Ah, the beautiful UK hardback edition of Charmcaster, so filled with lovely hardback goodness. Alas, my publishers underestimated demand for the third book in the Spellslinger series which resulted in all copies selling out quite quickly. Rather than go back and do a second hardback print run, they switched to the different but equally lovely paperback edition. Unfortunately for many fans of the series who wanted to have all of their books in the same edition, nowadays hardback copies of Charmcaster go for several hundred dollars. Please don’t buy these excessively-priced copies; they’re not worth it and only serve to reward greedy people on the Internet.
One day, I hope, we’ll find a way to get more Charmcaster hardbacks out there! The best way to make that happen is to let the publisher, Hot Key Books, know you want one. You can reach them here: hello@bonnierbooks.co.uk.
Les vieux maîtres de sort aiment raconter que la magie a un goût. Les sorts de braise ressemblent à une épice qui vous brûle le bout de la langue. La magie du souf e est subtile, presque rafraîchissante, un peu comme si vous teniez une feuille de menthe entre vos lèvres. Le sable, la soie, le sang, le fer… cha- cune de ces magies a son parfum. Un véritable adepte, autre- ment dit un mage capable de jeter un sort même à l’extérieur d’une oasis, les connaît tous.
'I totally saw this coming,’ Reichis growled, leaping onto my shoulder as lightning scorched the sand barely ten feet from us. The squirrel cat’s claws pierced my sweat-soaked shirt and dug into my skin.
The way of the Argosi is the way of water. Water never seeks to block another’s path, nor does it permit impediments to its own. It moves freely, slipping past those who would capture it, taking nothing that belongs to others. To forget this is to stray from the path, for despite the rumours one sometimes hears, an Argosi never, ever steals.