I'm not sure what's just happened to me.
It's as if I"m just a lonely reviewer on Law & Order: Criminal Intent: Writer's Edition, and I've been quietly stabbed in the back by a would-be assassin. I'm coughing up blood and my hands are slippery with the warm stuff as they struggle behind me, futilely grasping for the weapon. Of all the back-handed, double-cross things to've done to a guy.
If I make it out of this alive, I'll gladly offer to be slapped around with the fiction of James A. Moore again.
Seven Forges isn't due out until September 24, but I'm already champing at the bit for the sequel.
What starts out as a seemingly routine trek across the wilderness wasteland of the north turns bleak right quick. What had been plodding for months through the ice and dust of a blasted cataclysmic landscape leads to an attack from mutated hyenas and a save from a barbarian as big as a house.
Oh, and there's a wizard behind all this madness.
Seven Forges is high fantasy like I've never seen--nary and elf, dwarf or dragon to be seen--but makes up for it with that pesky wizard and his harem, a mysterious race and a city hidden in the mountains. After one character loses the use of his hands one of this mysterious race says something akin to 'Here, put your stumps in this magic box and "presto-change-o" you've got metal hands!'
Weird, yes. But there's something about the function of this plot point that sings with the essence of the believable. Moore gives us magic, swordplay and a fine mix of diplomacy that's perfectly well-rounded and doesn't bog the story down.
Seven Forges by James A. Moore is due out in paperback September 24 from Angry Robot Books.
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