Young Fitz, the illegitimate son of the noble Prince Chivalry, is ignored by all royalty except the devious King Shrewd, who has had him tutored him in the dark arts of the assassin. He has barely survived his first, soul-shattering mission, and returns to the court where he is thrown headfirst into the tumult of royal life. With the King near death, and Fitz's only ally off on a seemingly hopeless quest, the throne itself is threatened.
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1 . Couldn't Put it Down
Posted January 15, 2014 by Areal , TorontoShe has a way of holding the readers attention.
2 . Worthy read
Posted December 19, 2009 by C.H. , Akron, OHThis trilogy is well worth your time if you love epic fantasy.
3 . I never read anything better!
Posted August 17, 2009 by Rodrigo Porto , SÃ£o Paulo, BrazilThis is just amazing, never read anything better, believable characters, a beautiful history full of treachery and romance, after the first page you simple can't stop reading.... Can't wait to get the next!
And yes Suzanne, the Fitz history keeps on in the Tawny Man Trilogy and i believe, but I'm unsure, that the Liveship traders Trilogy is related with the Farseer Trilogy.
4 . I could not put it down!
Posted April 28, 2009 by Suzanne , Las VegasRobin Hobb is an excellent writer and story-teller. The story of Fitz is one that pulls you in and won't let go. Even if you aren't into fantasy, this book rings with a note of reality that tugs and tugs until you become part of the story and want to know more. I would highly recommend the entire trilogy. Imagine my delight to discover the story goes on in other books by Hobb.
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Excerpt from Royal Assassin by Robin Hobb
Why is it forbidden to write down specific knowledge of the magics Perhaps because we all fear that such knowledge would fall into the hands of one not worthy to use it. Certainly there has always been a system of apprenticeship to ensure that specific knowledge of magic is passed only to those trained and judged worthy of such knowledge. While this seems a laudable attempt to protect us from unworthy practitioners of arcane lore, it ignores the fact that the magics are not derived from this specific knowledge. The predilection for a certain type of magic is either inborn or lacking. For instance, the ability for the magics known as the Skill is tied closely to blood relationship to the royal Farseer line, though it may also occur as a 'wild strain' amongst folk whose ancestors came from both the Inland tribes and the Outislanders. One trained in the Skill is able to reach out to another's mind, no matter how distant, and know what he is thinking. Those who are strongly Skilled can influence that thinking, or have converse with that person. For the conducting of a battle, or the gathering of information, it is a most useful tool.
Folklore tells of an even older magic, much despised now, known as the Wit. Few will admit a talent for this magic, hence it is always said to be the province of the folk in the next valley or the ones who live on the other side of the far ridge. I suspect it was once the natural magic of those who lived on the land as hunters rather than as settled folk; a magic for those who felt kinship with the wild beasts of the woods. The Wit, it is said, gave one the ability to speak the tongues of the beasts. It was also warned that those who practiced the Wit too long or too well became whatever beast they had bonded to. But this may be only legend.
There are the Hedge magics, though I have never been able to determine the source of this name. These are magics both verified and suspect, including palm reading, water gazing, the interpretation of crystal reflections, and a host of other magics that attempt to predict the future. In a separate unnamed category are the magics that cause physical effects, such as invisibility, levitation, giving motion or life to inanimate objects--all the magics of the old legends, from the Flying Chair of the Widow's Son to the North Wind's magic tablecloth. I know of no people who claim these magics as their own. They seem to be solely the stuff of legend, ascribed to folk living in ancient times or distant places, or beings of mythical or near mythical reputation: dragons, giants, the Elderlings, the Others, pecksies.
I pause to clean my pen. My writing wanders from spidery to blobbish on this poor paper. But I will not use good parchment for these words; not yet. I am not sure they should be written. I ask myself, why put this to paper at all Will not this knowledge be passed down by word of mouth to those who are worthy Perhaps. But perhaps not. What we take for granted now, the knowing of these things, may be a wonder and a mystery someday to our descendants.