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Worldbuilders: A Patrick Rothfuss Fundraiser

Taking this moment to pimp out a charity that a new favorite author of mine is having a fundraiser for.  He calls it Worldbuilders, and all money from the raising of funds goes to a charity called Heifer International.  This charity donates bees, ducks, chickens, goats and cows to families living in poverty all around the world so that they can start making their own life better almost immediately.  Fresh milk every day?  No more malnourishment.  Eggs from your chickens?  Instant way to sell things so you can make money and buy food.

It’s a brilliant charity if I say so myself.

Here’s the kicker though…  Worldbuilders is run by an author.  And an author who other people have donated many many things to to go into the lottery.  Some awesome things in this lottery:

A Signed, numbered ARC of Stardust with it’s own pretty Slipcover and an even better story about the traveling book that might jut give Neil Gaimen a complex soon that no one wants his book.

A Golden Ticket, good for one favor from Patrick Rothfuss.

More signed books than I can shake a stick at.

Graphic novels, comic books, online comics in print.

Basically, a bit of everything.


For every $10 you spend, you get your name put into the lottery.  So, if you donate $20, your name goes in twice.  There was one recent blog where Rothfuss discusses the odds of winning something.  When you take all the math, it comes down to “a better chance than if you were playing in the real lottery”.

And for every dollar donated, Worldbuilders matches 50%.  So your $10 donation becomes $15.  Which is half of a hive of bees. And Honey is pretty awesome.


The catch is this funraiser ends tomorrow at midnight-ish.  So if you want to get your warm fuzzies on, best do it soon.  A link to a better explanation and a small listing of all the cool things is right…. here



Twisted Book Award Goes To….

Ever had a moment when your hands move faster than your brain?

I had that yesterday.  Walked into a bookstore, turned right, found my Comics, Fantasy, Sci-Fi section, and found myself pulling out a book before I had any idea just what I was pulling out.

It was this:

I was glad that my hands had noticed it, as this is a book that is notoriously hard to find, seeing as how it was part of a limited run.

It’s a picture book.  Like for kids.  Only…very much so NOT for kids.  There is a sticker one can get if they meet Pat Rothfuss in person that says “This Shit is Not for Kids”.  It’s the truth.

There are three endings to this book.  All of them end the story beautifully, but the more you read, the more you get out of the story.  I don’t want to say too much, because that would ruin the shock value of the ending.  But suffice to say that you will best love this book if you have a severely twisted sense of humor like I do. Otherwise, you’ll be like the man taking my money when I bought the book, wondering “but…why did the cat have to die…I like cats” and asking me if I had read it and knew what I was getting into.

Yes…yes I have read it.

Twice now, actually.  And the second time was even better, as I began to get hints in the drawings of just what was lurking under the surface of the story, like the Thing Beneath The Bed.

This is, quite possibly, the most twisted book I have ever read. And I loved it.  I can only hope that one day, the children I might have are twisted enough to enjoy this as much as I have.


Picture from Subterranean Press.

Book Review Eleven: The Name of the Wind by Patrick Rothfuss

My first reaction on seeing this book was how thick it was. It’s over 600 pages as a paperback, and I will admit that I was daunted at first by its size. So many fantasy books of this size are often filled with fluff, and the core of the story isn’t seen until late into the final third.

Thankfully, that wasn’t the case for Patrick Rothfuss’s first published book, and the first book in the Kingkiller Chronicles series.

It follows the story of a young boy named Kvothe (pronounced like Quothe) as he travels with his family, performers and actors much like our idealized gypsies. When his father makes a mistake while learning stories of ancient evils in order to make a new song, Kvothe comes back to his family and finds them dead, the Seven, the ancient evils his father was researching, still there, sitting around what remains of his family and their fire.

For some reason, they leave him alive, and thus truly begins the tale of Kvothe. He spends a number of years with just his lute for company, wandering the forests and avoiding human contact. When he eventually makes his way to a city, he finds himself living as a beggar and a pickpocket, trying to survive. After being almost beaten, bloodied, and bruised for being on the wrong side of town, Kvothe takes matters into his own hands and begins a travel that takes him to the University, a place where mathematics, medicine, academics and magic are studied, learned, and practiced.

He finds himself making enemies of several powerful people within the University, students and professors alike, but he makes his friends as well, a new experience for a boy who had otherwise been on his own since the death of his family. Reminders of what happened to them still haunt him though, and his access to the University comes as two fold: to learn true magic and to learn all he can about the Seven.

What really marks this book as different from other fantasy coming-of-age tales is the Story-within-a-story feel it has. Kvothe’s story is being told by an innkeeper, a man known as Kote with bright red hair, a Fae student, and living in a town that has seen better times. When the Chronicler for the King comes, tracking down Kvothe’s story, it is revealed that Kote is Kvothe, and there is none better–in his mind–to tell his tale than himself.

In a world that is quickly going to hell in a handbasket, where demons are being seen more and more, and a great war is raging, Kvothe’s story is told.

When I borrowed this book from a friend, I didn’t expect to tear through it so quickly, nor to enjoy it as much as I did. It’s very easy to get lost in the world that Rothfuss created, slipping far enough into it that it’s almost jolting to return to our own when break is done. Staying up late to finish just one more chapter before bed is something that isn’t unexpected, and becomes the norm when you’re reading the tale of Kvothe.

There are two other books in the series: The Wise Man’s Fear and The Stone Door. Wise Man came out in March of 2011, and as of yet there is no date of publication for The Stone Door. This is both good and bad, as it makes it very hard to wait once you’ve devoured these first two books.

The world is richly diverse, well created, and seems to truly breathe with a life of its own. I highly suggest giving The Name of the Wind a read. Just don’t expect to do anything else while you have it in your hands!

Learn more about Patrick Rothfuss and his books here: http://www.patrickrothfuss.com/content/index.asp

Book cover from Rothfuss’ site.