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Robin Hobb’s Blood of Dragons now available! Tour dates and more…

Blood of Dragons, the final installation of the Rain Wild Chronicles, is out in the States today!

Robin Hobb will be touring to promote the book too! See if she’s coming to your town below. If not, do not fear, as she will be doing two online events as well. First, she’ll be on all day of April 11th (this Thursday!) for an Author Chat on Goodreads and will be doing a Reddit AMA chat on April 16th.

 In Person Signings/Events:

UNIVERSITY BOOKSTORE: Seattle 04/10/2013 – Bookstore Event

UNCLE HUGO’S: Minneapolis 04/13/2013 01:00 PM – Bookstore Event

MYSTERIOUS GALAXY: Los Angeles 04/19/2013 07:00 PM – Bookstore Event/

LA TIMES FESTIVAL OF BOOKS: Los Angeles 04/21/2013 11:00 AM – There Be Dragons! LATFOB Fiction Panel

BARNES AND NOBLE: Seattle 04/22/2013 07:00 PM – World Book Night

BOSTON PUBLIC LIBRARY: Boston 04/30/2013 06:00 PM – Bookstore Event/Signing

TUMWATER TIMBERLAND LIBRARY: Washington State 06/01/2013 Event

HYPERICON: Tennessee 06/15-17 HYPERICON: Tennessee Guest of Honor

BOOKMARKS FESTIVAL: North Carolina 09/07/2013 – Speaker for Festival

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First Five Chapters of BLOOD OF DRAGONS (US Ed.)

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Pre-Order U.S. Edition of BLOOD OF DRAGONS & Get FREE Signed Bookplate!

Pre-ordered U.S. Edition of Robin Hobb’s BLOOD OF DRAGONS (out April 9, 2013)? Are you a US/Canada resident? Yes and yes?

Well then take advantage of the awesome promotion we are doing! Every person who orders the US edition is eligible to get a free signed bookplate… yes, one actually signed by Robin Hobb that you can insert into your book! Sign up here on our Facebook page!

All that is required is proof of purchase. Not a contest; all qualified orders will get a bookplate in the mail. Information supplied will only be used for this promotion and nothing else (no Facebook won’t get ahold of it!). US/Can residents only. 

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Read an Excerpt of Robin Hobb’s “Blood of Dragons”

Robin HobbBlood of Dragons, the final book of Robin Hobb‘s Rain Wilds Chronicles is going on-sale on April 9th–but you can read the prologue here in the meantime.

Prologue

Changes

Tintaglia awoke feeling chilled and old. She had made a good kill and eaten heavily, but had not rested well. The festering wound under her left wing made it hard to find a comfortable position. If she stretched out, the hot swollen place pulled, and if she curled up, she felt the jabbing of the buried arrow. The pain spread out in her wing now when she opened it, as if some thistly plant were sending out runners inside her, prickling her with thorns as it spread. The weather had become colder as she flew toward the Rain Wilds. There were no deserts, no warm sands in this region of the world. Heat seemed to well up from the earth’s heart in the Chalcedean deserts, making it nearly as warm as the southern lands were at this time of year. But now she had left the dry lands and warm sands behind, and winter’s stranglehold on spring had claimed its due. The cold stiffened the flesh around her wound, making each morning a torment.

IceFyre had not come with her. She had expected the old black dragon to accompany her, although she could not recall why. Dragons preferred to be solitary than social. To eat well, each needed a large hunting territory. It had only been when she had left his side and he had not followed that the humiliating realization had drenched her: she had been following him, all that time. She could not recall that he had ever requested her to stay; neither had he asked her to leave.

He had all he needed from her. In the early excitement of discovering one another, they had mated. When she grew to full maturity, she would visit the nesting island, and there lay the eggs that he had already fertilized. But once he had impregnated her there was no reason for him to stay with her. When her eggs hatched into serpents that would slither into the sea and renew the endless cycle of dragon-egg-serpent-cocoon-dragon, the memories of his lineage would continue. Eventually, there would be other dragons for him to encounter, when he chose to seek their company. She felt puzzled that she had lingered with him as long as she had. Having hatched so alone and isolated, had she learned undragonlike behaviour from humans?

She uncoiled slowly and then even more gingerly, spread her wings to the overcast day. She stretched, already missing the warmth of the sands and tried not to wonder if the journey back to Trehaug were beyond her strength. Had she waited too long, hoping she would heal on her own?

It hurt to crane her neck to inspect the wound. It smelled foul and when she moved, pus oozed from it. She hissed in anger that such a thing had befallen her, and then used the strength of that anger to tighten the muscles there. The movement forced more liquid from the wound. It hurt and stank terribly, but when she had finished, her skin felt less tight. She could fly. Not without pain, and not swiftly, but she could fly. Tonight she would take more care in selecting her resting place. Taking flight from the riverbank where she presently found herself was going to be difficult.

She wanted to fly directly to Trehaug in the hope of locating Malta and Reyn quickly and having one of her Elderling servants remove the arrowhead from her flesh. A direct route would have been best, but the thick forests of the region made that impossible. For a dragon to land in such a thickly treed area was difficult at the best of times; with a bad wing, she would certainly go crashing down through the canopy. So she had followed first the coast and then the Rain Wild River. The marshy banks and mud bars offered easy hunting as river mammals emerged on the shores to root and roll and as the forest creatures sought water. If she were fortunate, as she had been last night, she could combine a stoop on a large meal with a safe landing on a marshy riverfront strip.

If she were unfortunate, she could always land in the river shallows and crawl out onto whatever bank the river offered. That, she feared, might be her best option this evening. And while she did not doubt that she could survive such an unpleasantly cold and wet landing, she dreaded the thought of attempting to take flight from such a place. As she had to do now.

Wings half-extended, she walked down to the water’s edge and drank, wrinkling her nostrils at the bitter taste of the water. Once she had sated her thirst, she opened her wings and sprang into the sky.

With a wild flapping of her wings, she crashed back to earth again. It was not a long fall, but it jarred her, breaking her pain into sharp-edged fragments that stabbed every interior space of her body. The shock jabbed the air from her lungs and crushed a hoarse squawk of pain from her throat. She hit the ground badly, her wings still half-open. Her tender side struck the earth. Stunned, she sprawled, waiting for the agony to pass. It did not, but gradually it faded to a bearable level.

Tintaglia lowered her head to her chest, gathered her legs under her and slowly folded her wings. She badly wanted to rest. But if she did she would awaken hungrier and stiffer than she was now and with the daylight fading. No. She had to fly and now. The longer she waited, the more her physical abilities would wane. She needed to fly while she still could.

She steeled herself to the pain, not allowing her body to compensate for it any way. She simply had to endure it and fly as if it did not hurt. She burned that thought into her brain and then without pausing, opened her wings, crouched and launched herself upwards.

Every beat of her wings was like being stabbed with a fiery spear. She roared, giving voice to her fury at the pain, but did not vary the rhythm of her wing beats. Rising slowly into the air, she flew over the shallows of the river until finally she lifted clear of the trees that shaded the river’s face. The wan sunlight touched her and the wilder winds of the open air buffeted her. The breezes were heavy with the threat of chilling rain to come. Well, let it come, then. Tintaglia was flying home.

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Read an extract of Blood of Dragons

Published next week, Blood of Dragons is the final book in Robin Hobb’s excellent Rain Wild Chronicles. Read an extract from the book below the gorgeous UK and Australian cover!

Blood of Dragons

PROLOGUE

Changes

Tintaglia awoke feeling chilled and old. She had made a good kill and eaten heavily, but had not rested well. The festering wound under her left wing made it hard to find a comfortable position. If she stretched out, the hot swollen place pulled, and if she curled up, she felt the jabbing of the buried arrow. The pain spread out in her wing now when she opened it, as if some thistly plant were sending out runners inside her, prickling her with thorns as it grew. The weather had become colder as she flew toward the Rain Wilds. There were no deserts, no warm sands in this region of the world. Heat seemed to well up from the earth’s heart in the Chalcedean deserts, making it nearly as warm as the southern lands were at this time of year. But now she had left the dry lands and warm sands behind, and winter’s stranglehold on spring had claimed its due. The cold stiffened the flesh around her wound, making each morning a torment.

IceFyre had not come with her. She had expected the old black dragon to accompany her, although she could not recall why. Dragons preferred to be solitary rather than social. To eat well, each needed a large hunting territory. It had only been when she had left his side and he had not followed that the humiliating realization had drenched her: she had been following him, all that time. She could not recall that he had ever requested her to stay; neither had he asked her to leave.

He had all he needed from her. In the early excitement of discovering one another, they had mated. When she grew to full maturity, she would visit the nesting island, and there lay the eggs that he had already fertilized. But once he had impregnated her, there was no reason for him to stay with her. When her eggs hatched into serpents that would slither into the sea and renew the endless cycle of dragon-egg-serpent-cocoon-dragon, the memories of his lineage would continue. Eventually, there would be other dragons for him to encounter, when he chose to seek their company. She felt puzzled that she had lingered with him as long as she had. Having hatched so alone and isolated, had she learned undragonlike behaviour from humans?

She uncoiled slowly and then even more gingerly, spread her wings to the overcast day. She stretched, already missing the warmth of the sands, and tried not to wonder if the journey back to Trehaug were beyond her strength. Had she waited too long, hoping she would heal on her own?

It hurt to crane her neck to inspect the wound. It smelled foul and when she moved, pus oozed from it. She hissed in anger that such a thing had befallen her, and then used the strength of that anger to tighten the muscles there. The movement forced more liquid from the wound. It hurt and stank terribly, but when she had finished, her skin felt less tight. She could fly. Not without pain, and not swiftly, but she could fly. Tonight she would take more care in selecting her resting place. Taking flight from the riverbank where she presently found herself was going to be difficult.

She wanted to fly directly to Trehaug in the hope of locating Malta and Reyn quickly and having one of her Elderling servants remove the arrowhead from her flesh. A direct route would have been best, but the thick forests of the region made that impossible. For a dragon to land in such a thickly treed area was difficult at the best of times; with a bad wing, she would certainly go crashing down through the canopy. So she had followed first the coast and then the Rain Wild River. The marshy banks and mud bars offered easy hunting as river mammals emerged on the shores to root and roll and as the forest creatures sought water. If she were fortunate, as she had been last night, she could combine a stoop on a large meal with a safe landing on a marshy riverfront strip.

If she were unfortunate, she could always land in the river shallows and crawl out onto whatever bank the river offered. That, she feared, might be her best option this evening. And while she did not doubt that she could survive such an unpleasantly cold and wet landing, she dreaded the thought of attempting to take flight from such a place. As she had to do now.

Wings half-extended, she walked down to the water’s edge and drank, wrinkling her nostrils at the bitter taste of the water. Once she had sated her thirst, she opened her wings and sprang into the sky.

With a wild flapping of her wings, she crashed back to earth again. It was not a long fall, but it jarred her, breaking her pain into sharp-edged fragments that stabbed every interior space of her body. The shock jabbed the air from her lungs and crushed a hoarse squawk of pain from her throat.

She hit the ground badly, her wings still half-open. Her tender side struck the earth. Stunned, she sprawled, waiting for the agony to pass. It did not, but gradually it faded to a bearable level.

Tintaglia lowered her head to her chest, gathered her legs under her and slowly folded her wings. She badly wanted to rest. But if she did she would awaken hungrier and stiffer than she was now and with the daylight fading. No. She had to fly and now. The longer she waited, the more her physical abilities would wane. She needed to fly while she still could.

She steeled herself to the pain, not allowing her body to compensate for it in any way. She simply had to endure it and fly as if it did not hurt. She burned that thought into her brain and then without pausing, opened her wings, crouched and launched herself upward.

Every beat of her wings was like being stabbed with a fiery spear. She roared, giving voice to her fury at the pain, but did not vary the rhythm of her wing beats. Rising slowly into the air, she flew over the shallows of the river until finally she lifted clear of the trees that shaded the river’s face. The wan sunlight touched her and the wilder winds of the open air buffeted her. The breezes were  heavy with the threat of chilling rain to come. Well, let it come, then. Tintaglia was flying home.

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BLOOD OF DRAGONS one of RT’s Most Anticipated SF/F Books!

Book four of the Rain Wilds ChroniclesCongratulations to Robin Hobb; the fourth and final book in her Rain Wilds Chronicles series was listed as one of RT Book Reviews  most anticipated books of 2013! Blood of Dragons comes out on as a hardcover and as an e-book on 4/9/2013–but until then, here’s the low-down:

The dragons and their motley crew of keepers (who are slowly turning into elegant Elderlings) have finally found the long lost city of Kelsingra where the mythical silver wells that the dragons need to survive supposedly exist. But the legendary city is shrouded in secrets and ancient memories trapped in stone and the wells are no where to be found. In a desperate attempt to unlock the whereabouts of the wells the keepers risk “memory walking”—immersing oneself into the drug-like memories of long deceased Elderlings—to find clues necessary to their survival.

To make matters worse time is of the utmost importance because Tintaglia will not survive the wounds from her long sojourn to Kelsingra without silver. And if Tintaglia dies, she’ll take with her the ancient memories needed to survive and doom the group to extinction.

Sound exciting? It is! Critics are loving Blood of Dragons, and the entire Rain Wilds Chronicles:

“Hobb excels at telling big stories and juggling multiple story arcs. Fans of the author and of this series who eagerly await this installment will not be disappointed.” –Library Journal

“A deservedly popular author, an accomplished storyteller with an engaging and readable style.” –London Times on Dragon Haven

“Real-life resonance gives the story extra depth…Bring on the next installment.” –Kirkus Reviews on City of Dragons

 

To read the entire RT list, click here.


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Harper Voyager US: Goodreads Choice Awards Nominations!

It’s been a wild few days for team Voyager US in NYC, but we’re back in action & very excited about the fact that three of our books have been nominated for Goodreads Choice awards! First round nominations include:

Paranormal Fantasy--Kim Harrison A PERFECT BLOOD
Science Fiction–Pip Ballantine and Tee Morris THE JANUS AFFAIR
Fantasy–Robin Hobb CITY OF DRAGONS

Congrats Voyager authors! And fans please do cast your vote!

NOTE: While  Sandy was no match for our paranormal heroes, she did quite a number on many of us mortals. Our best wishes for a quick recovery to all impacted by the storm.

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Hobb, Kadrey at Fandom Fest in Louisville, KY – June 29th – July 1st

Robin Hobb and Richard Kadrey are in Louisville this weekend as Guests of Honor at Fandom Fest. Pop in and see them if you’re in the area.

Galt House Hotel

140 North 4th St

Louisville, KY 40202

ROBIN HOBB

Friday, June 29, 2012

7:00 PM - Panel: Exploring Genres – Fantasy

An open panel discussion looking at the Fantasy genre as a whole, past, present, and future, with an emphasis on the current writing/publishing trends in fantasy at the moment.

Location: Beckham Room

Co-panelists: Michael Williams, D.A. Adams, Laura Resnick, Jim C. Hines, and Carol Malcolm.


Saturday, June 30, 2012

11:30 AM – Panel: Exploring Genres – Epic Fantasy

This one will take a close look at Epic Fantasy, with a little more time spent on defining what Epic Fantasy is, highlighting some premium examples, and speculating on where Epic Fantasy appears to be headed.

Location: Beckham Room

Co-panelists: Carol Malcolm, H. David Blalock, Terry W. Ervin, Gail Z Martin, and Laura Resnick.

 

4:00 PM – Spotlight on Robin Hobb

Location: Jones Room
Moderator: Lee Martindale (writer/editor who serves on the Board of Directors at
SFWA)

 

Sunday, July 1, 2012

12:00 PM – Guest of Honor Signing

Location: Expo Area/Joseph-Beth Booth (signing)

 


RICHARD KADREY

Saturday, June 30, 2012

11:30 AM – Spotlight on Richard Kadrey

This session will focus on Richard’s writing and career, what he has done, what is going on with him now, and what lies ahead. There will be some time for fielding questions from the audience.

Location: Jones Room

Moderator: John Horner Jacobs

 

2:00 PM – Guest of Honor Signing

Location: Expo Area/Joseph-Beth Booth

 

4:30 PM - Panel: Exploring Genres – Urban Fantasy

A look at Urban Fantasy, what it is, where it is right now in the publishing
world, and what lies just ahead.

Location: Beckham Room

Co-panelists: James Tuck, Kimberly Richardson, Angie Fox, Carol Malcolm, and Rachel Smith

 

 

Sunday, July 1, 2012

1:00 PMPanel: The Big 6 & Traditional Press’s Place

This panel features a number of major press authors discussing the place of traditional
publishing within the modern publishing climate, in light of all the changes that have been taking place in the industry.

Location: Beckham Room

Co-panelists: James Tuck, Shirley Damsgaard, Laura Resnick, and Michael Williams.

 

 

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Robin Hobb E-book bundle!

For the first time, read the entire Soldier Son trilogy as one E-book … at a special price!

In Book One, Shaman’s Crossing, Nevare Burvelle was destined from birth to be a soldier. The second son of a newly anointed nobleman, he must endure the rigors of military training at the elite King’s Cavella Academy—and survive the hatred, cruelty, and derision of his aristocratic classmates—before joining the King of Gernia’s brutal campaign of territorial expansion.

And it continues in the next two novels, Forest Mage and Renegade’s Magic.

Go to Amazon or Barnes & Noble and buy it today!

 

 

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Helen Lowe and Robin Hobb in conversation!

If you follow the B&N sff blog you’ll have seen today an interview between Voyager fantasists Robin Hobb and Helen Lowe. Good news for fantasy fans — that was but a piece of the conversation Robin and Helen actually had, and we’re thrilled to present the entire chat here:

Helen: World building is integral to fantasy storytelling and you have created many fascinating and beloved worlds now, Robin. What are some of the key elements of good world building for you as a writer? Do you find those are the same qualities that enthuse you when reading other FSF authors?

Robin: Would the world work? That’s my first criteria. If I’m reading and there is a world with no visible economy, government, religion or culture, I tend to just set it aside. Obvious contradictions also frustrate me (A poor farmer in a tiny mountain village deep in a forest goes out to harvest his wheat field. What? Where?) As does writerly ignorance of simple ‘real world’ facts. Learning to wield a sword in two days is like picking up trigonometry in half an hour. Never mind the need to build the muscles. Oh, it’s so easy to rant about what doesn’t work. What does work for me wonderfully is when a world builder writes so compellingly of the underlayment of the world that I want to visit it. A story that makes me want to go see how iron is really worked in this world, or a magic so logical that I almost believe it must work. When writers put time and thought into world building, it really shows. The characters belong in that world rather than being people transplanted from our world into a fantasy.

The reason that your ‘wheels within wheels’ plotting in the Heir of Night books works for me is that every character is a product of your world. They are born into a world of varied cultures, castes and traditions. As a result, they are distinctive people far beyond just names and physical descriptions. This is one reason that despite a large cast of characters, I was able to keep everyone straight in my head without referring to the glossary; no mean feat for an author to maintain in such a nice fat book. Each culture and as a result, each character was clearly a product of the environment that surrounded them, whether River folk or people from the Winter lands. I enjoyed that you developed such a wide variety of settings and that the characters reflected the conditions of those lands.

Helen: Developing the world is a very intuitive process for me. There may be an initial “flash” of a vision or image, such as the twilit, wind blasted Wall, that sparks the whole process in my imagination, but after that the world tends to evolve through the characters’ experience of it—what they see, hear and touch, for example. And the world has to be real for the characters or otherwise it just won’t work. I know as a reader myself that while I love “fantastic” worlds, they only ‘work’ if that sense of the fantastic also feels real to me.

The Rain Wilds are one of my favorite of your worlds for that reason. From the beginning, with the LIVE SHIPS series, I loved the danger and mystery of the physical environment and its juxtaposition with the Trader culture. But as I’ve been reading the new RAIN WILDS CHRONICLES, I have been wondering—do you feel your understanding of the world has changed at all in making the shift from the Live Ships to the dragons and dragon keepers of the Chronicles?

Robin: Oh, the focus is always on the characters, and so we see whatever part of the world they are in. In this case, we are seeing the Rain Wilds from the perspective of the people who live and work in the more hazardous parts of it. Someday I’d like to write from the POV of a digger in Trehaug, one who breaks through to a marvellously preserved room . . . Yeah!

But in my opinion, the view of a world changes whenever you change POV character, in my world or in any world. Your Jarna’s view of the tournament is vastly different from what the noble ladies get to experience. And if we talked to a CEO in New York and then to a wino living on the streets there, with no personal experience of New York City, we would leave with the impression that we had visited two different worlds. So the keepers of Trehaug have a whole different view of their world.

Helen: It’s interesting, isn’t it, that we both see our worlds very much as evolving through the characters’ experience… That is one reason I feel it’s important to have more than the one point-of-view character in a story, especially in the big epic stories we both write. Diverse points of view ensure the reader gets more than one slant on what’s happening—as well as on the world around them—which can illuminate key issues within the evolving story. For example, in The Heir of Night, the reader gets a range of points of view on the current situation of the Derai Alliance, particularly the divide between their warrior and priestly castes.

Having a number of points of view around contentious issues also means that the reader has to decide which narrators are reliable, or if they simply prefer a particular point of view. I really like the way the letters between the various Keepers of the Birds work in this way in the RAIN WILDS CHRONICLES, for example, and enjoy getting Sintara and Thymara’s divergent views on their uneasy relationship—and the tension that creates in the story.

But are you ever torn between stories for longer established characters, such as Fitz and the Fool, and new ones jostling to be written? I wondered if you might be trying to resolve that kind of tension in City of Dragons by reintroducing Tintaglia and also bringing Malta and Reyn Khuprus, and Selden Vestrit—all LIVE SHIP protagonists—more fully into the unfolding Chronicles story?

Robin: I’ve always felt that every book should end at the point where the next story would logically begin. And that, like some sort of spreading vine, every book puts out feelers along the way, and always culminates at a point where an infinite number of stories could begin. The writer’s task is to find the strongest shoots and the most compelling plot and follow it. Some readers may think they just want to hear about what happened next, but then it could turn into an endless tale of what the characters had for breakfast the next day and where they went shoe shopping . . . rather like being doomed to endlessly read the characters’ Twitter feed!

Helen: [holding out both arms in a warding-off gesture] Robin, no, stop—that’s a truly nightmare vision!

Robin: [smiling] So I’ve felt free to explore where I would, within the Realm of the Elderlings and other worlds as well. I do love my characters, even my villains. I think that if you are going to spend a year writing a character, it had best be someone that you find interesting.

Helen: Yes, I always find it impossible to say that I like a particular character more than another for that reason. As the writer I’m investing more in certain characters at different parts of the story, but that’s not the same as liking or disliking. And the villains are so vital to the story—so sure, I definitely wouldn’t like them if I met them in real life but I have to love the part they play in the story… But from your point of view, what makes characters engaging—what are the vital factors that contribute to that?

Robin: You know I’ve been enjoying watching the Heir of Night series unfold, and part of that enjoyment is that while your characters are compelling, there are many in the story who hold the reader at a distance. It’s not just that we wonder if the character is a ‘good guy’ or a ‘bad guy’ if I can use those simplistic appellations. It’s not initially obvious if Raven, for example, is someone to be trusted. He remains as much a mystery to the reader as he does to the other characters in the tale. And yet he is fascinating and while we are not sure if it is safe to like him, or if he will ultimately turn out to have some very dark secrets, we do remain engaged with him. I think it layers a depth of reality to the tale to have the same uncertainty about someone we’ve just met as we do in our regular lives.

Helen: The whole idea of masks and trust, what a protagonist knows on the surface and what is the actual reality is a big part of the whole Wall of Night story—and I think with Malian, and to a lesser extent Kalan, there’s that whole ancient Greek notion of “know thyself” as well…I feel it’s important to characters like Sintara and Thymara as well, only more tied into their journey around overcoming physical limitation. Whereas with Tintaglia I’m sensing the “know thyself” is emotional—she is realizing that perhaps she doesn’t; or at least, not as much as she should.

Talking about dragons and Elderlings though, does lead to magic—and I do get the sense that more may be ‘just around the corner’ with the CHRONICLES. (I do love a nice thread of magic through a story!) Is it an essential of fantastic storytelling, in your view, or is it possible to write a fantasy without it? Is there a balance between magic and realism that you strive for in your books?

Robin: Oh, dear, now we have to define fantasy, don’t we? I’ve always believed that all fiction is fantasy. It’s all made up people and events and even if the city is called San Francisco, it will be different from any San Francisco that I’ve ever known. So, yes, people write fantasy all the time without having any obvious magic to the tales. But Fantasy as it is sold on a shelf in a bookstore or under a genre umbrella in an e-store is expected to contain wonders and magic. When I first began writing fantasy, I had a rule for myself. In every chapter that had to be Something that clearly said to the reader, “This is Fantasy.” I felt that was what the readers were buying my stories for, and I wanted to deliver. Now I no longer pace the book to be sure that there is something ‘fantastic’ in each chapter, but I do want the fantasy flavour to be pervasive throughout the story. At no time do I want the reader to wonder, “Wait! Have I wandered back into Kansas?”

I’ve noticed that you achieve that effect with almost no apparent effort. In both volumes of THE WALL OF NIGHT, your characters unfold in some rather astonishing ways. Without doing any spoilers, I want to say that you took me by surprise more than once. And yet when I looked back in the book, I could find no evidence of ‘cheating’. At no time did you tell me something that wasn’t so; it was just that you didn’t tell me everything that was so! I’d love some insight into how you plotted that layering!

Helen: Oh, I hope I don’t cheat! The clues are always there but that’s my challenge—to weave them into the story, but keep them subtle so that the element of surprise is there when the unveiling comes. And the straightforward clues are best I find: a simple sentence here, or an allusion there, but all adding up to something more when the reader looks back and suddenly joins the dots!

But you know, I am not really much of a conscious “plotter” except to the extent that I am always telling and retelling the story to myself in my head. Nobel Prize winner, Gerald Edelman, likened the brain to a rainforest and that’s how mores stories evolve, in my mind I see the colors and the layers and pursue the “what ifs” down the jungle trails to the “a-ha” moments of: “it could work like this … or like that!” So the stories evolve and the clues—and also the solutions—unfold themselves to me both in my imagination and as I write.

Is it the same for you, Robin, or are you more of a “plotter?”

Robin: I tend to follow what I think of as the Story Current. Once I’ve met the characters and understand what the problem is, I more or less follow where they lead. And more than once, they’ve led me to a dead end, I’m afraid. But I find if I outline the story in too much detail, I become bored as I’m writing it, and have a hard time finishing the story. So I always know where the story will start and where it will end and a few key points in between. It does feel to me as if Story is some sort of arcane force that directs where the tale will go. I think I do best when I trust it and follow it.

But now for a different question, one that writers often discuss when they gather: where and when do you write? Do you have a specific routine? An isolated bower where soft music plays or do you write anywhere and everywhere? This always fascinates me!

Helen: Like many writers I work from home and I do have a study, although depending on the season I frequently follow either sun or shade around the house—the joys of having a laptop! I also have a specific routine, which is that I like to start the day by writing three stream-of-consciousness pages longhand, and on “anything, really,” before switching to the keyboard. Once I do that, my rule is that I have to do a minimum of four hours work on my current writing project (writing related activities such as blogging or Q&As don’t count) or complete two hundred words—whichever takes longer. Two hundred is a small target, but it’s really about getting started. I find that if I can get through that first 200 words then I will probably write 2,000, or even more. But if it’s only 1,200 words, but they’re all ‘quality’ I don’t want to beat myself up–or keep writing just to hit a higher word count, even if they words are rubbish (and promptly get thrown out the next day.)

Although I don’t have to be in a specific room, I do need whatever space I am using to be free of distractions, so I like to be able to close the door and I don’t have music on. I love music and like to listen to it “actively,” so I leave that for my breaks.

Robin: Well, that’s a considerably more disciplined and organized writing life than mine, I’m ashamed to say. I turn on the computer when I turn on the coffee pot, and run in and out of the office all day. I use a tower computer with a large keyboard as it’s more comfortable for my hands. Laptops are not my friend in that regard! Writing alternates in no recognizable pattern with everything else I have to do that day: groceries, yard, grandkids, dogs to vet, etc But somehow the books do manage to get written on a reasonably regular schedule. So now it’s my turn for a question, and given my scattered approach to writing in general, I will further demonstrate my disorderly mind by asking something completely unrelated:

Who do you consider to be the top-notch villain in all the fantasy you’ve ever read? Oh, and let’s toss in SF for good measure. Books or movies, who would you most dread to encounter?

Helen: OK, let’s start with my most fearsome three, that I would be really afraid to meet. You know, I’m actually finding that rather tough … OK, the original Terminator in the first film. He was seriously scary. Ah, now the ball is rolling: George RR Martin’s ‘The Mountain Who Rides’ in the A SONG OF ICE AND FIRE series. In the “equal opportunity brutality” world of Westeros he is in a brutal league of his own. And to be honest, I think I would feel a lurking sense of dread at meeting your Live Ship, Paragon, as he was in the early stages of the LIVE SHIP series—at least if I had to sail on him, given his track record and uncertain reputation. He may have been more mad than bad, but the end result in terms of his actions was the same for his victims.

That raises an interesting line of thought though—or interesting for me at any rate!—in terms of the difference between the personalities and dispositions of the dragons, even crippled ones, and the Live Ships. I know you alluded to it at the end of the LIVE SHIP trilogy, but it also seems to be creeping into this current story through Tarman—or am I reading in another layer that isn’t necessarily part of this story?

Robin: Well, without giving away too much, the ancestry of the ship will definitely affect its personality. Just as the dragons are manifestations of the serpents they used to be, even if they have only shadowy memories of their serpent lives. I think all creatures and hence all characters are products of their experiences. Just as writer’s are! And speaking of writers and their experiences—what in your life led you to become a writer? And, if you were not allowed to be a writer, what would your second choice of a career be? (Nope, you can’t write non-fiction either.)

Helen: [protesting] I wasn’t going to say non fiction—unless of course I wrote a cook book, which probably falls under that heading! I do enjoy the radio interview work I do so might well pursue that professionally. Or alternatively find something based around my love of food—ccoking as well as eating it—and wine, although that does seem to be bringing me back to the cookbook again …

Robin: Cookbooks and cooking! So would you say that is your other addiction, writing being the first one? Or do you have other secret addictions like I do? Rituals or necessities that nourish your writing addiction? Such as a permanent cup of coffee and an orange cat on your desk? A secret bag of salt water taffy in your bottom desk drawer? Okay, so now you know my writerly failings. Do you have any?

Helen: Don’t forget the wine! Although I do very much like coffee, too—but I think my real writing addiction would have to be the internet: email and finding out what’s happening in the world via browsing, RSS feed, and now Twitter. I know a number of other writers who confess to a similar addiction and I wonder if it isn’t because we generally work in isolation and so the internet becomes our “office water cooler.” And I suppose when you’re locked into a novel-length project, email and blog posts provide the satisfaction of a quick turnaround with the attendant allure of a sense of achievement and completion.

In terms of other secret addictions of the writing life, chocolate does probably creep in there. It goes so well with the coffee, you see… And although not precisely an addiction, although he may count as a weakness, I do have an elderly cat buddy—very elderly in fact, he’s in his twentieth year. He likes to hang out with me when I’m writing, especially in winter when he gets to lie by the heater and becomes my justification for having it on more often than I might otherwise do!

Robin: Ah, the twenty-year old cat. Sam is the elder cat at my house. About 20 now, and possibly the most frequent interruption to the writing. He eats in very tiny meals, so he feels free to come and tap me on the arm 12 to 15 times a day for food!

And it’s about time for us to wind this up and get back to what actually pleases the readers most: writing more books. It has been wonderful to talk to you and get your slant on the writing process. Good luck and I wish you all the success you so obviously deserve!

Helen: Thank you, I’ve very much enjoyed our conversation.

Robin Hobb writes fantasy, and shares a word processor with Megan Lindholm. Her most recent work is The Rain Wilds Chronicles (Dragon Keeper, Dragon Haven, City of Dragons and Blood of Dragons.) She lives simultaneously in Tacoma and Roy, Washington, a dual existence that permits her lifestyle to weathervane from crime-ridden film noir settings to Rebecca of Sunnybrook Farm, with chickens. Random observations can be found at Robinhobb.com or far too frequently on the Robin Hobb Facebook.

Helen Lowe is a novelist, poet, and interviewer. She has won the Sir Julius Vogel Award for achievement in SFF for both Thornspell (Knopf) in 2009, and The Heir of Night (THE WALL OF NIGHT Book One) in 2011. The Heir of Night has also just been shortlisted for the Gemmell Morningstar Award and Helen is currently the Ursula Bethell writer-in-residence at the University of Canterbury. She posts every day on her Helen Lowe on Anything, Really blog, on the 1st of every month on the Supernatural Underground, and occasionally on SF Signal. You can also follow her on Twitter: @helenl0we.

Preview a (rather large!) chunk of any of the following books by clicking through: Dragon Keeper (Rain Wilds Chronicles Volume One); Dragon Haven (Rain Wilds Chronicles Volume Two); City of Dragons (Rain Wilds Chronicles Volume Three); Heir of Night (Wall of Night Book One);  The Gathering of the Lost (Wall of Night Book Two).

 

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Author blog – Robin Hobb on POV

That’s Point of View.  And one of the goals of any writer is to stay solidly within the Point of View of the character he is writing, without making the reader unnecessarily aware of it.

To oversimplify a lot, there are three basic ways to approach POV. 

One is omniscient, in which the reader is looking down, god-like, on the tale.  He knows what is happening twelve miles away, or on the space station orbiting Jupiter just as easily as he is aware of the conversation over tea in the café in London.  So even as he knows that Josephine thinks the tea is too sweet, he is aware that her friend Stella has just returned the packet of poison to her purse under the table.

In what I think of as third person, the reader ‘rides’ with a character, and for that sections of the book, be it a chapter or a few paragraphs, the reader thinks, feels and regards the world as from that character’s mind.  This was the method of story telling I chose for the Liveship Traders and for the more recent Rain Wild Chronicles.  It’s a wonderful way to steep the reader in a character, and to share the secrets of a character that no one else in the book knows.  In the Liveships, it let me put the reader squarely into Kennit’s boots (or later, boot!) and demand that, for a space of time, the reader share Kennit’s skewed view of the world, his contorted idea of justice and even his twisted honor.  In the course of writing Kennit, I came to love this dastardly villain just as dearly as I loved the other heroes who shared something closer to my own value system.  In many ways, I now feel just as fond of the less-than-admirable but self-adoring Hest of the Rain Wild Chronicles once I wrote a few scenes from his POV.  It’s very difficult to don a character’s skin and write from his POV without feeling both kinship and affection for him.

 The third type of POV is my absolute favorite for story telling.  First person.  In first person, the writer dons the skin of a character and tells the story exactly as that character experienced it.   To me, first person is the natural story telling voice.  When a person comes home from work or school and sits down at the dinner table to discuss the day, he always tells the story of his day’s adventure from first person.  And in doing so, he imparts his personal point of view to every aspect of it.  When the writer employs this technique, the reader learns the protagonist from the skin out.  If the character is young or angsty, paranoid or self-righteous, sheltered or worldly, it will all come through in the first person account.  And the writer is free to indulge in letting his narrator shade his telling, either to exaggerate his heroism, or justify his actions, or edit what really happened to put himself in a better light.  It’s all a part of characterization.

First person point of view is also my preference for reading.  Some of my favorite examples of first person narration are actually in the mystery/detective genre.  Archie Goodwin, the narrator of the detective cases of Nero Wolfe (as written by Rex Stout) is obviously a man of action who is very fond of himself. And in time, I definitely came to share his opinion of himself, as well as his fondness and occasional annoyance with his employer.  John D. McDonald’s  Travis McGee series would never have been as engaging if we were forced to view his activities in the third person.  The same is true for Robert Parker’s detective Spenser, and later, his shot-gun toting western side-kick, Everett Hitch as he follows his friend Virgil Cole through a series of ‘lawman for hire’ adventures.

There are other excellent examples of first person deployment in the fantasy and SF fields.  Heinlein used it to great effect in both Glory Road and Have Spacesuit, Will Travel.  Steven Brust’s Vlad is an assassin/witch with a very wry sense of humor, and a deep bond to his small telepathic Jhereg familiar.  Michael Marshall Smith dragged me into his book Only Forward by insisting that I experience a life with his protagonist Stark, in a world so surreal I could not have engaged with it without a resident guide.   I’d be amiss if I didn’t mention my current love/hate relationship with the first person narrator of Prince of Thorns.  Mark Lawrence uses a first person point of view to simultaneously hide and reveal what makes young Jorg tick, until the relentlessly cruel protagonist abruptly becomes all too horribly human and understandable to the reader. 

First person narration is always the hook that will pull me into a story, whether it is the intriguing admonition of “Call me Ishamel,” or the simple announcement, “You don’t know about me without you have read a book by the name of The Adventures of Tom Sawyer, but that ain’t no matter.”  If you want to pull a reader into your writing, or plunge yourself into a story, first person narration is the way to do it.

 

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