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The Slow Regard of Silent Things

Patrick Rothfuss

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Beschreibung

Discover #1 New York Times-bestselling Patrick Rothfuss' epic fantasy universe of The Kingkiller Chronicle, in this illustrated companion novella, The Slow Regard of Silent Things.

"I just love the world of Patrick Rothfuss." -Lin-Manuel Miranda • "He's bloody good, this Rothfuss guy." -George R. R. Martin • "Rothfuss has real talent." -Terry Brooks

Deep below the University, there is a dark place. Few people know of it: a broken web of ancient passageways and abandoned rooms. A young woman lives there, tucked among the sprawling tunnels of the Underthing, snug in the heart of this forgotten place.

Her name is Auri, and she is full of mysteries.

The Slow Regard of Silent Things is a brief, bittersweet glimpse of Auri's life, a small adventure all her own. At once joyous and haunting, this story offers a chance to see the world through Aurir's eyes. And it gives the reader a chance to learn things that only Auri knows....

In this book, Patrick Rothfuss brings us into the world of one of The Kingkiller Chronicle's most enigmatic characters. Full of secrets and mysteries, The Slow Regard of Silent Things is the story of a broken girl trying to live in a broken world.

Praise for The Kingkiller Chronicle:

"The best epic fantasy I read last year.... He's bloody good, this Rothfuss guy."
-George R. R. Martin, New York Times-bestselling author of A Song of Ice and Fire

"Rothfuss has real talent, and his tale of Kvothe is deep and intricate and wondrous."
-Terry Brooks, New York Times-bestselling author of Shannara

"It is a rare and great pleasure to find a fantasist writing...with true music in the words."
-Ursula K. Le Guin, award-winning author of Earthsea

"The characters are real and the magic is true."
-Robin Hobb, New York Times-bestselling author of Assassin's Apprentice

"Masterful.... There is a beauty to Pat's writing that defies description."
-Brandon Sanderson, New York Times-bestselling author of Mistborn

Praise for The Kingkiller Chronicle:
"The best epic fantasy I read last year.... He's bloody good, this Rothfuss guy."
-George R. R. Martin, New York Times-bestselling author of A Song of Ice and Fire

"Rothfuss has real talent, and his tale of Kvothe is deep and intricate and wondrous."
-Terry Brooks, New York Times-bestselling author of Shannara

"It is a rare and great pleasure to find a fantasist writing...with true music in the words."
-Ursula K. LeGuin, award-winning author of Earthsea

"The characters are real and the magic is true."
-Robin Hobb, New York Times-bestselling author of Assassin's Apprentice

"Masterful.... There is a beauty to Pat's writing that defies description."
-Brandon Sanderson, New York Times-bestselling author of Mistborn

"[Makes] you think he's inventing the genre, instead of reinventing it."
-Lev Grossman, New York Times-bestselling author of The Magicians

"This is a magnificent book."
-Anne McCaffrey, award-winning author of the Dragonriders of Pern

"The great new fantasy writer we've been waiting for, and this is an astonishing book."
-Orson Scott Card, New York Times-bestselling author of Ender's Game

"It's not the fantasy trappings (as wonderful as they are) that make this novel so good, but what the author has to say about true, common things, about ambition and failure, art, love, and loss."
-Tad Williams, New York Times-bestselling author of Memory, Sorrow, and Thorn

"Jordan and Goodkind must be looking nervously over their shoulders!"
-Kevin J. Anderson, New York Times-bestselling author of The Dark Between the Stars

"An extremely immersive story set in a flawlessly constructed world and told extremely well."
-Jo Walton, award-winning author of Among Others

"Hail Patrick Rothfuss! A new giant is striding the land."
-Robert J. Sawyer, award-winning author of Wake

"Fans of the epic high fantasies of George R.R. Martin or J.R.R. Tolkien will definitely want to check out Patrick Rothfuss' The Name of the Wind."
-NPR

"Shelve The Name of the Wind beside The Lord of the Rings...and look forward to the day when it's mentioned in the same breath, perhaps as first among equals."
-The A.V. Club

"Rothfuss (who has already been compared to the likes of Terry Goodkind, Robert Jordan, and George R. R. Martin) is poised to be crowned the new king of epic fantasy."
-Barnes & Noble

"I was reminded of Ursula K. Le Guin, George R. R. Martin, and J. R. R. Tolkein, but never felt that Rothfuss was imitating anyone."
-The London Times

"This fast-moving, vivid, and unpretentious debut roots its coming-of-age fantasy in convincing mythology."
-Entertainment Weekly

"This breathtakingly epic story is heartrending in its intimacy and masterful in its narrative essence."
-Publishers Weekly (starred)

"Reminiscent in scope of Robert Jordan's Wheel of Time series...this masterpiece of storytelling will appeal to lovers of fantasy on a grand scale."
-Library Journal (starred)

Produktdetails

Einband Taschenbuch
Seitenzahl 176
Erscheinungsdatum 17.11.2015
Sprache Englisch
ISBN 978-0-7564-1132-9
Reihe Die Königsmörder-Chronik
Verlag Penguin LCC US
Maße (L/B/H) 20.3/12.8/1.5 cm
Gewicht 214 g
Abbildungen w. Illustrationen by Nate Taylor.
Verkaufsrang 24144

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von einer Kundin/einem Kunden aus Mainz am 14.03.2021
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Das Buch an sich ist super, ist aber DRM locked. Das verhindert das Umwandeln in praktischere Formate und drückt dem Kunden das eigene auf.

von einer Kundin/einem Kunden am 25.03.2020
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A beautifully written story of a broken girl living in her own world. This novel gives an insight into the mind of Auri, whom we know from the "Kingkiller Chronicles". Patrick Rothfuss uses stunningly beautiful language to take the reader into Auri's world. Awesome read!


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  • THE FAR BELOW BOTTOM OF THINGS

    WHEN AURI WOKE, she knew that she had seven days.

    Yes. She was quite sure of it. He would come for a visit on the seventh day.

    A long time. Long for waiting. But not so long for everything that needed to be done. Not if she were careful. Not if she wanted to be ready.

    Opening her eyes, Auri saw a whisper of dim light. A rare thing, as she was tucked tidily away in Mantle, her privatest of places. It was a white day, then. A deep day. A finding day. She smiled, excitement fizzing in her chest.

    There was just enough light to see the pale shape of her arm as her fingers found the dropper bottle on her bedshelf. She unscrewed it and let a single drip fall into Foxen's dish. After a moment he slowly brightened into a faint gloaming blue.

    Moving carefully, Auri pushed back her blanket so it wouldn't touch the floor. She slipped out of bed, the stone floor warm beneath her feet. Her basin rested on the table near her bed, next to a sliver of her sweetest soap. None of it had changed in the night. That was good.

    Auri squeezed another drop directly onto Foxen. She hesitated, then grinned and let a third drop fall. No half measures on a finding day. She gathered up her blanket then, folding and folding it up, carefully tucking it under her chin to keep it from brushing against the floor.

    Foxen's light continued to swell. First the merest flickering: a fleck, a distant star. Then more of him began to iridesce, a firefly's worth. Still more his brightness grew till he was all-over tremulant with shine. Then he sat proudly in his dish, looking like a blue-green ember slightly larger than a coin.

    She smiled at him while he roused himself the rest of the way and he filled all of Mantle with his truest, brightest blue-white light.

    Then Auri looked around. She saw her perfect bed. Just her size. Just so. She checked her sitting chair. Her cedar box. Her tiny silver cup.

    The fireplace was empty. And above that was the mantelpiece: her yellow leaf, her box of stone, her grey glass jar with sweet dried lavender inside. Nothing was nothing else. Nothing was anything it shouldn't be.

    There were three ways out of Mantle. There was a hallway, and a doorway, and a door. The last of these was not for her.

    Auri took the doorway into Port. Foxen was still resting in his dish, so his light was dimmer here, but it was still bright enough to see. Port had not been very busy of late, but even so, Auri checked on everything in turn. In the wine rack rested half a broken plate of porcelain, no thicker than the petal of a flower. Below that was a leather octavo book, a pair of corks, a tiny ball of twine. Off to one side, his fine white teacup waited for him with a patience Auri envied.

    On the wall shelf sat a blob of yellow resin in a dish. A black rock. A grey stone. A smooth, flat piece of wood. Apart from all the rest, a tiny bottle stood, its wire bale open like a hungry bird.

    On the central table a handful of holly berries rested on a clean white cloth. Auri eyed them for a moment, then took them to the bookshelf, a perch they were more suited to. She looked around the room and nodded to herself. All good.

    Back in Mantle, Auri washed her face and hands and feet. She slipped out of her nightshirt and folded it into her cedar box. She stretched happily, lifting up her arms and rolling high onto her toes.

    Then she ducked into her favorite dress, the one he'd given her. It was sweet against her skin. Her name was burning like a fire inside her. Today was going to be a busy day.

    Auri gathered up Foxen, carrying him cupped in the palm of her hand. She made her way through Port, slipping through a jagged crack in the wall. It was not a wide crack, but Auri was so slight she barely needed turn her shoulders to keep from brushing up against the broken stones. It was nothing like a tight fit.

    Van was a tall room with straight, white walls of fitted stone. It was an echo-empty