The Frugal Wizard’s Handbook for Surviving Medieval England (Secret Projects 2)

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A man awakes in a clearing in what appears to be medieval England with no memory of who he is, where he came from, or why he is there. Chased by a group from his own time, his sole hope for survival lies in regaining his missing memories, making allies among the locals, and perhaps even trusting in their superstitious boasts. His only help from the “real world” should have been a guidebook entitled The Frugal Wizard’s Handbook for Surviving Medieval England, except his copy exploded during transit. The few fragments he managed to save provide clues to his situation, but can he figure them out in time to survive? I forced myself to wait a few tense minutes until, as I’d expected, a man in an orange cloak left the manor, accompanied by two soldiers—at least, they carried long, one-handed axes and round, wooden shields. No armor that I could see. They had a vaguely Viking look to them. Como dije el tono de este libro es mucho más parecido a la saga middle-grade de Sanderson, Alcatraz versus los Bibliotecarios Malvados, que cualquier otro libro adulto o juvenil que hubiera sacado en el último tiempo. Ya que se sostuvo por la narración en primera persona de protagonista y su forma de hacerlo, las bromas que hacía, los pensamientos que tenía y ese humor de autoburla, muy Alcatraz. Ni lo sé, ni me importa. No le pondré final a esta historia pues su trama y sus personajes no me han gustado lo más mínimo. Nefasto.

The woman narrowed her eyes further, then raised both hands, fingers up and thumbs out toward one another. Then she spoke. Well, come along then,” she said. “We’d best go talk to Lord Ealstan before your friends end up saying something that ruins our plan.”Este libro no forma parte del Cosmere (universo literario del autor), es decir, puede leerse de manera independiente. Si bien es de mis libros favoritos No Cosmere no lo recomiendo como libro para comenzar a leer a Brandon, tiene un estilo muy único, nuevo y bastante poco convencional.

Frugal Wizard Inc.® has obtained a band of the 305th spectrum of category two, medieval-derivative dimensions. That fancy lingo that just means our dimensions are mostly kind of similar to one another, and are two categories removed from Earth itself. Things will be familiar in there, but not too familiar! We want it to remain exciting, after all. The other spoke, and I wished I’d been close enough to make it out. But footsteps followed, and they left the building. Great. I’d spent so long trying to decide how to prove I had superpowers that I’d missed the entire conversation. This had to be where I’d find the more important people in the town—like perhaps the man with the deep voice who had spoken authoritatively to the others. Indeed, though I couldn’t tell for certain, it seemed that light was coming from in there. Brandon Sanderson gained my eternal gratitude by completing The Wheel of Time. But this Cosmere thing is a Wheel on steroids kinda project. And as I said, I am not a young man. She shook her head at my apparent foolishness. “I’ll get them for you—honestly, I wasn’t sure what to do with them. Burning them would draw Logna’s ire for certain, but merely having them will draw Woden’s. So just take them. And carry the wyrd away with you and your foolish aers.”Call everyone together,” the firm voice eventually said. “We’ll put out sacrifices tonight, as if from a harvest. And Hild…that skop. Did she leave yet?” I was unarmed and confused. If I were to saunter in, explain that I technically owned all of this, and ask them to kindly obey me…I suspected they’d saunter over to me, explain that the sword they’d rammed into my gut didn’t care what I claimed, and ask me to kindly avoid bleeding on the rug.” Legal note: Our Plague-free Guarantee™ is void for all customers who refuse personal medial nannites. Enter your dimension at your own risk. Maybe bring a prefitted casket. Like, really dark. Basement from a horror movie dark. Clouds had moved in, obscuring the stars—and there was apparently no moon tonight. Plus, I didn’t see a single light in the town. No electric lights, of course. But I’d expected some torches, some bonfires, for the guests. I wasn’t used to this kind of primal darkness. The shadows seemed deeper, as if strengthened by the knowledge that I couldn’t control them with the flip of the switch. I moved among the silent homes anyway, and found that there couldn’t be more than twenty buildings here. All of a triangular shape, wood and thatch. Two out of five. Probably has terrible wifi.

I missed her terribly. This was raw pain. Like a bruise before it went blue. I’d lost her. Somehow, I’d lost her. It felt it fresh, as if it had just happened again. As I thought of it, by instinct, I brought up a display that hung in my vision, visible only to me. It listed my platings, and their status. Looking at that…I had platings from the tips of my fingers all the way up to my elbows. It also worked for force-redistribution and gave me some strength advantages, mostly in gripping ability. Meh. It's fine. Whatever. Fun, I guess, but not funny, despite the attempt with multiple recurring gags and general snark from the main character. I don't regret reading it at all; I was very much in need of a book that demanded no commitment, no emotional investment, and was an easy read, and this was all that. Sanderson took the opportunity to purge some things that had been percolating in his mind for years, and did it in a way that gave no one the ability to say "no". Good on him. I’ll stay,” she said. “Take my brother; send him to me with word if anything truly unusual happens with the messengers.” El personaje principal no es ni simpático, ni me gustó. De hecho a medida que se revelava más sobre su vida me gustaba cada vez menos.

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Regardless, the futuristic world (sometime after 2103) from where our narrator hails not only offers interdimensional travel (not time travel), but also provides people with nannites that heal them from wounds/diseases and with other augments, such as platings under the skin to protect from, say, sharp objects. The medieval world, meanwhile, comes with an intricate mythology that, while fascinating, was somewhat info-dumpey at times. It was worth a try,” I said. “Very well. I shall require a berry that has never seen the sun, two stones polished by a frog, and one leaf of nightshade—in return I shall leave your quaint village with a blessing and return to my people.”

The hit to my head,” I said to her. “Did you have to swing so hard? When I woke up, I barely remembered what I’d had for breakfast, let alone what my plan was.” I slipped out from behind the four-and-a-half-out-of-five-tree and found that my skills as a sneak were exceptional. I moved through the rows of partially-grown plants, barely making a sound, despite the darkness. Awesome. Perhaps I was a ninja. From #1 New York Times bestselling author Brandon Sanderson: his debut novel for the young-adult audience. Yeah,” I said. “They’d have told your father how to get rid of my haunting. Then I’d have appeared to him in the night, give him a scare, to encourage him along.”There’s this beautiful sense of discovery to a book, and though it could (obviously) get old, I personally enjoy the occasional story where you get to enhance that feeling by starting with a blank slate character. (When I’d GM role-playing games, I loved to have all the characters start with no memory and the players discover and develop them as they went.) So, I hope you’ll forgive me for using a trope that can sometimes be a little eye-rolly (amnesia). I promise I do some interesting things with it.