This novel–I don’t think I’ve ever written a novel that fired up in my head as fast as this one did. I’m already past 40k–hopefully past 50k by the time this scheduled post goes live–with no signs of stopping.
I have been told, more times than I care to remember, that Jin-Sayeng used to be a prosperous nation. Nobody has been able to agree when exactly that was. Was it back when there were only a handful of royal clans and the warlords all kept to their own estates? Was it when we had dragons? The city of Sutan and Oren-yaro, the books say, were thriving, with good planning gleaned from scholars from both Ziri-nar-Orxiaro and that proud nation to the north, Gaspar. Sutan ruled in aesthetics—I could imagine that it might have looked a little like Anzhao City, in the days before the Zarojan sacking, the one Deputy Qun was so adamant they had nothing to do with.
Oren-yaro, on the other hand, had the dragon-towers. Tall, glorious spires that rose to the heavens and were connected by bridges that spanned along their lengths, they served two purposes: as landing platforms and holding cages for dragons, and to direct dragon-fire underground, providing a source of energy to the city. While the other cities had dragon-towers, too, Oren-yaro had the most. From a distance, they gave the appearance of castles in the sky.
-The Wolf of Oren-yaro
But in the meantime, have you heard of The Agartes Epilogues? Probably, since I won’t shut up about it.
