Vol. XII · No. 47
Printed at Undertowers, in the Westmarch
Price: One Penny, or a Half-pound of Leaf
Book notices, warnings & enthusiasms from the far side of the Shire
Highday, 24th Afterlithe, S.R. 1426
Weekly, weather and appetite permitting
Eleven pages, one of them advertisements
Front Page › Reviews
7 notices to date. Books not finished are listed but never rated — see the Larder Scale for why.
A shaggy, warm-hearted bar where regulars solve each other's crises one atrocious pun at a time, and at least one patron isn't entirely human. The kindest book about drinking I've read.
A magistrate hunts a dead murderer's stolen death-mask across a city built on memory-magic, told in three interlocking timelines. Bleaker than anything else on this shelf, and I mean that as praise.
A duke's son is delivered into the hands of a religion his own family's covert operatives engineered a messiah for. Still the ecological and political epic everything since has been chasing.
A boy engineered from age seven to be a supervillain finally meets a moral question the adults around him can't answer. Sharper than its shelf suggests.
A circular, escalating satire of a man trying to survive a war by the exact rules the war uses to make survival impossible. Less funny and more true every time I reread it.
A snarky, ancient djinni footnotes his way through a heist plotted by a boy magician with a grudge. The funniest voice I've read in fantasy in years.
A boy with nothing left takes the lowest job on a trading ship and slowly gets good at it. Low stakes, high comfort.
One issue a week, on Highday morning. Three or four notices, whatever I've abandoned, and nothing else. No post on weeks I've only been rereading.