifty year old man at the least) resists Duiker's attempts to find her name.  The woe, the inevitable death of everyone on the Chain prevents her from forming a human connection.  Commander Lull, friend to Duiker, calls it as it is.  "Foolish."

So another interesting line, a theme which resonates across all the books, and is echoed again and again by the characters, is a warning.  "Don't mess with mortals." Says Feliesin, the whore, the Shaik Reborn.  Her brother Captain Paran, says it in later books.  Again and again, we are reminded that for all the power of ascendants like Anomander Rake, half-gods like Icarium, mortals are far more dangerous, and far more dangerous than even Hood, the god of death.  I like this theme a lot.  As a non -believer I have always found myself on the side of humanism.  Fatalism, the tool of the believer, holds that disaster and depravity are god's will, the punishments for our evil ways.  Don't mess with mortals exemplifies, to me, an existential creed--the ability each mortal has to alter destiny--to change irrevocably the careful plans of those more powerful, even to that of the most powerful.  The line above, was uttered when one of the Gods of War, (yes, Erikson's pantheon has at least three) is pulled to earth, drawn back from the ascendant realm to the mortal world, where he is vulnerable to all the trials of an ordinary mortal, albeit one with immense power.  However, this exciting and novel development does not play out in Deadhouse at all.  And, to my knowledge has yet to play out in the series at all.  Very frustrating.  As a finishing thought, these words remind me of Pynchon's Gravity's Rainbow: 

"But now and then, players in a game will, lull or crisis, be reminded how it is, after all, really play—and be unable then to continue in the same spirit. … Nor need it be anything sudden, spectacular—it may come in gentle—and regardless of the score, the number of watchers, the collective wish, penalties they or the Leagues may impose, the player will, waking deliberately. Perhaps with Katje’s own tough, young isolate’s shrug and stride, say fuck it and quit the game, quit it cold."



Icarium's Wrath by Slaine69



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 I've mentioned it a few times already, but the characters of Icarium and Mappo are a very interesting through line for the series.  Icarium, a half-Jhag of immense power, bears twin curses.  He has vast, indescriminate rage, capable of decimating an entire continent.  And his rages, once finished culminate in complete memory loss.  A blessing and a curse, because this phenomenal killer has a great concscience and would be desolate to know the consequences of his rages.  Also interesting is this:  Icarium is over a hundred thousand years old.  That's a long time to go searching for one's memory--his eternal quest, and one his companion and friend Mappo Trell has been bequested to avoid.  The real reason for bringing up Icarium here is that the story of Icarium and Mappo is one of the most tragic of all the fantasy tales I've read.  The two companions have been friends for thousands of years, and yet, the lie between them is that Mappo must continually hide the truth of Icarium's existence from him.  When a portion of the truth is revealed to Icarium, the ensuing scene between the two is a tear jerker.  While Icarium's character is interesting, he has an interesting, though as yet incomplete role in the series.  There's something of a doomsday device about the character, and indeed, he is a device maker, a clock maker and time keeper.

Icarium's creations in Raraku by Merlkir

Again and again in the Malazan world, death and rebirth occur.  Tattersail, who was incinerated in Garden's, Hairlock, soulshifting into a Barghast stick doll.  Paran dying and reaching Hood's Gate, only to have his life returned to him by Shadowthrone.  This is a genre busting tactic--not because rebirth is alien or new in fantasy--far from it--but the sheer frequency of these occurrences is ground breaking.  In many ways, it shakes one's belief in life changing experiences, which is usually what a rebirth connotes.  However, Erikson encourages us to think in new ways.  Rather than rebirth, it is merely the transition from state to state, like a liquid burning to gas, or a caterpillar going to pupa.  In Deadhouse two rebirths occur, and one is indicated as a possibility.  The minor character of Sormo Enath, a Wickan warlock is reborn after seven crows pick his soul to pieces and gift it to a new born.  And of course, Feliesin, the noble, made whore, than reborn as Shaik the Goddess of the Whirlwind.  And last, the death of Coltaine in the novel's final chapters, is a given as one who will be reborn after death.  Interestingly, of these three, only Feliesin's transition occurs while living, though her soul is arguably damaged and damned beyond all hopes of retrieval.  Despite the pivotal nature of Feliesin's character, her transition to Goddess is fairly unclear.  This is a prime example of what I referred to in my last post about Erikson's tendency to pack sentences so densely that pivotal moments are often hidden or obscured.  Or, of course, it could be another genre busting moment.  If you expected the transition to end with a bang, Erikson is going to beguile your expectations intentionally.

The last thing that deserves discussion is that which makes this novel a real slog.  The Chain of Dogs.  Like the Chain itself, reading Deadhouse is like watching 20,000 people die over a period of a month.  Because that's exactly what we're doing.  I won't go into great depths here, my next great moment post will sum this up nicely.  The Chain of Dogs forms the body of this book, a 500 league trail of bodies from the city of Hissar to the city of Aren, with a growing army at their backs, and numerous full-scale battles between them. 

Anyway, that's all for now.  I'm re reading Memories of Ice currently, but my next post will be on something new.  Sorry for the length of the post, but these books are inspiring!