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dreamerfreak's review against another edition
adventurous
funny
lighthearted
medium-paced
- Plot- or character-driven? A mix
- Strong character development? No
- Loveable characters? It's complicated
- Diverse cast of characters? No
- Flaws of characters a main focus? Yes
3.5
Content Warnings
Graphic: Violence, Injury/Injury detail, and Blood
tracey_stewart's review against another edition
4.0
I loved most of this book.
I loved Leith, the eponymous Prince of Ill Luck. Born under a curse which causes misfortune to follow him like a huge and malevolent shadow, he absolutely can’t catch a break (unless it's literal). He is constantly bumped and bruised and broken, and is living proof that what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger. But the ill luck is also that of those around him: wherever he goes, calamity follows. Cattle plagues, fishing hauls dropping from bumper crop to empty nets … earthquakes … Whatever he does, wherever he goes, terrible things happen. Finally, his father the king sends him off to marry a distant princess. Unfortunately Leith + ship = shipwreck, and he – possibly the only survivor – is washed onto an unknown shore, and has to decide whether to seek out people, and thereby endanger them, or figure out some lonely alternative. In his wanderings, he comes upon a horse, also wandering loose: a beautiful black stallion, small but perfect. (Valadan, the horse somehow communicates to him.) Leith – eventually – captures him, not only for the simple reason that riding will be easier than walking but also because the money from selling the horse might make the difference his life needs.
When he arrives on a certain beach, however, he decides to try something different with the amazing little horse: there is a competition going on, young men attempting to take their horses up a hill of glass to claim a gold ring at the top. A gold ring is worth money – maybe, he thinks, he can take advantage of the weird communication he has with Valadan, and the stallion’s extraordinary agility, to claim the ring – and sell it instead of the horse, which he is more and more reluctant to do.
And it works.
Sort of.
The fly in the ointment is that the ring isn’t the real prize; it is only the immediate proof that the task has been accomplished. The real prize for accomplishing the task is the hand of the Lady Kessalia in marriage. Leith is dismayed – this is not what he had planned – but not nearly as dismayed as Kess: she has no intention of marrying. The whole competition was meant as a distraction, as she worked out her plans to go off in search of her mother, who disappeared years before; her father went to look for her, and has not been seen since. And now she just can’t be rid of Leith. He is a man of honor – he will not let a young (very young) woman go off into the unknown by herself … and, too (mostly), once he learns that Kess’s mother is a witch, he wants to meet her. Maybe she can alleviate, or even remove, the curse.
And here’s where the book lost a lot of love. Valadan, of course, is as always wonderful. The story is grand, or begins so. Leith is steadfast and cheerful in the face of the most abysmal happenings, but not to a degree where I wanted to drown him myself. He has had a horrible life from the moment of his birth, and has managed to reach adulthood scarred (internally and externally) but generous, devout, and surprisingly optimistic. As I said, I love Leith.
Kess, though … She’s shockingly awful. She’s spoiled, is part of it, and also she hasn't had an easy life herself - her mother's witchyness has led to ostracism for Kess. So some anti-social behavior is understandable. But Kess goes well beyond simple brat. She is self-centered, self-absorbed: anyone else in her vicinity only exists insofar as they can serve and obey her. Otherwise they need to just shut up and get out of her way. Or else. When Leith comes into her vicinity and refuses to leave it even when ordered, even when shrieked at, even when she tries stealth to escape him, she takes to abusing him. He is a gullible sort, so desperate for a way to turn his luck and spare not only himself but those around him that he will do anything she suggests, not suspecting for a good long while how evil she is. When finally he realizes that she is telling him to do painful and humiliating and ridiculous things just to inflict pain and humiliation and ridicule on him, he stops listening, finally – but he still refuses to leave … why, then she simply resorts to poison.
Literally.
She poisons him.
I hate Kessalia.
Her behavior is extreme, inexcusable, and unredeemable, she quickly became one of my most-hated characters in all of fiction, and not very far into the book I made a note that this would be a wallbanger if Leith and Kess ended the book married. (Wallbanger: book which makes a bang when flung against the wall.) I won’t spoil the ending, but it was not what I would have chosen.
The writing is excellent. The characters, even the hateful Kess, are well-drawn; I couldn’t hate Kess with such a passion if she hadn’t been given life by the writing. The plot never does just what is expected, which is good, and the story as a whole is lovely, weaving fairy tale elements into a realistic and heart-felt tale.
If only the female lead wasn’t a sadist.
I loved Leith, the eponymous Prince of Ill Luck. Born under a curse which causes misfortune to follow him like a huge and malevolent shadow, he absolutely can’t catch a break (unless it's literal). He is constantly bumped and bruised and broken, and is living proof that what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger. But the ill luck is also that of those around him: wherever he goes, calamity follows. Cattle plagues, fishing hauls dropping from bumper crop to empty nets … earthquakes … Whatever he does, wherever he goes, terrible things happen. Finally, his father the king sends him off to marry a distant princess. Unfortunately Leith + ship = shipwreck, and he – possibly the only survivor – is washed onto an unknown shore, and has to decide whether to seek out people, and thereby endanger them, or figure out some lonely alternative. In his wanderings, he comes upon a horse, also wandering loose: a beautiful black stallion, small but perfect. (Valadan, the horse somehow communicates to him.) Leith – eventually – captures him, not only for the simple reason that riding will be easier than walking but also because the money from selling the horse might make the difference his life needs.
When he arrives on a certain beach, however, he decides to try something different with the amazing little horse: there is a competition going on, young men attempting to take their horses up a hill of glass to claim a gold ring at the top. A gold ring is worth money – maybe, he thinks, he can take advantage of the weird communication he has with Valadan, and the stallion’s extraordinary agility, to claim the ring – and sell it instead of the horse, which he is more and more reluctant to do.
And it works.
Sort of.
The fly in the ointment is that the ring isn’t the real prize; it is only the immediate proof that the task has been accomplished. The real prize for accomplishing the task is the hand of the Lady Kessalia in marriage. Leith is dismayed – this is not what he had planned – but not nearly as dismayed as Kess: she has no intention of marrying. The whole competition was meant as a distraction, as she worked out her plans to go off in search of her mother, who disappeared years before; her father went to look for her, and has not been seen since. And now she just can’t be rid of Leith. He is a man of honor – he will not let a young (very young) woman go off into the unknown by herself … and, too (mostly), once he learns that Kess’s mother is a witch, he wants to meet her. Maybe she can alleviate, or even remove, the curse.
And here’s where the book lost a lot of love. Valadan, of course, is as always wonderful. The story is grand, or begins so. Leith is steadfast and cheerful in the face of the most abysmal happenings, but not to a degree where I wanted to drown him myself. He has had a horrible life from the moment of his birth, and has managed to reach adulthood scarred (internally and externally) but generous, devout, and surprisingly optimistic. As I said, I love Leith.
Kess, though … She’s shockingly awful. She’s spoiled, is part of it, and also she hasn't had an easy life herself - her mother's witchyness has led to ostracism for Kess. So some anti-social behavior is understandable. But Kess goes well beyond simple brat. She is self-centered, self-absorbed: anyone else in her vicinity only exists insofar as they can serve and obey her. Otherwise they need to just shut up and get out of her way. Or else. When Leith comes into her vicinity and refuses to leave it even when ordered, even when shrieked at, even when she tries stealth to escape him, she takes to abusing him. He is a gullible sort, so desperate for a way to turn his luck and spare not only himself but those around him that he will do anything she suggests, not suspecting for a good long while how evil she is. When finally he realizes that she is telling him to do painful and humiliating and ridiculous things just to inflict pain and humiliation and ridicule on him, he stops listening, finally – but he still refuses to leave … why, then she simply resorts to poison.
Literally.
She poisons him.
I hate Kessalia.
Her behavior is extreme, inexcusable, and unredeemable, she quickly became one of my most-hated characters in all of fiction, and not very far into the book I made a note that this would be a wallbanger if Leith and Kess ended the book married. (Wallbanger: book which makes a bang when flung against the wall.) I won’t spoil the ending, but it was not what I would have chosen.
The writing is excellent. The characters, even the hateful Kess, are well-drawn; I couldn’t hate Kess with such a passion if she hadn’t been given life by the writing. The plot never does just what is expected, which is good, and the story as a whole is lovely, weaving fairy tale elements into a realistic and heart-felt tale.
If only the female lead wasn’t a sadist.
pilardo's review against another edition
adventurous
funny
hopeful
fast-paced
- Plot- or character-driven? A mix
- Strong character development? Yes
- Loveable characters? Yes
- Diverse cast of characters? No
- Flaws of characters a main focus? Yes
4.0
Loved it, will definitely reread it and look for others in the same series/universe. Though the magic system isn’t particularly fleshed out, that didn’t distract from what the book was trying to be. It’s a classic heroic quest story, with an interesting enough premise and characters to keep from feeling tired.
alesia_charles's review
3.0
Another book that’s been sitting unread on our shelves for a while, which is a real shame, because it was a creative and fun read. It’s apparently first of a trilogy called “The Warhorse of Esdragon,” but it does just fine as a stand-alone novel (we haven’t got the other two).
The warhorse in question (Valadan) is not really a new idea – sired by the wind, don’t you know. The poor Prince Leith, though, with his horrible curse of bad luck, is a wonderful fellow and I like him very much. The Duke’s daughter Kessaline, on the other hand, is not nice at all, and I’m still not quite willing to believe they’re in love with each other at the end.
At any rate, Leith was shipwrecked, runs across the lost horse, winds up (with the horse) in the duchy of Esdragon, and accomplishes the task Kessaline had set for her suitors (climbing a glass mountain). This annoys her no end, since she’d intended the task to keep the suitors occupied while she slipped away to find her missing father (who went to look for her missing mother). On learning that her mother is a witch, Leith insists on accompanying her, in the hope that she’ll be able to remove the curse.
It’s a long scramble across a surprisingly unpopulated landscape, with key events including deliberate food poisoning, getting lost in a mine, slaying a chimera, and having two different parties looking for Kessaline catch up with them when they’re very close to their goal.
I enjoyed the book, except for Kess. I just can’t work up any sympathy for her, even though there are reasons for her aggravating nature. But I like Leith and Valadan, and the twisting of various fairy-tale themes in the novel. And I have to wonder if this series would do better in the current market, with Mercedes Lackey splashing fairy-tale adaptations all over the place, than it did back in the mid-eighties.
The warhorse in question (Valadan) is not really a new idea – sired by the wind, don’t you know. The poor Prince Leith, though, with his horrible curse of bad luck, is a wonderful fellow and I like him very much. The Duke’s daughter Kessaline, on the other hand, is not nice at all, and I’m still not quite willing to believe they’re in love with each other at the end.
At any rate, Leith was shipwrecked, runs across the lost horse, winds up (with the horse) in the duchy of Esdragon, and accomplishes the task Kessaline had set for her suitors (climbing a glass mountain). This annoys her no end, since she’d intended the task to keep the suitors occupied while she slipped away to find her missing father (who went to look for her missing mother). On learning that her mother is a witch, Leith insists on accompanying her, in the hope that she’ll be able to remove the curse.
It’s a long scramble across a surprisingly unpopulated landscape, with key events including deliberate food poisoning, getting lost in a mine, slaying a chimera, and having two different parties looking for Kessaline catch up with them when they’re very close to their goal.
I enjoyed the book, except for Kess. I just can’t work up any sympathy for her, even though there are reasons for her aggravating nature. But I like Leith and Valadan, and the twisting of various fairy-tale themes in the novel. And I have to wonder if this series would do better in the current market, with Mercedes Lackey splashing fairy-tale adaptations all over the place, than it did back in the mid-eighties.
cnohero's review
5.0
I read this as a teenager and absolutely loved these books. I need to reread them and see if they stand the test of time.
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