The Frugal Wizard’s Handbook for Surviving Medieval England (Secret Projects 2)

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Near the fire, Lord Ealstan and a tall woman—I assumed his wife—were speaking with the two messengers. They were facing him, but I could see them from the side, in profile. I wasn’t given much time to think about it, as the guard returned. He seemed a good-natured fellow, and eagerly held the door open for us. He even bowed to her as she entered. Poets were given a lot of respect here, it seemed. Miss Bushman, my middle school English teacher, would have been proud.

Except, they hadn’t described me. But she’d said our accents were similar? Hell, I really needed more information. That had just kind of slipped out. But it was the second time I’d done something of the sort. So, was that a clue to who I was? I was some kind of…reviewer? Who rated, um, trees? I wouldn’t have guessed that was a job, but “imitation peasant” seemed to be one, so who knew? I stopped reading, the words blurring as my eyes unfocused. I remembered. Not everything, not even very much—but a tiny piece snapped into place.Una trama senzilla, entretenida y divertida, con unos personajes funcionales y con un humor particular (que a mí me ha gustado). No os acerquéis a este libro pensando que vais a descubrir la mejor novela de Sanderson, porque Michael Kramer and Kate Reading are beyond pros in the narration world. They are a dynamic duo that always do a superb job and really I can't say enough about how well they narrate EVERYTHING they do together. I was able to listen at my usual 1.5x speed. No me ha gustado nada, pero NADA el intento y digo intento de Brandon Sanderson de escribir con humor. No lo encontré para nada divertido y parece que se esfuerza demasiado, tanto que se nota de una manera que hasta da corte, por ser ingenioso. Fuerza tanto las cosas.

Sanderson’s experimental and bizarre comedic sci-fi novel with the theme of redemption will be a big hit or miss.I forced myself to wait a few tense minutes until, as I’d expected, a man in an orange cloak left the manor, accompanied by two soldiers—at least, they carried long, one-handed axes and round, wooden shields. No armor that I could see. They had a vaguely Viking look to them. This had to be where I’d find the more important people in the town—like perhaps the man with the deep voice who had spoken authoritatively to the others. Indeed, though I couldn’t tell for certain, it seemed that light was coming from in there. I suspect you’ll find this ridiculous,” she said, finally opening her eyes, but turning her head away from me. “But I’m not like you. I want to help these people.” What is it, Ealstan?” a timid man’s voice said—speaking perfect, modern English, albeit with an accent I couldn’t quite place. It sounded vaguely European. “Landswight?” I’m known there,” I said. “Look, we’re not greedy—we didn’t need much. Just a little to get us on our way. We wanted your lord to get all frightened because he’d seen an eelev, then pay us to leave.” I gave an upside down shrug. “My friends aren’t going to be happy I got caught, by the way.”

Of course I do,” I said. “I promise you, I just wanted to grift a little. A warm meal. We weren’t going to scam anyone hard—we’re off for bigger winnings elsewhere, and just were running low on supplies.” Don't get me wrong. I adore his writing. And I marvel at his production. But the sheer volume of individual letters an characters it is going to take to finish 5 more complete Stormlight novels is staggering! The novellas not withstanding.

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plus pale skin and delicate features through the face,” she finished. “Also note the perfect teeth and pristine nails. Though I’ve never seen an aelv, I know the lore, Little Father. This man matches the descriptions perfectly.” The other big idea that led to this was one I’ve had for years about “time-travel tourism.” A lot of time travel stories focus on changing (or not changing) the present. I wanted to throw that worry out the window and play with the idea of “past as playground.” You can hear Dan and I discuss this concept (though I’d already written this book in secret by then) on episode 18 of our Intentionally Blank podcast: “Time Travel Disaster Tourism.” As these two ideas melded into “Time Traveling Jason Bourne,” I knew I had something that would be fun. Los personajes secundarios también fueron un disfrute, divertidos, románticos y los malos bien malos malos. 😎 As I thought of it, by instinct, I brought up a display that hung in my vision, visible only to me. It listed my platings, and their status. Looking at that…I had platings from the tips of my fingers all the way up to my elbows. It also worked for force-redistribution and gave me some strength advantages, mostly in gripping ability.

Footnote Two) Legal disclaimer: This statement is made for entertainment purposes only. Dimensions are, technically, infinite and we cannot “run out.” Chapter Three The Hope of Elantris · The Emperor's Soul · Shadows for Silence in the Forests of Hell · Sixth of the Dusk) Regardless, it didn’t look like I’d arrived at a “suitable location” to recuperate. I’d woken up in the middle of a field. A burning field. The review almost wrote itself. “An ideal experience, if you happen to be a pyromaniac cow. One star.” I followed behind as she took one of the lamps, blew out the others, and we finally left the room. Turned out, we’d been in some kind of side chamber of the great hall, pretty close to where I’d been dropped. I guess that made sense. Esta novela no está dentro del Cosmere del autor, así que es una historia que pueden leer sin preocuparse de sus conexiones con otros libros, además, tiene un tono que se acercó mucho más a lo que hizo con la saga de Alcatraz que a sus novelas de fantasía o ciencia ficción.From #1 New York Times bestselling author Brandon Sanderson―creator of The Stormlight Archive, the Mistborn Saga, and countless bestselling works of science fiction and fantasy―comes this captivating standalone adventure that meshes Jason Bourne, epic fantasy, and time travel. This is a fun, silly adventure story, but ultimately it's more surface level than I've come to expect from Sanderson and left me with a ton of unanswered questions about the world and shallow characters. Normalmente me ciño a la cita de mi estimado Xabi. Que para gustos, los colores, los culos y las flores. Pero en este caso con toda honestidad, no sé qué leches le ven.