I read THE NINTH RAIN by JEN WILLIAMS and ā¦
On the world of Sarn, Noon is a fell-witch. She is forced to live in the Winnowry, where all fell-witches are enslaved. Noon is dangerous because she has the magic of winnow fire inside her which she can barely control; but sheās innocent, guilty of no crime, a prisoner held against her will and she wants out of the Winnowry. Ā Patient, calculating, smart, Noon longs to feel the wind on her face again, the earth beneath her feet, to be free, to be slave to no one. So when she spies her chance, she takes it, escaping her prison on the back of a giant bat. Yes ā¦ A GIANT BLOODY BAT! It canāt get any better than this! Oh ā¦ but it can and it does . . .
Jen Williams is back with style. After the huge success of The Copper Cat Trilogy, she finds her A game again with a cracking story that grips you by the heart and doesnāt let go. The Ninth Rain is a traditional fantasy given a modern shake up and it isnāt quite like anything I can remember reading before. The landscapes of Sarn are wondrous, history is mysterious and mythic, the plot is full of peril and curiosity, thereās monsters, magic, mayhem, and a bunch of characters you wonāt forget once you stop reading.
Free now, Noon joins forces with a couple of travellers. Lady Vicenza de Grazon (Vintage to her friends, donāt you know) comes from a well-to-do family but is something of a rogue. An adventurer, explorer and scientist who might not observe her own safety as much as she should when thereās something interesting to investigate. And then thereās Tormalin. He hails from the ancient race of the Eborans, who once sustained their long lives by drinking the sap of the tree-god Ygseril, but now have to make do with drinking blood. Noon accompanies Vintage and Tormalin as they search for artefacts of the monstrous Jureālia, Sarnās age old enemy who havenāt been seen in the skies for centuries. But new discoveries make our unlikely companions wonder if the Jureālia are preparing to invade again.
If this is the case, then Sarn is in the doggie-doo. The Eborans have always been the worldās protectors. Throughout history they fought alongside the magical champions sent by the tree-god Ygseril, defeating the Jureālia in war after war. But Ygseril is dead, perishing after the last invasion, producing no more champions or life-preserving sap. The Eboran empire is crumbling, its people dying out and fading into myth. Tormalin is one of the few warriors left who remembers the last war, and he knows more so than Noon and Vintage that if the Jureālia return thereāll be no hope for Sarn unless Ygseril can bring the Ninth Rain.
Twice before Iāve predicted a novelās destiny. Iām quite proud of this, so listen up. Two separate books by two different authors, and I predicted that they would be recognised for their importance and quality. Both of them went on to win awards. And now (drum roll please) I make a new prediction: The Ninth Rain will be recognised as one of the best fantasies of 2017. Immersive, intriguing, imaginative - this is a brilliant book by an author who really is in command of what sheās doing, and I canāt wait to find out what happens next.Ā
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