Let's Read "Throne of Glass" by Sarah Maas

"Vaguely"? Appendix B of The Lord of the Rings spells it out clearly, albeit as a timeline entry: "2850. Gandalf again enters Dol Guldur, and discovers that its master is indeed Sauron, who is gathering all the Rings and seeking for news of the One, and of Isildur's Heir. He finds Thrain and receives the key of Erebor. Thrain dies in Dol Guldur."
Lord of the Rings is not The Hobbit. :V
 
"Vaguely"? Appendix B of The Lord of the Rings spells it out clearly, albeit as a timeline entry: "2850. Gandalf again enters Dol Guldur, and discovers that its master is indeed Sauron, who is gathering all the Rings and seeking for news of the One, and of Isildur's Heir. He finds Thrain and receives the key of Erebor. Thrain dies in Dol Guldur."

Wasn't it also mentioned in the book proper at the council at Rivendell?
 
Chapter 51, 52
Well, it's almost over folks. Soon, the suffering will finally be at an end. Cain has been defeated, Kaltain has been exposed, and I suppose all that's left to do is wrap up the awful love triangle (assuming this book has the courtesy to do so).

Chapter 51 opens with Dorian speaking to his father, who is pondering if Chaol should be punished for killing Cain:

You're my father," he said carefully. "I would trust that the choice you made was correct."

"What a cunning liar you are! Almost as good as Perrington."

"So you won't punish Chaol?"

"I see no reason why I should rid myself of a perfectly capable Captain of the Guard."

Dorian sighed. "Thank you, Father." The gratitude in his eyes was genuine.

"Is there anything else?" asked the king offhandedly.

"I—" Dorian glanced at the window, then back at his father, steeling his nerve once more. The second reason he'd come. "I want to know what you're going to do with the assassin," he said, and his father smiled in a way that made Dorian's blood run cold.

"The assassin . . . ," his father mused. "She was rather disgraceful at the duel; I don't know if I can have a blubbering woman as my Champion, poison or no. If she'd been really good, she would have noticed the poison before she drank. Perhaps I should send her back to Endovier."

Dorian's temper flared with dizzying speed. "You're wrong about her," he began, but then shook his head. "You'll not see her otherwise, no matter what I tell you."

Once again, we have a glimpse into the mind of this incredibly complex and nuanced character. Normally, he kills a kitten every day, but sometimes he doesn't, which means he is now "morally grey."

That said, the king goes on to point out that Celaena is, after all a murderer by trade, which isn't exactly the most noble or honourable profession out there. During the subsequent conversation, Dorian lets slip his greatest fear - the Celaena will be taken away from her - thus giving his father something he can use against him...which means I can re-use this:



The conversation shifts to the Ellywe rebels, and Dorian tells his father that Perrington wants to use Nehemia as a hostage to "make the rebels obey." I'm not sure that a band of rebels willing to fight to the death for their independence would consider the life of a princess worth their struggle, but then again I don't know anything about feudal politics besides the wacky shit I get up to in Crusader Kings 3.

Cut to Celaena, who wakes up covered in bandages. And since she's in bed, that means...you guessed it!

The door to her chambers opened, and she found Nehemia standing in the doorway. The princess only smiled slightly at her as she closed the bedroom door and approached. Fleetfoot lifted her head, her tail slapping against the bed as she wagged it in earnest.

"Hello," Celaena said in Eyllwe.

"How are you feeling?" Nehemia replied in the common tongue, without a hint of her accent. Fleetfoot climbed over Celaena's sore legs to greet the princess.

"Exactly how I look," Celaena said, her mouth aching at the movement.

Nehemia explains that her "powers" allowed her to see all the crazy things that Celaena saw during her duel. Specifically, the bloodbane poison allows one to see "beyond the veil of the world." Normally it doesn't do this, she says, but it reacted to something in her blood, saying "Magic calls to magic." Which is more support for my prediction that Celaena has some kind of Fae ancestry, or something else to mark her as "special."

She goes on to explain that she lied about having no knowledge of wyrdmarks:

I know all about them. I know how to read them—and how to use them. My entire family does, but we keep it a secret, passed down from generation to generation. They are only to be used as a last defense against evil, or in the gravest of illnesses. And here, with magic banned . . . well, even though the Wyrdmarks are a different kind of power, I'm sure that if people discovered I was using them, I'd be imprisoned for it."

She also reveals that Cain has been using Wyrdmarks to summon demons from the "Otherworld." For a second I read that as "Outworld" and thought that maybe we were doing a crossover with Mortal Kombat. The truth, alas, is far less interesting. The reason that Nehemia has been absent so often is that she's been banishing the creatures Cain has summoned (since he doesn't know enough about demon summoning to put down that which he calls forth). Gee, that sounds much more interesting than what Celaena got up during that period! Why couldn't this story have been about that?

Nehemia cleared her throat. "I suppose you wish to know how I saved you."

"If you're so willing," Celaena said, and the princess grinned.

"With the Wyrdmarks, I was able to open a portal into one of the realms of the Otherworld—and let through Elena, first queen of Adarlan."

"You know her?" Celaena raised an eyebrow.

"No—but she answered my call for help. Not all realms are full of darkness and death. Some are filled with creatures of good—beings that, if our need is great enough, will follow us into Erilea to help in our task. She heard your plea for help long before I opened the portal."

"Is it . . . is it possible to go to these other worlds?" Celaena vaguely recalled the Wyrdgates that she'd stumbled across in that book months and months ago.

Nehemia studied her carefully. "I don't know. My schooling isn't yet completed. But the queen was both in and not in this world.

Oh god...the ellipsis abuse...it's too much...someone call an editor...

So essentially, this entire chapter has been on big infodump. Not exactly David Weber sized, but sizable nonetheless.

Chapter 52 opens with...oh come on, you KNOW what's going to happen:

Celaena awoke the next day, unsure what time it was. There had been a knock on her door, and she blinked the sleep from her eyes in time to see Dorian enter. He stared at her for a moment from the doorway, and she managed a smile. "Hello," she said hoarsely. She remembered him carrying her, holding her down as the healers stitched her leg . . .

Note that he knocks, and then enters without even waiting for a response. That's, uh, not how knocking on doors is supposed to work, my dude.

Dorian opened an eye. "He'll be fine. He took yesterday and today off. I think he needs it." Celaena's heart tightened. "You shouldn't feel responsible," he said, turning onto his side to look directly into her face. "He did what he saw fit."

"Yes, but—"

"No," insisted Dorian. "Chaol knew what he was doing." He brushed a finger down her cheek. His finger was icy, but she held in her shiver. "I'm sorry," he said again, taking his finger from her face. "I'm sorry I didn't save you."

He feels guilty that he didn't stop the duel when it become apparent that she had been poisoned, and he's all like, "Damn it, I should have cut him open the moment he started get all demon-y!"

This whole conversation feels...off. It's hard to point to one specific thing, but the way Dorian talks and thinks just doesn't ring true from a male perspective. It feels like r/WomenWritingMen material, to be honest.

"Dorian," she began, and he flicked her on the nose. "Ow," she said, wrinkling her nose. Though her face was peppered with bruises, miraculously, Cain hadn't marred her in any permanent way, though the cut on the leg would leave yet another scar.

"Yes?" he said, resting his chin on her head.

She listened to the sound of his heart beating, the steadiness of it. "When you retrieved me from Endovier—did you actually think I'd win?"

"Of course. Why else would I have bothered to journey so far to find you?"

She snorted onto his chest, but he gently lifted her chin. His eyes were familiar—like something she'd forgotten. "I knew you'd win the moment I met you," he whispered, and her heart writhed as she understood what lay before them. "Though I'll admit that I didn't quite see this coming. And . . . no matter how frivolous and twisted that competition was, I'm grateful it brought you into my life. As long as I live, I'll always be thankful for that."

Well, at least Celaena wasn't injured in any way that might affect her looks. That's the important thing, right?

Seated on his glass throne, the King of Adarlan stroked Nothung's pommel.

*giggle* *snort*

Heh-heh, stroked his pommel.

But there was a man somewhere in Dorian—a man who could be honed into a warrior. Perhaps a few months at the battlefront would do him some good. A helmet and a sword could do wondrous things to a young man's temperament. And after that show of will and power in his throne room . . . Dorian could be a strong general, if he was pushed.

And as for the assassin . . . once her injuries were healed, what better person to have at his bidding? Besides, there were no others in whom he could place his trust. Celaena Sardothien was his best and only choice now that Cain was dead.

So the fact that his son got pissed when he threatened to send his girlfriend away means that "he could be a strong general"? Excuse me, but what? How does that indicate anything about his suitability to lead troops into battle? Has Dorian even studied military theory? On top of that, it doesn't seem terribly wise for the king put his only heir on the battlefront.

(Damn, you know the politics of a story are bad when even *I* can find problems with them). And there's the fact that the king still thinks that he can "trust" Celaena even though he has absolutely zero reason to.

The king traced a mark on the glass arm of his seat. He was well versed in Wyrdmarks, but he'd never seen one like hers. He would find out. And if it were an indication of some fell deed or prophecy, he'd have the girl hanging by nightfall. Seeing her thrash about while drugged had almost convinced him to order her death. But then he'd felt them—felt the angry and furious eyes of the dead . . . Someone had interfered and saved her. And if these creatures both protected and attacked her . . .

He decides that no, she's not going to die right away...at least not until he learns the meaning of the Wyrdmark that appeared on her forehead during the battle. It's then revealed that he's been talking with Perrington, revealing that they've been dabbling in dark magic themselves:

The treachery of Lady Kaltain was disturbing, but had he known of Perrington's plan to reveal her character—even to prove how easily she'd adapt to their plans, and how strong her determination ran—he would have prevented it. Such a public revelation only brought about irritating questions.

"It was clever of you to experiment on her. She's become a strong ally—and still suspects nothing of our influence. I have high hopes for this power," the king confided, looking at his own black ring. "Cain proved the physical transformative effects, and Kaltain proves the ability to influence thoughts and emotions. I would like to test its full ability to hone the minds of a few others."

Perrington suggests that, after Kaltain has spent some time in the dungeon, they will "make her an offer she can't refuse," the nature of which is not revealed. Obviously, this whole bit is setting up for the next novel in the series, and with that we end the chapter. Only three more to go after this, folks!
 
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On top of that, it doesn't seem terribly wise for the king put his only heir on the battlefront.
Maybe not, but with the kind of kingdom this seems to be, a would-be king who hasn't gotten his sword bloody probably won't command respect from the nobility. Better the chance of death on the field than a near-certainty of a civil war.
 
Chapter 53, 54, 55
All right, I'm going to finish this book in one post. I've already got another Let's Read planned...one that involves a novel that ought to be much more enjoyable (but whose author has, shall we day, very dubious opinions).

We pick up a week after the fateful duel. Celaena is still walking with a limp, but she's already planning to go out on a shopping spree. And of course, she's sitting alone in her room, which means...

Her doorknob clicked and her heart leapt into her throat. Was it time to finally sign her contract with the king? But it wasn't Dorian or Nehemia, not even a page. The world stopped when Chaol entered instead.

KNOCK ON HER DOOR! KNOCK NEXT TIME!

They have a heart-to-heart about killing Cain, and his revelations about what happened to Celaena's parents. Remember, this is a YA fantasy, which means parents everywhere are dropping like flies. And then Dorian strolls into the room and ruins the moment:

Dorian faced her as Chaol left. But Celaena remained watching the door, even after Chaol had shut it behind him. "I don't think he's recovered well from killing Cain," Dorian said.

"Obviously," she snapped. Dorian raised his brows, and she sighed. "I'm sorry."

"You two looked like you were in the middle of . . . something," Dorian said cautiously.

"It's nothing. I just felt bad for him, is all."

"I wish he hadn't run off that quickly. I have some good news." Her stomach twisted. "My father stopped dragging his feet about drawing up your contract. You're to sign it in his council chamber tomorrow."

"You mean—you mean I'm officially the King's Champion?"

Once again, it's bizarre that Celaena has never once, as far as I can recall, come to the realisation that, at some point, she's going to have to choose between one of these dudes.

He moves to kiss her, but she tells him that they can't be together now that she's the king's champion. I mean, being close to the prince might mean he'll start put all sorts of ideas in her head about hastening the succession process a bit. Of course, the king REALLY should have thought of that BEFORE he let his underlings chose his champion for him.

He opened his mouth, but stopped as he beheld her smile. Though she had no regrets about her choice, she felt something strangely like disappointment when he said, "As you wish."

"But I'd like to remain your friend."

He put his hands in his pockets. "Always."

Welcome to the friendzone. Population: You.

Now we move on to Chapter 54, which begins with Chaol sitting in the dining room, brooding over the fact that he just killed a man. Given that he's a high-ranking member of militaristic, conquest-happy kingdom you'd think he'd be used to such things by now. At any rate, Celaena walks into the room reveals that she's ended things with Dorian.

We then cut Celaena as she visits Elena's ghost, who practically spells out the fact that Celaena is super-speshul.

You could be different," Elena said quietly. "You could be great. Greater than me—than any of us."

Celaena opened her mouth, but no words came out.

Elena took a step toward her. "You could rattle the stars," she whispered. "You could do anything, if you only dared. And deep down, you know it, too. That's what scares you most."

She walked to Celaena, and it was all the assassin could do to keep from backing out of the tomb and running away. The queen's blazing, glacier-blue eyes were as ethereal as her lovely face. "You found and defeated the evil Cain was bringing into the world. And now you're the King's Champion. You did as I asked."

Celaena thanks her for saving her life doing the duel, and Elena departs with the words "Blood ties can't be broken."

Is anyone surprised? Anyone at all?

All right, now on to chapter 55. THE LAST ONE!!!

It opens with Celaena approaching the titular throne of glass, preparing to sign the contract:

"You have come to sign your contract," the king said, and his voice made her bones splinter.

How can such a beastly man possess this sort of power over the world?

"Yes, Your Majesty," she said as submissively as possible, staring at the man's boots.

"Be my Champion, and you'll find yourself a free woman. Four years of service was the bargain you set with my son, though I cannot imagine why he felt the need to bargain with you," he said with a deadly glare in Dorian's direction. Dorian bit his lip, but said nothing.

She tells herself that, for the next four years, she'll do whatever terrible deeds the king requires, and then she can tell this whole shitty kingdom to piss off. Of course, something tells me that the king would probably find some way of keeping her around indefinitely if she proved to be particularly good at her job.

She dropped into a low bow, barely able to contain her joy. She had defeated him—she had sinned against his empire and now would emerge victorious. "Thank you for such an honor and gift, Your Majesty. I am your humble servant."

The king snorted. "Lying won't help you. Bring the contract forward." A councilman dutifully placed a piece of parchment on the table before her.

She stared at the quill and the blank line where her name was to go.

The king's eyes flashed, but she didn't bite. Just one sign of rebellion, one movement of aggression, and he'd hang her. "There will be no questioning on your part. When I tell you to do something, you will do it. I don't need to explain myself to you. And if you somehow are caught, you will deny any connection to me to your last breath. Is that clear?"

I love how he demands gratitude in an extremely imperious manner, and then when said gratitude is given he's all like, "You're a goddamn liar, you are."

To ensure her loyalty, the king tells her that if she "forgets" to return from one of her missions, he'll have her "friend" Chaol killed. And if she still doesn't come back, she'll then have Nehemia killed. Then he'll kill her brothers...and then her mother. Once again, we are reminded that this incredibly nuanced and complex character is, in fact, a bit of a twat.

Celaena signs the contract, and the king tells her to bugger off until she's called for. And then, at long last, the final paragraph:

With each step away from the chamber, the weight on her shoulders lifted. Chaol remained silent until they entered the stone castle, when he turned to her.

"Well, Champion," he said. He still wasn't wearing his sword.

"Yes, Captain?"

The corners of his mouth tugged upward. "Are you happy now?"

She didn't fight her own grin. "I may have just signed away my soul, but . . . yes. Or as happy as I can be."

"Celaena Sardothien, the King's Champion," he mused.

"What about it?"

"I like the sound of it," he said, shrugging. "Do you want to know what your first mission will be?"

She looked at his golden-brown eyes and all of the promises that lay within them, and linked her arm with his as she smiled. "Tell me tomorrow."

It's over...at long last it's OVER!

Now, I won't say that Throne of Glass is the worst fantasy novel I've read (that honour goes to Robert Newcomb's The Fifth Sorceress), but this book is...not good. Now, I will admit I'm probably not in its target audience (the author's books are extremely popular, so obviously they're appealing to SOMEONE), but there are two glaring flaws with this novel. The first is that it never establishes that Celaena is actually the badass assassin she claims she is. When a story continually builds up a character like, then the author is effectively writing IOUs to the reader. At some point those IOUs are going to come do, and if you can't actually make good on that promise then your readers are probably going to throw the book against the wall.

Furthermore, the protagonist of Throne of Glass is...unlikable, to say the least. Now, unlikable protagonists can work if they're interesting, but Celaena is just a whining narcissist who doesn't seem to realise that being a good assassin means not drawing attention to yourself. And that whole bit about finding a pile of candy on her bed and then scarfing it down without a thought was really dumb of her.

The second major issue is pacing...this novel takes bloody forever to get into the action, instead choosing to spin its wheels with an insipid love triangle. The supposed "contest of assassins" is largely glossed over, and it's not until the very end that something actually happens!

Needless to say, I don't think I'll be reading any of the sequels.
 
So, Nehemia ends up dying? Why would the author kill off the only halfway-interesting character in the book?
To motivate the main character and further her character arc. I heard that apparently even Nehemia literally says at one point while in some spirit world thing that she let herself die for Celaena's sake, but that was a bit farther than where I read.

So…basically the only black character up until that point got fridged to motivate a white woman and fuel her angst.
 
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