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Canavan Trudi. Akkarin began to turn toward her, then stopped as Lorlen stood up and struck a gong. A globe light appeared above it, then floated up to the ceiling. The other Higher Magicians followed suit, then hundreds more globe lights floated up from the rest of the magicians, and the Guildhall was filled with brightness. For information, please call or write: Names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles and reviews. For information address Eos, an imprint of HarperCollins Publishers. Printed in the U. Thank you for your help, honesty and patience, and for reading this story over, and over, and over. If you downloadd this book without a cover, you should be aware that this book is stolen property.

It wasn't that they were all intimidated by her—or her guardian. Several novices had made an effort to include her in their conversations since the Challenge. But while she was happy to talk to them during lessons or midbreak, she always refused invitations to join them outside class.

She sighed and started down the University steps. Every friend she made was another tool the High Lord could use against her. If she ever found the opportunity to reveal his crimes to the Guild, everyone she cared about would be in danger. There was no sense in giving Akkarin a larger selection of victims to choose from.

Sonea thought back to the night, now over two and a half years ago, when she had slipped into the Guild with her friend Cery. Though she had believed the Guild wanted her dead, the risk seemed worth taking. She had not been able to control her powers, making her useless to the Thieves, and Cery had hoped that she might learn how to do so by watching magicians.

Late that night, after seeing much that fascinated her, she had approached a gray building set apart from the rest. Peering through a ventilation grille into an underground room, she had witnessed a black-robed magician performing strange magic. The magician took the glittering dagger and looked up at the servant.

I need your strength. The magician ran the blade over the man's skin, then placed a hand over the wound Sonea shivered as she remembered. She hadn't understood what she'd seen that night, and so much happened afterward, she had tried to forget. Her powers had grown so dangerous that the Thieves had turned her over to the Guild and she discovered that the magicians did not want to kill her; they decided she could join them. Then Lord Fergun had captured Cery and blackmailed her into cooperating with him.

The Warrior's plans had failed, however, when Cery was found imprisoned under the University, and Sonea consented to a truth-read by Administrator Lorlen to prove that Fergun had manipulated her. It was only during this mind-reading that her memory of the black-robed magician in that underground room had returned in full.

Lorlen had recognized the magician as his friend Akkarin, the High Lord of the Guild. He had also recognized the forbidden ritual of black magic. From Lorlen's mind, Sonea had gleaned an understanding of what a black magician was capable of. By using the forbidden art, Akkarin would have gained strength beyond his natural limit.

The High Lord was known to be unusually powerful as it was, but as a black magician he would be so powerful that Lorlen did not think even the combined strength of the Guild could defeat him. Lorlen had therefore decided that a confrontation with the High Lord was out of the question.

The crime must remain a secret until a way to deal with Akkarin safely was found. Only Rothen, the magician who was to be Sonea's guardian, was allowed to know the truth—in the course of teaching her he was likely to see her memory of Akkarin and learn the truth for himself anyway.

At the thought of Rothen she felt a pang of sadness, followed by a dull anger. Rothen had been more than a guardian and teacher; he had been like a father. She was not sure she could have endured Regin's harassment without Rothen's support and help. For his trouble, he had endured the effects of the malicious rumors that Regin had started suggesting that Rothen's guardianship was gained in exchange for bedroom favors.

And then, just as it seemed the gossip and suspicion had passed, everything had changed. Akkarin had come to Rothen's room to tell them that he had discovered that they knew of his secret.

He had read Lorlen's mind, and wanted to read theirs. Knowing that Akkarin was too powerful to fight, they dared not refuse. Afterward, she remembered, Akkarin had paced the room. She will ensure your silence. You will never cause anyone to know that I practice black magic while she is mine.

That confrontation had taken place so long ago, it felt as if it had happened to someone else, or to a character in a story she had heard. She had been Akkarin's favorite for a year and a half now and it was not as bad as she'd feared. He hadn't used her as a source of extra power, or tried to involve her in his evil practices. Aside from the sumptuous dinners she attended with him every Firstday evening, she rarely saw him at all.

When they did speak, it was only of her training in the University. Except for that one night, she thought. She slowed as she remembered. Many months ago, returning after classes, she had heard loud noises and shouting from below the residence. Descending the stairs to the underground room, she had witnessed Akkarin kill a man with black magic.

He had claimed the man was a Sachakan assassin, sent to murder him. You must be wondering who these people are, and why they want me dead. I can tell you only this: From time to time they send one of these, to test me. All novices studied the war between the Sachakan Empire and the Kyralian magicians. They were taught that the Kyralians had won the war by forming the Guild and sharing magical knowledge. Seven centuries later, the Sachakan Empire was all but gone and much of Sachaka remained a wasteland.

When she thought about it, it was not hard to believe that the Sachakans still hated the Guild. This was probably the reason, too, why Sachaka was not a member of the Allied Lands. Unlike Kyralia, Elyne, Vin, Lonmar and Lan, Sachaka was not bound to the agreement that all magicians must be taught and watched over by the Guild. It was possible magicians existed in Sachaka, though she doubted they were well trained. If they were a threat, surely the Guild knew about it.

Sonea frowned. Perhaps some magicians did know. Perhaps it was a secret only the Higher Magicians and the King were allowed to know. The King would not want ordinary people worrying about the existence of Sachakan magicians— unless the Sachakans became a serious threat, of course. Were these assassins threat enough? She shook her head. The occasional assassin sent to kill the High Lord wasn't a serious matter if he could fend them off easily enough.

She checked her stride. Perhaps the only reason Akkarin could fend them off was because he strengthened himself with black magic.

Her heart skipped a beat. That would mean the assassins were frighteningly strong. Akkarin had suggested that they knew he used black magic. They would not attack him without making sure they had a chance of killing him. Did this mean they, too, used black magic? She shivered. And each night I sleep in the same house as the man they're trying to kill. Perhaps this was why Lorlen hadn't come up with a way to get rid of Akkarin yet. Perhaps he knew Akkarin had a good reason for using black magic.

Perhaps he didn't intend to oust Akkarin at all. No, she thought. If Akkarin's reasons were honorable, I would not be his hostage. If he'd been able to prove his motives were good, he would have tried to, rather than have two magicians and a novice constantly searching for a way to defeat him. And if he was at all concerned for my wellbeing, why keep me in the residence, where the assassins are likely to strike?

She was sure Lorlen was concerned for her wellbeing. He would tell her, if he knew Akkarin's motives were honorable. He wouldn't want her to believe she was in a worse situation than she really was. Abruptly, she remembered the ring on Lorlen's finger. For more than a year, rumors had been circulating in the city about a killer who wore a silver ring with a red gemstone.

Just like the one Lorlen wore.

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But this had to be a coincidence. She knew a little of Lorlen's mind and she could not imagine Lorlen murdering anyone. Reaching the door of the residence, Sonea stopped and took a deep breath. What if the man Akkarin had killed hadn't been an assassin?

What if he had been a Sachakan diplomat who'd discovered Akkarin's crime, and Akkarin had lured him to the residence to kill him. She shook her head as if that would clear it of this fruitless speculation. For months she had considered these possibilities, going over and over what she had seen and been told. Every week she looked at Akkarin over the dinner table and wished she had the courage to ask him why he had learned black magic, but stayed silent.

If she could not be sure that the answers were truthful, why bother asking the questions? Reaching out, she brushed the handle of the door with her fingers.

As always, it swung inward at the lightest touch. She stepped inside. His tall, dark figure rose from one of the guestroom chairs. She felt a familiar twinge of fear and pushed it aside. A single globe light hovered above his head, casting his eyes into shadow.

His lips curled upward at one side as if he was mildly amused. Putting her case of books and notes down, Sonea entered the stairway and started climbing.

Akkarin's globe light floated up the center of the stairwell as he followed. Reaching the second level, she walked down the corridor and entered a room furnished with a large table and several chairs.

A delicious smell filled the air and set her stomach rumbling quietly. Akkarin's servant, Takan, bowed to her as she sat down, then left. Takan returned to the room carrying a large platter, from which he transferred several small bowls to the table, then strode away. Sonea waited until Akkarin began to select from the bowls, before loading her own plate with food.

And how is it different? It has no skin. She looked up to find him frowning, his gaze fixed on the wall behind her. His eyes shifted to hers, then he relaxed and looked down at the table.

Occasionally she arrived for the weekly dinner to find Takan waiting in the guestroom with the good news that the High Lord would not be attending. But only twice before had Akkarin left the meal early.

She shrugged and continued eating. As she finished the course, Takan reappeared. He stacked the bowls and plates onto the platter. Watching him, she noticed a tiny crease between his eyebrows.

He looks worried, she thought. Remembering her earlier speculations, she felt a chill run up her spine. Was Takan afraid that another assassin might enter the residence looking for Akkarin?

Suddenly she wanted only to get back to the University. She stood up and looked at the servant. Reading disappointment, she could not help feeling a pang of guilt.

He might be Akkarin's loyal servant, but he was also a gifted cook. Had he made a dish he was particularly proud of, and was dismayed that they were both leaving it uneaten?

He met her gaze briefly and, not for the first time, she caught a glimpse of a sharp intelligence there, not completely hidden behind his deferential manner.

Shall I bring it to your room when you return? Leaving the room, Sonea strode down the corridor and started down the stairs. She wondered again what part Takan played in Akkarin's secrets. She had witnessed Akkarin taking strength from Takan, yet Takan obviously hadn't been killed or harmed by it. And on the night of the assassination attempt, Akkarin had told her that Takan was from Sachaka. That brought up another question: And why did Takan sometimes call Akkarin "master" instead of "my lord?

Taking the slip of paper from the man, Lorlen read it, then nodded. Lorlen smiled grimly at his assistant. Osen had noted Lorlen's regular visits to the Guard House soon after they had begun.

The young man was observant, and Lorlen knew better than to start making up complicated excuses. Sometimes giving the right amount of the truth was better than outright deceit. He had explained to Osen that Akkarin had asked him to monitor the Guards' efforts to find the murderer. Lorlen had been expecting that. I was hearing about these murders from him anyway, so the communication between us has just become an official one.

I could send someone else, but I don't want to be receiving the latest news thirdhand. Do you think there's a reason? The people should feel we're not ignoring their troubles. We must take care not to show too much interest, however, or they'll think there is truth to the rumor. If the rest of the Guild heard that Lorlen was following Captain Barran's progress they, too, would wonder if magic was involved.

Lorlen was still uncertain whether magic was involved. There had been one incident, over a year before, in which a dying witness had claimed the murderer had attacked him with magic. The burns on the witness had looked like those from a heatstrike, but since then Barran had found no other evidence to confirm that the murderer—or murderers—used magic. Barran had agreed to keep the possibility that the murderer might be a rogue magician to himself for now. If the news got out, Lorlen had explained, the King and the Houses would expect another hunt like the one that had been conducted for Sonea.

They had learned from that experience that having magicians roaming all over the city would only send a rogue into hiding. Lorlen strolled into the Entrance Hall. He watched as a carriage emerged from the stables and rolled down the road toward the University steps.

As it pulled up, he descended to the vehicle, told the driver his destination and climbed aboard. So what do we know? For weeks, sometimes months, victims had been killed with the same, ritualized method—a method that occasionally resembled a black magic ritual. Then, for a few months, there were no deaths at all, until a new series of murders gained the Guard's attention. These, too, would be ritualized murders, but using a slightly different method than previously.

Barren had sorted the possible reasons for the change of method into two main categories. Either the murderer was acting alone and kept changing his habits, or each series of murders was carried out by a different man. A single man might change his habits to avoid detection, or to perfect the ritual; a succession of murderers might indicate some kind of gang or cult which required killing as an initiation or test.

Lorlen looked down at the ring on his hand. A few witnesses lucky enough to see the murderer and survive had reported seeing a ring with a red gem on his hand. A ring like this?

Akkarin had created the gem out of glass and his own blood on the night he had discovered Lorlen, Sonea and Rothen knew he had learned and used black magic. It enabled him to see and hear everything Lorlen did, and to communicate by mind without other magicians hearing. Whenever the murders resembled a black magic ritual, Lorlen was unable to avoid considering the possibility that Akkarin might be responsible. Akkarin did not wear a ring in public, yet he could be slipping one on when he left the Guild.

Why would he, though? He didn't need to keep track of himself. What if the ring allows someone else to see what the murderer is doing? Lorlen frowned. Why would Akkarin want another person to see what he was doing? Unless he was acting on the orders of another. Now that was a frightening possibility. Lorlen sighed. Sometimes he found himself hoping he would never learn the truth. He knew that, if Akkarin was the murderer, he would feel partly responsible for the deaths of his victims.

He ought to have dealt with Akkarin long ago, when he had first discovered from Sonea that the High Lord used black magic. But he had feared that the Guild could not defeat Akkarin in a fight. Then Akkarin had discovered that his crime was known, and had taken Sonea hostage to ensure Lorlen and Rothen remained silent.

Now Lorlen could not move against Akkarin without risking her life. But if I discovered that Akkarin was the murderer, and knew the Guild could defeat him, I would not hesitate.

Not for our old friendship, or even Sonea's wellbeing, would I allow him to continue. And Akkarin, through the ring, must know that. Of course, Akkarin might not be the murderer. He had told Lorlen to investigate the murders, but that proved nothing. He might simply want to know how close the Guard was to discovering his crimes. The carriage stopped. Lorlen glanced out of the window and blinked in surprise when he saw the front of the Guard House outside.

He had been so lost in thought, he had barely noticed the journey. The carriage rocked a little as the driver climbed down to open the door. Lorlen stepped out and strode across the pavement to the Guard House entrance. Captain Barran greeted him in the narrow hall inside. Thank you for coming so quickly. Those lines seemed deeper tonight.

Come to my office. The rest of the building was quiet, though a few guards were always present in the evenings.

Barran ushered Lorlen to a seat, then closed the door. It was inevitable that, if the Guard and the Thieves were both investigating the murders, we'd cross paths. It turns out they have had spies here for months. In the Guard? Even an honorable man would be tempted to accept coin in exchange for information, when that information might lead to this murderer being found—particularly when the Guard aren't getting anywhere.

I do not intend to negotiate for a cooperative effort with the Thieves, however. The Houses would never approve of it. I have made an arrangement with one of the spies that he pass on whatever he can safely divulge to me. None of his information has been useful yet, but it might lead to something that is.

You said you wanted to examine the next victim. One was discovered tonight, so I had the body brought here. Barran gestured to the door. Would you like to see it now. The man remained silent as they descended a flight of stairs and continued down another corridor.

The air grew distinctly colder. Stopping before a heavy wooden door, Barran unlocked and opened it. A strong medicinal smell gusted into the corridor, not quite hiding a less pleasant odor. The room beyond was sparsely furnished. Bare stone walls surrounded three plain benches. On one was the naked corpse of a man. On another was a set of clothing, neatly folded. Drawing closer, Lorlen studied the body reluctantly. As with all the recent killings, the victim had been stabbed through the heart, and a shallow cut ran down one side of the man's neck.

Despite this the man's expression was unexpectedly peaceful. As Barran began to describe the place where the victim was found, Lorlen considered a conversation he'd overheard during one of the regular Guild social gatherings in the Night Room. Lord Darlen, a young Healer, had been describing a patient to three of his friends.

So I checked. However, I detected another heartbeat. Small and slow, but definitely a heartbeat. He had two hearts? The third friend, an Alchemist, looked puzzled. They're poisonous. Did someone murder him? Some people like the effect. They suck on the reptiles. Seems the wife didn't know about her husband's habit. She became hysterical. Wouldn't go home for fear her house was infested with them, and one crawled down her throat during the night.

Lorlen almost smiled at the memory. Healers needed a sense of humor, though it was often a strange one. The conversation had given him an idea, however. A dead body was still full of life energy, but a body of someone who had been killed by black magic ought to have been drained of all energy.

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To confirm whether the murderer was using black magic, Lorlen only needed to examine a victim with his Healing senses. As Barran finished his description of the scene, Lorlen stepped forward. Steeling himself, he placed a hand on the dead man's arm, closed his eyes and sent his senses out into the body.

He was startled at how easy it was, until he remembered that the natural barrier in living things that resisted magical interference dissipated at the moment of death.

Sending his mind outward, he searched the body and found only the faintest traces of life energy. The process of decomposition had been interrupted—delayed—because of the lack of anything alive within the body to start it.

Opening his eyes, Lorlen lifted his hand from the man's arm. He stared at the shallow cut along the victim's neck, sure now that this was the wound that had killed the man. The stab wound to the heart had probably been made later, to provide a more plausible cause of death. Looking down, he regarded the ring on his finger. So it's true, he thought. The killer uses black magic. But is this Akkarin's victim, or do we have another black magician loose in the city?

He slid it aside and looked out over the gardens. Spring had come early this year.

The hedges and trees bore small blossoms, and an enthusiastic new gardener had planted rows of brightly colored flowers along the pathways. Though it was early morning, magicians and novices were walking through the garden.

Rothen lifted his cup and sipped. The sumi was fresh and bitter. He thought back to the previous evening and grimaced.

Once a week he joined his elderly friend Lord Yaldin, and his wife Ezrille, for dinner. Yaldin had been a friend of Rothen's late mentor, Lord Margen, and still considered it his duty to keep an eye on Rothen—which was why, during the meal last night, Yaldin had felt he must tell Rothen to stop worrying about Sonea.

Rothen shrugged. She doesn't need you to monitor her wellbeing. He's only concerned about her academic progress. Life isn't only about magic. Don't you think she would have visited you by now? It's been over a year. No matter how busy she is with her studies, surely she would have found some time to see you. He could not help himself. From their sympathetic expressions, he knew they had seen his reaction and thought he was merely hurt by Sonea's apparent abandonment of him.

Leave it be, Rothen. He couldn't tell them his true reasons for watching Sonea. To do so would place more than Sonea's life at risk. Even if Yaldin and Ezrille agreed to keep silent to protect Sonea, Akkarin had said no others were to know.

Breaking that "order" might be all the excuse Akkarin needed to Use black magic to take over the Guild? He was already the High Lord. What else could he possibly want? More power, perhaps. To rule in place of the King. To rule all of the Allied Lands. To be free to strengthen himself with black magic until he was more powerful than any magician who had ever existed. But if Akkarin had wanted to do any of that, surely he would have done it long ago.

Rothen had to acknowledge, grudgingly, that Akkarin had done nothing to harm Sonea, as far as he could tell. The only time he had seen her in the company of her guardian had been the day of the Challenge. Yaldin and Ezrille had let the subject drop eventually. Rothen felt a small flash of annoyance at the memory. He looked at Tania, his servant. She was carefully wiping the dust off his bookshelf with a cloth. He knew Tania had told Ezrille and Yaldin out of concern for his health, and would never reveal his use of a sleeping drug to anyone else, but he still could not help feeling a little resentful.

But how could he complain when she willingly played the spy for him? Tania, through her friendship with Sonea's servant, Viola, kept him informed of Sonea's health, moods and occasional visits to her aunt and uncle in the slums. Clearly Tania hadn't told Yaldin and Ezrille of her own part in this, or they would have mentioned it as proof of his "worrying.

From letters, Rothen guessed that Dannyl had become close friends with his assistant, Tayend. The speculation regarding Tayend's sexual orientation had disappeared within weeks of it beginning. Everyone knew what self-indulgent gossips the Elynes were, and the only reason the assistant's rumored tastes in lovers had drawn the attention of Guild magicians was because Dannyl had been accused of interest in other men in his youth.

That accusation had never been proven to be true. When no further gossip about Dannyl or his assistant arose, most magicians had forgotten about the pair. Rothen was more concerned about the research he had asked Dannyl to carry out.

Wondering when Akkarin had found the opportunity to learn black magic had led Rothen to speculate on the journey Akkarin had made, years before, to study ancient magic. It seemed likely that Akkarin had discovered the forbidden arts during that time. The same sources of information might also reveal any weakness black magicians might have that could be exploited, so Rothen had asked Dannyl to do a little research on ancient magic for a "book" he was writing.

Unfortunately, Dannyl had produced little that was useful. When he had returned to the Guild unannounced over a year before, to report to Akkarin, Rothen had been worried that he'd been found out.

Dannyl had assurred Rothen afterward that he'd told Akkarin the research had been for his own interest—and to Rothen's surprise Akkarin had encouraged Dannyl to continue. Dannyl still sent research notes every few months, but each bundle was smaller. Dannyl had expressed frustration at having exhausted all sources of knowledge in Elyne, yet, remembering how distant and evasive Dannyl had been during his visit to the Guild, Rothen could not help wondering occasionally if his friend was holding something back.

Furthermore, Dannyl had mentioned discussing something confidential with the High Lord. Rothen brought his empty cup back to the dining table. Dannyl was a Guild Ambassador and as such he would be trusted with all kinds of information he could not share with ordinary magicians.

The confidential matter could have just been something political. But he couldn't help worrying that Dannyl was unknowingly helping Akkarin in some dreadful, sinister plot. He could do nothing about that, however. He could only trust in Dannyl's good sense. His friend would not follow orders blindly, especially not if he was asked to do something questionable or wrong. No matter how many times Dannyl visited the Great Library, the sight of it still filled him with wonder.

Cut into a high cliff, the building's enormous door and windows were so large it was easy to imagine that a race of giant men had carved it out of the rock for their use. The corridors and rooms inside, however, were made to suit an ordinary man's proportions, so no race of giants had made them.

As his carriage pulled up outside the massive door, a smaller door at the base of it opened and a striking young man stepped out. Dannyl smiled and felt a glow of affection as he climbed out to greet his friend and lover. Tayend's bow was respectful, but was followed by a familiar grin. You Elynes should have built your city closer to the library.

I'll suggest it to the King next time I attend court. Did the librarian already know about the matters covered in the letter Dannyl had just received? Had he received a similar letter himself? Overall aside from the above two complaints I thoroughly enjoyed the story. There is some excellent world-building in here along with a complex plot and characters that are easy to engage with and relate to.

The book ends on a cliffhanger that will absolutely kill you; I want to read the third book immediately! I would recommend to fans of classic fantasy.

This is volume 2 of Canavan's first fantasy trilogy, and a much more enjoyable read than volume 1 which had very little plot. By contrast, in 'The Novice', a great deal happens and a lot of the subplots weave into the main plot, of Sonea's experiences and progress as a magician's novice. Due to her origins in the slums, she meets a great deal of bigotry from other novices and even magicians, and is bullied by a classmate, Regin, who manages to get the rest of the pupils on his side, and later This is volume 2 of Canavan's first fantasy trilogy, and a much more enjoyable read than volume 1 which had very little plot.

Due to her origins in the slums, she meets a great deal of bigotry from other novices and even magicians, and is bullied by a classmate, Regin, who manages to get the rest of the pupils on his side, and later to recruit older pupils too. Each day becomes a battle for survival as Sonea is stalked in the corridors after lessons and repeatedly attacked with magic by larger and larger groups organised by this malicious novice.

Alongside this, a subplot deals with the discovery at the end of book 1, that the leader of the magicians, the High Lord Akkarin, appears to be illegally using black magic. At first, Lorlen the administrator involves Sonea's guardian Rothen in keeping the secret, as Akkarin is so strong that an accusation could lead to a pitched battle between him and the Guild magicians, which he is likely to win.

He then takes over Sonea's guardianship and ensures she can never talk to Rothen or even Lorlen hide spoiler ]. A third thread to the story is that Dannyl, friend and former ward of Rothen, is appointed Second Ambassador to the neighbouring land of Elyne. This has been arranged by Lorlen, who recruits Dannyl in investigating libraries and other sources, for information about ancient magic.

He doesn't reveal to Dannyl the real reason for this interest, but it is actually to retrace the steps of Akkarin who ten years ago returned from a similar mission, and find out if he learned his black magic somewhere on the trip. All Dannyl knows is that it is inadvisable to let Akkarin know as it might look like prying into his private business, and Dannyl has always been intimidated by the High Lord so is happy to keep the research lowkey.

He makes a friend, a scholar at the Great Library in his new land, and as the story goes on, it becomes clear that this friend is gay. In Elyne, this is frowned upon but tolerated whereas in Dannyl's own country it would result in disgrace and in being barred from high office etc. In other countries, it incurs the death penalty. In a changed premise from book 1, the reason Rothen took on Dannyl's guardianship most novices don't have guardians is that rumours were threatening to spoil his chances, following a friendship with another novice who was suspected to be gay.

In book 1, there was no mention of this - the reason being that Dannyl was lazy and neglecting his studies, and also spending too much time in a running feud with another novice who became the villain in book 1.

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As Dannyl spends more time with his new friend view spoiler [he eventually undergoes an experience where he realises that he is actually gay and has been using his magic to suppress it hide spoiler ]. A minor subplot is that strange murders are happening in the city which point to a rogue magician. Lorlen starts to believe that Akkarin could be responsible.

The storytelling itself seems a little better this time though Canavan hasn't entirely got rid of the superfluous adverbs whenever anyone speaks, and also there is far too much nodding, chuckling, smiling etc, again in character dialogue.

People smile and chuckle in situations where things are quite serious and it jars. However, there is a bit more tension in this book, and a definite improvement on volume 1. One blooper is that at one point Canavan forgets to use her invented terms and refers to the network of hidden tunnels outside the University as a "spider's web" instead of the invented term she usually uses for arachnids.

As with book 1, I don't know why she bothered to go through inventing new names for things that sound from context and the back-at-book glossary to be mice, rats, coffee, spiders and other everyday items.

This volume didn't make 5 stars for me because it was difficult to believe that a supposedly tough slum girl would have been so timid in facing down her tormentors. Also, she seems very naive, for example, when she first has a meal with the other novices, she answers their nosy questions frankly, admitting that she stole when a child, and when asked if she ever killed someone, that she might have because she defended herself with a knife from sexual assault once.

A character who has grown up with such experiences would surely be more shrewd in her responses to the questioning by what turns out to be a bunch of spoiled brats - she could, for example, have said that she helped her aunt and uncle make clothes for a living true and that not everyone in the slums steals, using a suitably offended tone.

And just said 'no' about the killing. As it is, the other novices immediately turn against her and follow Regin because she has put them all off. I found it hard to believe that she wouldn't have learned to be ecconomical with the truth if not an outright liar on occasion, when she had spent quite a few childhood years in a gang, where surely such skills would have been lifesaving on occasion.

Possibly the truth could subsequently have been discovered and put round about Regin, given his obsession with getting her expelled, but it seemed ridiculous that she handed over this ammunition against herself. The bullying sessions also go on for a very long time: The magicians do absolutely nothing, even though this is a definite breakdown of discipline on a large scale which they might be expected to frown on for its own sake despite any personal feelings about having a 'slum girl' in the University.

And although she acquires a coach to help her with warrior skills that is, being able to defend against and make her own attacks , she doesn't go to him for help she can't ask Rothen or Lorlan due to the situation with the High Lord which would seem the obvious thing to do - she wouldn't even have to explain why, just that she needs to improve those skills, which is one of the threads in the story.

In fact, at one point, the tutor is discussing the situation with Akkarin who knows about the bullying but allows it to go on, to help develop Sonea's powers and says her problem is that she is 'too nice'.

This seems very odd for a girl who is meant to be a tough city kid, rebellious, and defiant of the magicians in book 1, a girl who is handy with a knife on occasion - almost as if she has turned into a sheltered rich kid herself. There is also a slight element of 'Mary Sue', in that Sonea is already stronger than a novice of her age would normally be and showing signs of developing into a magician powerful enough to eventually oppose Akkarin, though I suppose being the protagonist, she couldn't just be an average magician.

But the character change isn't very convincing, and therefore I can only give the book 4 stars although I enjoyed other aspects of it. Aug 28, cat reads rated it it was ok Shelves: It's been a long time since I was this frustrated with a book.

There were so many moments of, "Why doesn't Sonea shield? Why doesn't she call for help? And why ffs are the adults not doing a damn thing about all of this!?!

Other students sabotaging her, attacking her, torturing her, and nothing. At most a slap on the wrist that's quickly dismissed for the lead aggressor, but nothing for the others. Navigation menu. The Black Magician Trilogy! Even when the teachers know this abuse is going on, they do nothing.

Ah, but this is a magical guild where the logical progression of events is subverted by the 'i-wanna-write-it-this-way' spell because reasons. The Black Magician True, bullying in real life is an issue; however, it's one that flourishes with secrecy, but that's not the issue here. The adults know what's going on for the majority of the book. In rl, any teacher worth their credential would escort a student and provide safe harbor, and with current media pressure, administrators don't dismiss these issues.

Certainly the parents are called in. In any school, Regin would be expelled. The Black Magician - Wikipedia Ahh, but this is a magic school in a fantasy setting, so obviously we can't expect the same standards. He's from a rich an influential family, so of course he can get away with whatevers. Except , isn't Sonea something special, someone the teachers would want to shield from bullies? Who's running the school here? You can't have Sonea as some dismissed guttersnipe and have the whole institution rallying against her without setting up that conflict.

Regin is one of the most one dimensional villains I've ever seen. We don't get anything other than he's arrogant and has a cruel smile, and that's the extent of his character. Oh, and he is obsessed with Sonea for reasons unknown. Even if his family felt slighted by Sonea's presence at the school, that doesn't explain the extent this character goes through to ruin her life.

And how in the hell is one little first year novice able to spread rumors that any adult would take seriously? The whole thing with Rothem being a letch was so beyond ridiculous. Where are the adults here? We have older people, but no actual adults acting like adults.

Lord Rothem, who I initially liked in the first novel, is just as helpless as Sonea in that he should have the ability and intelligence to act but doesn't. This is a book of willing victims, and that's no fun to read. The story line I actually liked was Dannyl's. The way homosexuality is treated in the novel is old fashioned by this age, but I enjoyed the slowly developing romance.

While it may end in scandal and tears, I'm hoping for a HEA. The characters are well matched and quite cute together. As Sonea learns more, she begins to doubt her guildmaster's word. Could the truth really be as terrifying as Akkarin claims, or is he trying to trick her into assisting in some unspeakably dark scheme? Yet she has won powerful allies—including Lord Dannyl, newly promoted to Guild Ambassador. But Dannyl must now depart for the Elyne court, leaving Sonea at the mercy of the lies and malicious rumors her enemies are busy spreading.

The price of Akkarin's support is dear, however, because Sonea, in turn, must protect his mysteries—and a secret that could lead a young novice mage deep into the darkness. Tags Download Novel. Dave Randell 17 Oktober

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