Mad Ship: The Liveship Traders by Robin Hobb (English) Paperback Book

Description: Mad Ship by Robin Hobb In the exotic slave-trading city of Bingtown, Althea Vestrits family Liveship, Vivacia, has been taken by the pirate Kennit, leading to a dangerous plan involving an insane Liveship. FORMAT Paperback LANGUAGE English CONDITION Brand New Publisher Description The second book in a seafaring fantasy trilogy that George R. R. Martin has described as "even better than the Farseer Trilogy—I didnt think that was possible." As the ancient tradition of Bingtowns Old Traders slowly erodes under the cold new order of a corrupt ruler, the Vestrits anxiously await the return of their liveship—a rare magic ship carved from sentient wizardwood, which bonds the ships mystically with those who sail them. And Althea Vestrit waits even more avidly, living only to reclaim the ship as her lost inheritance and captain her on the high seas. But the Vivacia has been seized by the ruthless pirate captain Kennit, who holds Altheas nephew and his father hostage. Althea and her onetime sea mate Brashen resolve to liberate the liveship—but their plan may prove more dangerous than leaving the Vivacia in Kennits ambitious grasp.Dont miss the magic of the Liveship Traders Trilogy:SHIP OF MAGIC • MAD SHIP • SHIP OF DESTINY Author Biography Robin Hobb is the author of the Farseer Trilogy, the Liveship Traders Trilogy, the Tawny Man Trilogy, the Soldier Son Trilogy, and the Rain Wilds Chronicles. She has also written as Megan Lindholm. She is a native of Washington State. Review "A major work . . . reads like a cross between Tolkien and Patrick OBrian."—Publishers Weekly"[Robin] Hobb displays a wonderful imagination. . . . This should delight fans of the firstinstallment."—Kirkus Reviews"Intricately full of culture clashes and twists of fate."—Everett Daily Herald"Hobb knows how to write a fantasy that grips the reader."—Abilene Reporter-News Review Quote Praise for Robin Hobb and the Liveship Traders Trilogy Excerpt from Book The Liveship Ophelia Altheas watch was over; her time was now her own. She was tired, but pleasantly so. The spring afternoon had been almost balmy. It was rare for the season to be this kindly and Althea had enjoyed it. The Ophelia herself had been in an expansive mood all day. The liveship had made the sailors tasks easy, moving northward toward home with a will. She was a ponderous old cog, now heavy with goods from a successful trading journey. The early evening wind was gentle rather than brisk, but Ophelia s sails caught every breath of it. She slid effortlessly through the waves. Althea leaned on the forward rail, watching the beginning of the sunset off the port bow. Home was only a few days away. "Mixed feelings?" Ophelia asked her with a throaty chuckle. The buxom figurehead gave her a knowing glance over her bared shoulder. "You know you are right," Althea conceded. "About everything. Nothing in my life makes sense anymore." She began to tick her confusions off on her fingers. "Here I am, serving as first on a liveship merchant vessel, about the highest post a sailor can aspire to. Captain Tenira has promised me a ships ticket out of this. Its all the proof I need that I am a competent sailor. With that credential, I can go home and press Kyle to keep his word, and give me back my ship. Yet, oddly enough, I feel guilty about it. You have made it so easy. I worked three times as hard when I was serving as ships boy on the Reaper. It just doesnt seem right." "I could make your tasks harder if you wish," Ophelia offered teasingly. "I could develop a list, or start taking on water or . . ." "You wouldnt do that," Althea told her with certainty. "Youre too proud of how well you sail. No. I do not wish my tasks to be harder. Nor do I regret my months aboard the Reaper. If nothing else, they proved to me that I could scramble. Serving aboard that hulk made me a better sailor, and showed me a side of sailing I had never seen before then. It wasnt a waste of time. It was time away from the Vivacia; that is where the rub is. Time lost forever." Altheas voice trailed away. "Oh, my dear, thats so tragic." Ophelias voice was full of solicitude. A moment later, she went on sarcastically, "The only way it could be worse would be if you wasted still more time mooning about it. Althea. This is not like you. Look forward, not back. Correct your course and go on. You cant undo yesterdays journey." "I know," Althea said with a rueful laugh. "I know that what I am doing now is the right thing to do. It just seems strange that it is so easy and pleasant. A beautiful ship, a lively crew, a good captain . . ." "A very handsome first mate," Ophelia interjected. "He is that," Althea admitted easily. "And I appreciate all Grag has done for me. I know he says he is enjoying the chance to read and relax, but it must be tedious to pretend he is ill so I can have the chance to fill his position. I have a lot of reasons to be grateful to him." "Odd. You havent shown him that gratitude." For the first time, a touch of chill crept into the ships voice. "Ophelia," Althea groaned. "Please, lets not get into that again. You dont want me to pretend feelings for Grag that I simply dont have, do you?" "I simply cant understand why you dont have those feelings, thats all. Are you sure you do not deceive yourself? Look at my Grag. He is handsome, charming, witty, kind and a gentleman. Not to mention that he is born of a Bingtown Trader family and stands to inherit a sizable fortune. A fortune that includes a magnificent liveship, I might add. What more could you be looking for in a man?" "He is all those things and more. I conceded that to you days ago. I find no faults with Grag Tenira. Or with his magnificent liveship." Althea smiled at the ship. "Then the problem must be with you," Ophelia announced inexorably. "Why arent you attracted to him?" Althea bit her tongue for a moment. When she spoke, her voice was reasonable. "I am, Ophelia. In a way. Nevertheless, there are so many other things going on in my life that I cannot allow myself . . . I just do not have time to think about things like that. You know what I face when we get to Bingtown. I need to make amends with my mother, if that is possible. And there is another magnificent liveship that occupies my thoughts. I have to persuade my mother to support me when I try to take the Vivacia back from Kyle. She heard him vow before Sa that if I could but prove myself a sailor, he would give me the ship. However rashly he spoke, I intend to make him keep that vow. I know it is going to be an ugly struggle to force him to surrender Vivacia to me. I need to keep my mind focused on that." "Dont you think Grag could be a powerful ally in such a struggle?" "Would you think it honorable of me to encourage his advances only to use him as a tool to get my ship back?" Altheas voice was cool now. Ophelia laughed low. "Ah. He has made advances, then. I was beginning to worry about the boy. So. Tell me all about it." She quirked an eyebrow at Althea. "Ship!" Althea warned her, but after a moment, she could not help joining her laughter. "Are you going to pretend to me that you dont already know everything that goes on aboard you?" "Umm," Ophelia mused. "Perhaps I know most of what happens in the staterooms and belowdecks. But not all." She paused, then pried, "That was a very long silence inside his quarters yesterday. Did he try to kiss you yesterday?" Althea sighed. "No. Of course not. Grag is far too well bred for that." "I know. Mores the pity." Ophelia shook her head. As if she had forgotten to whom she was speaking, she added, "The boy needs a bit more spark to him. Nice is fine, but theres a time when a man should be a bit of a rogue, to get what he wants." She cocked her head at Althea. "Like Brashen Trell, for instance." Althea groaned. The ship had wormed his name out of her a week ago, and had given her no peace since then. If she was not demanding to know what was wrong with Grag, and why didnt Althea fancy him, then she was pestering her for the sordid details of her brief liaison with Brashen. Althea did not want to think about the man. Her feelings on that topic were too confusing. The more she decided she was finished with him, the more he intruded into her thoughts. She kept thinking of all the witty things she should have said at their last parting. He had been so rude when she had not kept a rendezvous she knew was unwise. The man had assumed too much, far too soon. He didnt deserve a moment of her thoughts, let alone dwelling on him. But despite her waking disdain for him, he intruded into her dreams. In her dreams, the poignancy of his gentle strength seemed a safe harbor worth seeking. In her dreams, she reminded herself, setting her teeth. In her waking hours, she knew he was no safe harbor, but a whirlpool of foolish impulses that would draw her to her doom. She had been silent too long; Ophelia was watching her face with a knowing look. Abruptly Althea stood straight and put a small smile on her face. "I think Ill go and see Grag before I turn in. There are a few questions I need answered." "Um," Ophelia purred, pleased. "Take your time asking them, my dear. The Tenira men think deeply before they act, but when they do act . . ." She lifted both her eyebrows at Althea. "You might not even remember Trells name afterward," she suggested. "Believe me. Im already doing my best to forget it." Althea was relieved to hurry away from her. Sometimes it was wonderful to spend part of the evening sitting and talking with the ship. The wizardwood figurehead incorporated many generations of Tenira sailors, but women had formed her first and deepest impressions. Ophelia retained a female perspective on life. It was not the fragile helplessness that now passed for femininity in Bingtown, but the independent determination that had distinguished the first women Traders. The advice she offered Althea was often startling to her, yet it frequently reinforced views Althea had privately held for years. Althea had not had many women friends. The tales Ophelia had shared with her had made her realize that her dilemmas were not as unique as she had believed. At the same time, Ophelias brazen discussions of Altheas most intimate problems both delighted and horrified her. The ship seemed to accept Altheas independence. She encouraged Althea to follow her heart, but also held her responsible for the decisions she had made. It was heady to have such a friend. She hesitated outside the door to Grags cabin. She paused to straighten her clothing and hair. She had been relieved to abandon the boys guise she had worn aboard the Reaper. On this ship, the crew knew her name. Althea Vestrit had to uphold the honor of her family. So although she dressed practically, in heavy cotton fabric, the trousers she wore were closer to being a split skirt. She had bound her hair back out of the way, but not tarred it into a queue. The laced-up blouse that she tucked carefully into her trousers even had a touch of embroidery on it. She felt a pleasant anticipation at the thought of seeing Grag. She enjoyed sitting and talking with him. There was a gratifying little tension of awareness between them. Grag found her attractive and was undaunted by her competency. He seemed impressed by it. It was a new and flattering experience for Althea. She wished she could be certain that was all she felt. Despite her fling w Details ISBN0553575643 Author Robin Hobb Short Title MAD SHIP Language English ISBN-10 0553575643 ISBN-13 9780553575644 Media Book DEWEY FIC Series Number 02 Year 2000 Imprint Bantam USA Subtitle The Liveship Traders Place of Publication New York Country of Publication United States Illustrations maps Residence Tacoma, WA, US Pages 864 DOI 10.1604/9780553575644 AU Release Date 2000-02-29 NZ Release Date 2000-02-29 US Release Date 2000-02-29 UK Release Date 2000-02-29 Publisher Bantam Doubleday Dell Publishing Group Inc Series Liveship Traders Trilogy Format Paperback Publication Date 2000-02-29 Audience General We've got this At The Nile, if you're looking for it, we've got it. With fast shipping, low prices, friendly service and well over a million items - you're bound to find what you want, at a price you'll love! TheNile_Item_ID:8032725;

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