First Rider's Call (2003)

Green rider

Kristen Britain

1998 · 488 pages · 1 review

Others: Mixed

On her long journey home from school after a fight that will surely lead to her expulsion, Karigan G'ladheon ponders her uncertain future. As she trudges through the immense Green Cloak forest, her thoughts are interrupted by the clattering of hooves, as a galloping horse bursts from the woods. The rider is slumped over his mount's neck, impaled by two black-shafted arrows. As the young man lies dying on the road, he tells Karigan he is a Green Rider, one of the legendary messengers of the king of Sacoridia. Before he dies, he begs Karigan to deliver the “life and death” message he bears to King Zachary. When she reluctantly he agrees, he makes her swear on his sword to complete his mission, whispering with his dying breath, "Beware the shadow man...". Taking on the golden-winged horse brooch that is the symbol of the Green Riders, Karigan is swept into a world of deadly danger and complex magic, her life forever changed. Compelled by forces she cannot understand, Karigan is accompanied by the silent specter of the fallen messenger and hounded by dark beings bent on seeing that the message, and its reluctant carrier, never reach their destination.

The Wind Through the Keyhole

Stephen King

2012 · 344 pages · 1 review

Others: Mixed

Sent by his father to investigate evidence of a murderous shape shifter, a "skin man," Roland Deschain takes charge of Bill Streeter, a brave but terrified boy who is the sole surviving witness to the beast's most recent slaughter. Roland, himself only a teenager, calms the boy by reciting a story from the Magic Tales of the Eld that his mother used to read to him at bedtime, "The Wind through the Keyhole." (The novel can be placed between Dark Tower IV and Dark Tower V.)

Cycle of Fire

Janny Wurts

2021 · 1 review

Others: Mixed

Making Money

Terry Pratchett

2007 · 400 pages · 3 reviews

Others: Mixed

The Ankh-Morpork Post Office is running like . . . well, not at all like a government office. The mail is delivered promptly; meetings start and end on time; five out of six letters relegated to the Blind Letter Office ultimately wend their way to the correct addresses. Postmaster General Moist von Lipwig, former arch-swindler and confidence man, has exceeded all expectations—including his own. So it's somewhat disconcerting when Lord Vetinari summons Moist to the palace and asks, "Tell me, Mr. Lipwig, would you like to make some real money?"Vetinari isn't talking about wages, of course. He's referring, rather, to the Royal Mint of Ankh-Morpork, a venerable institution that haas run for centuries on the hereditary employment of the Men of the Sheds and their loyal outworkers, who do make money in their spare time. Unfortunately, it costs more than a penny to make a penny, so the whole process seems somewhat counterintuitive.Next door, at the Royal Bank, the Glooper, an "analogy machine," has scientifically established that one never has quite as much money at the end of the week as one thinks one should, and the bank's chairman, one elderly Topsy (nee Turvy) Lavish, keeps two loaded crossbows at her desk. Oh, and the chief clerk is probably a vampire.But before Moist has time to fully consider Vetinari's question, fate answers it for him. Now he's not only making money, but enemies too; he's got to spring a prisoner from jail, break into his own bank vault, stop the new manager from licking his face, and, above all, find out where all the gold has gone—otherwise, his life in banking, while very exciting, is going to be really, really short. . . .

Shadowfane

Janny Wurts

1988 · 352 pages · 1 review

Others: Mixed

The Tower of Swallows

Andrzej Sapkowski

1997 · 448 pages · 4 reviews

Others: Mostly negative

Jesienne Ekwinokcjum tegoż dziwnego roku przyniosło rozmaite znaki na niebie i na ziemi, które jakoweś klęski niechybnie zwiastowały. Tuż przed północą zerwała się straszliwa zawierucha, zadął potępieńczy wicher, a pędzone po niebie chmury przybrały fantastyczne kształty, wśród których najczęściej powtarzały się sylwetki galopujących koni i jednorożców. Lelki dzikimi głosami wyśpiewywały konajączkę, zaskowyczała beann''shie, zwiastunka rychłej i gwałtownej śmierci. A gdy przecwałował Dziki Gon i rozwiały się chmury, ludzie zobaczyli księżyc – malejący, jak zwykle w czas Zrównania. Ale tej nocy księżyc miał barwę krwi. W świątyni bogini Melitele trzy osoby śnią ten sam sen. "Krew na jej twarzy... Tyle krwi...”