And I have just drawn a magic sword with a man inside and now I am discussing whether my fifteen-year-old niece can slaughter Aunt Malva’s guardsman. His wretched family descended on me a week ago. He doesn’t understand a lot about how this “decadent” society works, and he’s now magically bonded with a woman who knows more about housecleaning than she does about fighting mercenaries and bandits. It’s just that Sarkis is in a completely different part of the world from where he was born, many years separated from anything he’s familiar with, and he’s traditionally solved problems by hitting it with a weapon or setting it on fire. Being able to return to the sword and heal from any injury – even death – is not always a good thing.) (Owners who could either be kind, tolerable, or deeply, deeply unpleasant. Before he was imprisoned in the sword he’d already spent a few decades as a warrior, one who’d been very protective of the men and women warriors who served under him, and he’s remarkably blasé about being a magical servant for several centuries to whoever owned the blade. His initial reaction to the site of Halla’s breasts aside, Sarkis isn’t a prude, or a thug who thinks women need to know their place. Ursa – although she’s a saint, not a god – and the Saint of Steel, but he’s actually a god, not a saint, which is very confusing…” Well, there’s the Rat, and the Four-Faced God and the Dreaming God and the Forge God and the Lady of Grass and St. “How many gods do you have in this accursed land?” You don’t need to have read the previous series to follow what’s going on (although you really should, because they’re a hell of a lot of fun), you just need to know that this is set in a fantasy world where everyone understands that magic is a thing that exists – although they may not have much experience with it – and there are a lot of different gods and wide variety of sects who cater to those gods. Kingfisher’s Clocktaur War series, but several years on and with brand new characters. Swordheart takes place in the same world as T.
This is the point where a bad situation becomes really weird…
The sword she uses happens to be enchanted, and with a flash of blue flame Halla is suddenly standing in her cramped bedroom with her blouse open to her waist while the immortal swordsman who was imprisoned in the blade is shouting at her to put some clothes on. Middle-aged Halla has just inherited her great-uncle’s entire fortune, and now she has to seek legal help to defend her inheritance from her in-laws, who are contesting the will.Īnd if you don’t think that’s enough peril to set a fantasy story around, then you haven’t met Halla’s in-laws.ĭeciding that suicide is the least-worst option (and yes, the situation really is that bad), she tries to figure out how the whole “falling on your sword” thing is supposed to work.
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