Today I finished Patrick Rothfuss's spectacular The Name of the Wind. The writing was beyond great. There were times I got chills because the prose was so exquisite. He did a wonderful job setting up his protagonist as the brilliant yet flawed underdog.

My only quibble, really, has more to do with the genre (Fantasy) namely, virgin heroes and non-virgin heroines who pay for their sexuality. More on that in a bit, I just want to say that I will re-read this book and try to find it in hardcover. Do not rely on the back blurb to give you a sense of the story inside. The back blurb is horrible. The story is everything Fantasy is supposed to be and more.

Here's the opening paragraph:

It was night again. The Waystone Inn lay in silence, and it was a silence of three parts.

I'm green with envy. If you want to know about world building, read this book. The explanations of magic make you think you could go out and do it on your own.

Someone on twitter told me he's now turned in his MS for the continuation. Yay!

So, about virgin heroes and women who must pay a price for having sex. As God is my witness, I will write a Fantasy where that does not happen. You read it here. My working title for my Fantasy, by the way, is Bloodhand. Not sure when I'll fit it in but I will.

I've got to get cracking on the synopsis for The Next Historical. Yeah. Rothfuss derailed me, but I wasn't putting that book down for anything.

Now off to bed.

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