It’s been a while since my last review, in part because it’s been a while since the last time I read a book and came away with enough to say about it to warrant writing it up, but in bigger part because I’ve been working harder on a book of my own. My wife and I have recently finished writing our first full-length, publishable novel together and are now in the process of editing so we can start looking for an agent and a publisher. Between that and my new job, my blog’s fallen down the list of things toward which my literary efforts need to be put.
During the tail end of writing this novel, though, I pulled down The Book of Kings from our shelves, a collection of “20 all-original stories of kings and kingdoms, both traditional and fantastical, recounted by such noble tale-tellers as (a bunch of names that probably look at least somewhat familiar).” Our own story is largely centered around the activities of a royal family and the assassin who’s living in their midst, so I thought it would be a good source of inspiration and motivation while I already had kings and their doings on the brain.
And as it turns out, I was right.
