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Naturally, I'd rather everybody loved it, but I understand why this will never be the case. These are not lazy books. You can't float through, you just can't. Even more problematic, the first novel begins halfway through a seeming marathon - you either hit the ground running and stay on your feet or you're toast. When challenged with writing this preface, I did consider for a time using it as a means of gentling the blow, of easing the shock of being dropped from a great height into very deep water, right there on page one of Gardens of the Moon.
Some background, some history, some setting of the stage. I've since mostly rejected the idea. Dammit, I don't recall Frank Herbert doing anything like that with Dune, and if any novel out there was a direct inspiration in terms of structure, that was the one.
I'm writing a history and fictional or not, history has no real beginning point; even the rise and fall of civilizations are far more muddled on the front and back ends than many people might think. Gardens of the Moon's bare bones first saw life in a role-playing game. Its first draught was as a feature film co-written by the two creators of the Malazan world, myself and Ian C.
Esslemont; a script that languished for lack of interest 'we don't do fantasy films because they suck. It's a dead genre. It involves costumes and costume dramas are as dead as Westerns' - all this before a whole slew of production companies shoved that truism in their faces, all this long before Lord of the Rings hit the big screen.
And that was just it. We were there.
We had the goods, we knew that Adult Epic Fantasy was film's last unexplored genre - we didn't count Willow, which only earned merit in our eyes for the crossroads scene; the rest of the stuff was for kids through and through.
And all the other films coming out in that genre were either B flicks or egregiously flawed in our eyes gods, what could have been done with Conan!
We wanted sophisticated shit, you see. We were pushing Fantasy in that sizzling, scintillating context of jaw-dropping admiration.
We were, in other words, as ambitious as hell. Probably, too, we weren't ready. We didn't quite have the stuff. Thinking past our abilities, trapped in the lack of experience.
The curse of the young. When life took Cam in one direction and me in another, we both carried with us the notes for an entire created world. Constructed through hours upon hours of gaming. We had an enormous history all worked out - the raw material for twenty novels, twice as many films. And we each had copies of a script nobody wanted. The decision to begin writing the history of the Malazan world began a few years later. I would convert the script into a novel.
Cam would write a related novel entitled Return of the Crimson Guard and now, all these years later, and fresh on the heels of his Night of Knives, Cam's first epic, Return, is going to be published. As works of fiction, authorship would belong to the actual writer, the person putting word after word onto the page. Give me mystery amid the grand narrative Give me the world in which every sea hides a crumbled Atlantis, every ruin has a tale to tell, every broken blade is a silent legacy of struggles unknown.
Give me in other words, the fantasy work of Steven Erikson This masterwork of the imagination may be the high watermark of epic fantasy' Glen Cook 'Truly epic in scope, Erikson has no peer when it comes to action and imagination, and joins the ranks of Tolkien and Donaldson in his mythic vision and perhaps then goes one better' SF Site 'Rare is the writer who so fluidly combines a sense of mythic power and depth of world with fully realized characters and thrilling action, but Steven Erikson manages it spectacularly' Michael A.
Stackpole www. Erikson brings a punchy, mesmerizing writing style into the genre of epic fantasy, making an indelible impression. Utterly engrossing' Elizabeth Hayden 'Everything we have come to expect from this most excellent of fantasy writers; huge in scope, vast in implication and immensely, utterly entertaining' alienonline 'One of the most promising new writers of the past few years, he has more than proved his right to A-list status' Bookseller 'Erikson's strengths are his grown-up characters and his ability to create a world every bit as intricate and messy as our own' J.
Jones 'An author who never disappoints on delivering stunning and hard-edged fantasy is Steven Erikson A wonderfully grand conception Complexly drawn characters occupy a richly detailed world in this panoramic saga' Library Journal 'Epic in every sense of the word Erikson shows a masterful control of an immense plot Any unauthorised distribution or use of this text may be a direct infringement of the author's and publisher's rights and those responsible may be liable in law accordingly.
ISBN Version 1. Esslemont worlds to conquer worlds to share Acknowledgements No novel is ever written in isolation. Preface to Gardens of the Moon redux There is no point in beginning something without ambition. In so many aspects of my life I have held to that notion, and it has led to more than one fiery crash through the years.
I still recall, with some bitterness, the response Cam Ian C. Esslemont and I received when flogging our co-written feature film and television scripts: 'Wonderful! Very funny, very dark Good luck. Something like everything else out there. Something less Did we really hear an invitation to mediocrity?
Sure sounded like it. Well, screw that. Gardens of the Moon. Just to muse on that title resurrects all those notions of ambition, all that youthful ferocity that seemed to drive me headlong against a wall time and again.
The need to push. Defy convention. Go for the throat. I like to think I was entirely aware of what I was doing back then. That my vision was crystal clear and that I was actually standing there, ready to spit in the face of the genre, even as I reveled in it for how could I not? As much as I railed against the tropes, I loved reading the stuff.
And the great Edur fleet draws ominously ever closer. With Karsa Orlong and Icarium Lifestealer among its warriors, that blood will be spilled is certain. But a band of fugitives look to escape from Lether. One of them, Fear Sengar, seeks the soul of Scabandari Bloodeye, for he hopes that with its help, they might halt the Tiste Edur and so save the emperor, his brother.
But another is Scabandari's old enemy: Silchas Ruin, brother of Anomander Rake. He carries scars inflicted by Scabandari, and such bloodshed cannot go unanswered. There is to be a reckoning and it will be on an unimaginable scale Sign up to our newsletter today!