The Goblin Emperor by Katherine Addison (English) Paperback Book

Description: The Goblin Emperor by Katherine Addison The youngest half-goblin son of the Emperor lived his life in exile, distant from the Imperial Court. But when his father and the three sons in line for the throne die in an "accident," he must take his place as the only surviving heir. Entirely unschooled in the art of court politics, he has no friends, no advisors, and the knowledge that... FORMAT Paperback LANGUAGE English CONDITION Brand New Publisher Description The youngest half-goblin son of the Emperor lived his life in exile, distant from the Imperial Court. But when his father and the three sons in line for the throne die in an "accident," he must take his place as the only surviving heir. Entirely unschooled in the art of court politics, he has no friends, no advisors, and the knowledge that whoever assassinated his father and brothers could make an attempt on his life at any time. Surrounded by sycophants eager to curry favor with the naive new emperor, he can trust nobody. Amid the swirl of plots to depose him, offers of arranged marriages, and the specter of the unknown conspirators who lurk in the shadows, he must adjust to life as the Goblin Emperor...vigilant against unseen enemies, lest he lose his throne - or life. Author Biography KATHERINE ADDISONs short fiction has been selected by The Years Best Fantasy and Horror and The Years Best Science Fiction. The Goblin Emperor won the 2015 Locus Award for Best Fantasy Novel and was a finalist for the Hugo, the Nebula, and the World Fantasy Award. The Angel of the Crows was nominated for the 2021 Locus Award. As Sarah Monette, she is the author of the Doctrine of Labyrinths series and co-author, with Elizabeth Bear, of the Iskryne series. She lives near Madison, Wisconsin. Review "Striking. . . . Written in a controlled, almost Kazuo Ishiguro-an style. . . .The style and setting and court language stay with you."--New York Times "Challenging, invigorating, and unique. If courtly intrigue is your wine of choice, The Goblin Emperor is the headiest vintage Ive come across in years." --Scott Lynch, bestselling author of The Lies of Locke Lamora "I liked it. Its a fantasy, a novel of court intrigue. Those of you who like that aspect of my own work will probably like The Goblin Emperor as well."--George R. R. Martin "Spellbinding. . . . Unreservedly recommended."--Kirkus, starred review "Fantastic." --Library Journal, starred review "Subtle, intricate, fascinating worldbuilding."--Katherine Arden, author of The Bear and the Nightingale "I enjoyed The Goblin Emperor a great deal. I was sucked right into her world of goblins, elves, and airships, and was anxious to the very end to find out how Maia, the unwanted halfblood son of the Emperor, who finds himself unexpectedly on the throne, learns to navigate the intrigues and danger of the imperial court. An engrossing read!" --Kristen Britain, New York Times bestselling author of Blackveil "Impressively elaborate worldbuilding underpins this lovely fantasy novel, but I couldnt put it down because of the heart-grippingly sympathetic main character."--Kate Elliott, bestselling author of Unconquerable Sun "The Goblin Emperor has one of the most lovable characters weve met in ages. . . . Remarkably compelling and fascinating."--iO9 "Ambitious and meticulously executed."--Publishers Weekly "Addison has built a completely believable world, complete with its own language, customs, and history, but there are tantalizingly familiar elements (such as newspapers and pocket watches) that make us wonder from whence this world came and whether it might have sprung from our own, in a distant future." --Booklist "The Goblin Emperor made me remember why I fell in love with the fantasy genre."--Jim C. Hines, bestselling author of Goblin Quest "A refreshing change from typical grimdark fantasy, focusing on kindness, empathy, and the personal growth of a reluctant ruler."--Times Now News "Katherine Addison has written a nuanced and compelling story. Her world is unusual and vivid, her characters affecting, and her storytelling subtle and deft. This is a book I will be thinking about for a long time. Highly recommended!" --D. B. Jackson, author of Thieftaker "The Goblin Emperor is a delicious tangle of court intrigue, murder, and an abused boys coming of age."--Pharaoh Francis, bestselling author of the Horngate Witches series Review Quote Katherine Addison has written a nuanced and compelling story. Her world is unusual and vivid, her characters affecting, and her storytelling subtle and deft. This is a book I will be thinking about for a long time. Highly recommended! Excerpt from Book 1 News Comes to Edonomee Maia woke with his cousins cold fingers digging into his shoulder. "Cousin? What…" He sat up, rubbing at his eyes with one hand. "What time is it?" "Get up!" Setheris snarled. "Hurry!" Obediently, Maia crawled out of bed, clumsy and sleep-sodden. "Whats toward? Is there a fire?" "Get thy clothes on." Setheris shoved yesterdays clothes at him. Maia dropped them, fumbling with the strings of his nightshirt, and Setheris hissed with exasperation as he bent to pick them up. "A messenger from the court. Thats whats toward." "A message from my father?" "Ist not what I said? Merciful goddesses, boy, canst do nothing for thyself? Here!" He jerked the nightshirt off, caring neither for the knotted strings nor for Maias ears, and shoved his clothes at him again. Maia struggled into drawers, trousers, shirt, and jacket, aware that they were wrinkled and sweat-stained, but unwilling to try Setheriss ill temper by saying so. Setheris watched grimly by the single candles light, his ears flat against his head. Maia could not find his stockings, nor would Setheris give him time to search. "Come along!" he said as soon as Maia had his jacket fastened, and Maia followed him barefoot out of the room, noticing in the stronger light that while Setheris was still properly and fully attired, his face was flushed. So he had not been wakened from sleep by the emperors messenger, but only because he had not yet been to bed. Maia hoped uneasily that Setheris had not drunk enough metheglin to mar the glossy perfection of his formal court manners. Maia ran his hands through his hair, fingers catching on knots in his heavy curls. It would not be the first time one of his fathers messengers had witnessed him as unkempt as a half-witted ragpickers child, but that did not help with the miserable midnight imaginings: So, tell us, how looked our son? He reminded himself it was unlikely his father ever asked after him in the first place and tried to keep his chin and ears up as he followed Setheris into the lodges small and shabby receiving room. The messenger was maybe a year or so older than Maia himself, but elegant even in his road-stained leathers. He was clearly full-blooded elvish, as Maia was his hair was milkweed-pale, and his eyes the color of rain. He looked from Setheris to Maia and said, "Are you the Archduke Maia Drazhar, only child of Varenechibel the Fourth and Chenelo Drazharan?" "Yes," Maia said, bewildered. And then bewilderment compounded bewilderment, as the messenger deliberately and with perfect dignity prostrated himself on the threadbare rug. "Your Imperial Serenity," he said. "Oh, get up, man, and stop babbling!" Setheris said. "We understood that you had messages from the Archdukes father." "Then you understand what we do not," the messenger said, rising again to his feet, as graceful as a cat. "We bear messages from the Untheileneise Court." Maia said hastily, merely to prevent the altercation from escalating, "Please, explain." "Your Serenity," the messenger said. "The airship Wisdom of Choharo crashed yesterday, sometime between sunrise and noon. The Emperor Varenechibel the Fourth, the Prince Nemolis, the Archduke Nazhira, and the Archduke Ciris were all on board. They were returning from the wedding of the Prince of Thu-Athamar." "And the Wisdom of Choharo crashed," Maia said slowly, carefully. "Yes, Serenity," said the messenger. "There were no survivors." For five pounding heartbeats, the words made no sense. Nothing made sense; nothing had made sense since he had woken with Setheriss grip hurting his shoulder. And then it was suddenly, pitilessly clear. As if from a very long distance away, he heard his own voice saying, "What caused the crash?" "Does it matter?" Setheris said. "Serenity," said the messenger with a deliberate nod in Maias direction. "They do not yet know. But the Lord Chancellor has sent Witnesses, and it is being investigated." "Thank you," said Maia. He knew neither what he felt nor what he ought to feel, but he knew what he ought to do, the next necessary thing. "You said … there are messages?" "Yes, Serenity." The messenger turned and picked up his dispatch case from where it lay on the side table. There was only one letter within, which the messenger held out. Setheris snatched the letter and broke the seal savagely, as if he still believed the messenger to be lying. He scanned the paper, his customary frown deepening into a black scowl, then flung it at Maia and stalked from the room. Maia grabbed at it ineffectually as it fluttered to the floor. The messenger knelt to retrieve it before Maia could and handed it to him without a flicker of expression. Maia felt his face heating, his ears lowering, but he knew better than to try to explain or apologize for Setheris. He bent his attention to the letter. It was from his fathers Lord Chancellor, Uleris Chavar: To the Archduke Maia Drazhar, heir to the imperial throne of Ethuveraz, greetings in this hour of greatest grief. Knowing that Your Imperial Serenity will want all honor and respect paid to your late father and brothers, we have ordered arrangements put in train for a full ceremonial funeral in three days time, that is, on the twenty-third instant. We will notify the five principalities, also Your Imperial Serenitys sister in Ashedro. We have already ordered the courier office to put airships at their disposal, and we have no doubt that they will use all necessary haste to reach the Untheileneise Court in good time for the funeral. We do not, of course, know what Your Imperial Serenitys plans may be, but we hold ourself ready to implement them. With true sorrow and unswerving loyalty, Uleris Chavar Maia looked up. The messenger was watching him, as impassive as ever; only the angle of his ears betrayed his interest. "I … we must speak with our cousin," he said, the constructions of the formal first person awkward and unaccustomed. "Do you … that is, you must be tired. Let us summon a manservant to tend to your needs." "Your Serenity is very kind," the messenger said, and if he knew that there were only two menservants in the entire household of Edonomee, he gave no sign. Maia rang the bell, knowing that birdlike Pelchara would be waiting eagerly for a chance to find out what was happening. Haru, who did all the outside work, was probably still asleep; Haru slept like the dead, and the whole household knew it. Pelchara popped in, his ears up and his eyes bright and inquisitive. "This gentleman," Maia said, mortified to realize that he did not know the messengers name, "has traveled hard. Please see that he has everything he requires." He faltered before the thought of explaining the news to Pelchara, mumbled, "I will be with my cousin," and hurried out. He could see light under Setheriss door, and could hear his cousins brisk, bristling stride. Let him not have stopped for the metheglin decanter, Maia thought, a brief, hopeless prayer, and tapped on the door. "Who ist?" At least he did not sound any drunker than he had a quarter hour ago. "Maia. May I-?" The door opened with savage abruptness, and Setheris stood in the opening, glaring. "Well? What chews on thy tail, boy?" "Cousin," Maia said, almost whispering, "what must I do?" "What must thou do ?" Setheris snorted laughter. "Thou must be emperor, boy. Must rule all the Elflands and banish thy kindred as thou seest fit. Why comst thou whining to me of what thou must do?" "Because I dont know." "Moon-witted hobgoblin," Setheris said, but it was contempt by reflex; his expression was abstracted. "Yes, cousin," Maia said meekly. After a moment, Setheriss eyes sharpened again, but this time without the burning anger. "Thou wishst advice?" "Yes, cousin." "Come in," Setheris said, and Maia entered his cousins bedchamber for the first time. It was as austere as Setheris himself-no mementoes of the Untheileneise Court, no luxuries. Setheris waved Maia to the only chair and himself sat on the bed. "Thourt right, boy. The wolves are waiting to devour thee. Hast thou the letter?" "Yes, cousin." Maia handed Setheris the letter, now rather crumpled and the worse for wear. Setheris read it, frowning again, but this time his ears were cocked thoughtfully. When he had finished, he folded the letter neatly, his long white fingers smoothing the creases. "He presumes much, does Uleris." "He does?" And then, realizing: "Dost know him?" "We were enemies for many years," Setheris said, shrugging it aside. "And I see he has not changed." "What meanst thou?" "Uleris Details ISBN0765365685 Author Katherine Addison Year 2015 ISBN-10 0765365685 ISBN-13 9780765365682 Media Book Pages 512 Publisher Starscape Short Title GOBLIN EMPEROR Language English DEWEY 813.6 Format Paperback Country of Publication United States AU Release Date 2015-03-03 NZ Release Date 2015-03-03 US Release Date 2015-03-03 UK Release Date 2015-03-03 Publication Date 2015-03-03 Imprint Starscape Audience General We've got this At The Nile, if you're looking for it, we've got it. With fast shipping, low prices, friendly service and well over a million items - you're bound to find what you want, at a price you'll love! TheNile_Item_ID:92006279;

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