While I wait to see what the designer will come up with for the cover of Book 2: Revenants, (it usually takes around 10 days for the first look), here’s how the cover for Book 1: Requiem came about.
I was a bit of a control freak with my first fantasy book cover. I provided all the images and even a mockup created on Pixlr (with my limited design skills). So I guess I didn’t really let the designer do much designing. See featured picture above for the separate images for which I bought a standard license from stock photo sites such as Shutterstock, Dreamstime, and Deposit Photos. Many stock photo sites do promotions and deals where you can get cheaper images, or alternatively, book designers allow you to choose from the stock images they have access to.
These separate images became the cover of Requiem. 100covers did a good job, I think, and it received compliments to that effect. I rather like the dark, moody blue filter.
So what will the Revenants cover be like? In many ways, Revenants is a darker story, faster-paced, with more peril. Requiem was a somewhat lighter set-up for a series that will take the protagonists on a challenging journey of at least five books.
Jude and Hagar will appear on the Revenants cover, but apart from providing stock photos of these two, and one optional background picture to set the mood, I have given the designer free rein this time. It’s up to them to pick what elements of the story will make up the cover background.
Revenants features weather as an antagonistic force, so I have asked for some fog on the cover. There are also the undead spirit beings suggested by the title. It’s set in Vanar University and this time, there’s more of the city of Vanar in the story, including the Undercity and the volcanic peak on the edge of the city. And there’s a dragon too. So lots of options there for possible backdrops.
I’ll leave you with the image I sent as a possible background, which may or not appear on the cover depending on what the designer chooses. It depicts the mood of the book in a way. A threat from imposters, invading revenants, the fog, and a new location in Vanar: the Undercity.
First impressions while watching the first episode in the series: Rollercoaster ride. Emotional. Breathtaking scenery and sets, loved Emond’s Field and Shadar Logoth. The characterisation was very good.
Warning: Minor spoilers in this review, although I do not talk at length about the plot.
Detailed review: Barney Harris who played Mat was better than expected. I thought he might not have been up to the part seeing as he left the show at the end of the first series, but actually, he interpreted Mat well. He made for a wily and snarky Mat, whose dry commentary brings some welcome humour. In fact, I felt that all of the main actors were good in role.
Favourites for me right from the start are Moraine, Lan, and Mat, and Nynaeve is as caustic as she is in the books, but a bit more likeable. The Trollocs battle in Emond’s Field was off-screen in the novel but probably the biggest slice of action in the first episodes. I felt emotional when Moraine performed magic against the trollocs and loved the effects and style of the magic casting. It’s just how I imagined it. It reminded me of how caster characters play in the gaming world in that they are a bit squishy when casting powerful magic because of the time it takes. It made the need for the warder obvious. I prefer this to unrealistic fast magic that has no cost. In fact, it’s very clear that her use of magic costs her. And Rosamund Pike is a great actress.
I noticed every diversion from the books as I re-read the first book very recently. Some changes are necessary as the book was not written for the screen. Some I wondered about, like Moraine’s wounding, but I guess it made for greater drama. I felt that the trollocs and fades were suitably terrifying but faster moving and closer on the heels of the protagonists than I imagined in the books. This upping of the action is all about satisfying modern audiences. Personally, I would have liked a bit less violence and blood. It’s definitely not suitable for children, although I feel that Jordan’s world should have been closer to Lord of the Rings than the darker Game of Thrones.
Overall, I forgave most of the changes and really enjoyed seeing this world come to life. A first episode is always difficult. I found my suspension of disbelief most stretched when Moraine asked the four to follow her out of Emond’s Field, telling them they must leave immediately. They and their families barely put up a fight. Of course, Rand certainly puts up a fight later and that kind of conflict is real. On the other hand, an improvement on the novel was the early introduction to the white cloaks and the threat they pose to Aes Sedai. And although I wonder how they keep their whites so white, the costume choice does give them a crazy kind of KKK look. The weaving in of the Manetheren story through a song also worked well and didn’t feel like an obvious expository diversion.
I was fully invested by episode three and have heard a lot of fans say they enjoy the first three chapters more on a second watching, probably because by then they’ve gotten over decrying the changes. In episode three, Thom Merrilin finally makes an appearance and his song about the breaking of the world gave me chills. Good casting for him and yes the patches are on the inside of his cloak. Let’s face it he might have looked a bit of a fool otherwise. When reading the book I was unable to imagine those patches looking cool on the outside. I do hope they weave more song into the series as so far they nailed it, and song is so much a part of the books.
A lot of money and hard work has gone into this, and so far, this is a good adaptation. I like that they’ve aged it up and modernised it. It’s no easy task as the story goes on for fourteen books and a prequel. While GoT felt like it was written for screen adaptation (Martin is a screenwriter after all), Jordan’s books were certainly not. There’s been some harsh reviewing already, occasionally by journalists who dislike the fantasy genre, which doesn’t really make for an objective critique. Also, it’s far too early to judge the whole series.
I’m hooked and looking forwards to seeing more. And while books and screen comparisons are inevitable, it’s a bit like comparing potatoes and apples.
‘THEY’RE LOCKED,’ SAID HAGAR, turning around in the dark to see the glint of Noq’s eyes behind her. ‘Do we have magic for this?’
‘You can do it,’ Noq whispered. ‘Try saying agori.’
Hagar concentrated on the locks. She wasn’t sure what to do. Noq never explained anything very well. She was certain there were proper techniques that mages followed, but whatever Noq was, he followed no rules.
‘Agori.’
The white foxes yipped. They’d woken them all up by now. At this rate the furrier would be here next.
‘Say it louder, Hagar.’
She raised her voice above a whisper, ‘Agori.’
One fox barked.
Noq reached forwards and touched a padlock. ‘Agori.’ There was a clink-clunk, and it fell. The shed was dark, but she heard it hit the stone floor. The foxes were all scrabbling and yelping now.
‘You didn’t tell me I had to touch the lock, too,’ Hagar whispered through gritted teeth.
‘I did not know. Just experimenting.’
After that, it was easy. With the word and one touch, each lock broke off and the doors opened. Some doors squeaked, while others ground on rusted hinges. As the cages opened, the white foxes ran out. Hagar could have sworn they were smiling.
‘Run free, little ones,’ she said.
High-pitched voices called back to her, ‘thank you, thank you, thank you.’
Hagar turned to Noq. ‘These foxes can talk?’
‘Yes. When we are bound together, you have some of my abilities, and those foxes were pretty special anyway. They’re from The Disputed Land.’
‘Wherever that is.’ Hagar turned to look back at the empty cages. ‘But it’s not enough. He’ll just get more foxes. He won’t stop.’
Noq raised his eyebrows and cocked his head to one side, as he often did when he was thinking. ‘How about we make sure that the furrier never starts up his business again?’
He raised his left forefinger—Noq was left-handed—and smiled enigmatically.
‘What?’ said Hagar.
‘This,’ said Noq, and a small flame burst from his forefinger. ‘You too.’
‘How?’
‘Do as I do, and say taan in your head, and it’s the right hand for you.’
Taan. Hagar lifted her finger and a flame burst from hers too. ‘Oh,’ she exclaimed, instinctively shaking her hand to put it out, but this flame only burned higher, though she couldn’t feel any heat.
‘It will not hurt you,’ he said. ‘Just don’t set yourself on fire.’
Noq stepped forwards and put his finger down on the bench that held the small iron cages. It shouldn’t have caught fire so fast with such a small flame, but this was magical fire.
‘We’re gonna be in trouble for this,’ said Hagar as she laid her finger on the bench too, watching the flames double in just a second.
‘Only if they catch us,’ said Noq. ‘Come on, let’s get out of here.’
Noq wasn’t human. She wasn’t really sure what he was. He moved quickly and was at the edge of the furrier’s property in seconds. It took her more than twice the time, and when she reached him, they both looked back. The whole of the wooden building that had held the foxes was now alight. Flames licked out of the open door and up onto the roof. Hagar was glad the foxes had escaped but wasn’t sure about the fire.
‘Maybe we should damp it down a bit?’ she said. ‘It might burn their house down too.’
‘No time,’ said Noq. ‘The elderguard are coming. We have to go now.’
Hagar could hear the guards coming, footfalls running up the hill towards the inferno she’d help create at Whitetail Furriers. They were not quite close enough to be in view yet—it was only because she was sharing Noq’s senses that she could hear them at all.
‘Come on,’ said Noq. ‘Give me your hand, slowcoach. I can make a portal for us.’
‘Portal?’ Hagar asked breathlessly, but she didn’t argue. It wouldn’t do to be arrested by the elderguard and taken before the elders. It was only a month since the last time, and she was unsure how many more of her misdemeanours they would tolerate. She was eighteen and old enough to go to prison.
As soon as she gripped Noq’s hand, there was a sickening rush and an unbearable squeezing and squashing sensation. A gale force wind that seemed to be inside her head replaced normal sound. Hagar wondered if she was about to die until the brightness and the wind faded, and she thumped down on the wooden floor of her bedroom.
‘Urgh,’ she said. ‘Remind me to take the stagecoach in future.’
‘I only use it when it’s necessary,’ said Noq.
‘Hagar Wixey, what are you doing up there?’ A voice shouted from below. It was her father, Sylvan.
Hagar opened the door and shouted down: ‘I’m fine. Just fell off my bed.’
‘Be more careful, clumsy,’ Pa shouted back.
Noq was standing stock-still in the middle of her room. ‘I’d better unbind us now,’ he said. ‘I’m draining you. You’re going to be exhausted after this. We did quite a bit of magic. You should tell him you’re not well and have a good sleep.’
‘I am rather tired,’ said Hagar, sitting down on her bed. ‘Stay a bit longer, Noq.’
Noq made the rather vicious arm movement needed to unbind them and uttered a few unintelligible words. It looked as if he was throwing something rather nasty away, but Noq had told her that using her energy was wonderful for him. At the same time, it was dangerous for her. He’d told her never to accept help from another mirage. ‘I’m looking after you, but others might only be after your energy, or worse.’
When she’d asked him precisely what a mirage was, he’d not explained. He never wanted to talk about that, and it was the easiest way to cut short his visit. Not that she ever wanted to do that. He had been with her since she was a young child, and they’d grown up together. He always appeared to be the same age as her, but Noq said appearances are deceptive, and he was ageless.
‘I appear as you want me to appear,’ he said.
Maybe that explained why he was so handsome, and clearly not human once you got to know him. The fast movements, unworldly agility, the catlike neatness of him, and his stealth—you could never hear him coming. It was rare to see him actually step out of the mirror. Usually there might be a hint of a shadow following her or standing at her side, and she’d turn to see those unnaturally blue eyes looking down at her. His hair was dark and sleek, and she would have chosen those cheekbones too.
‘There’s no point in falling in love with me,’ Noq had told her. ‘I’m not human, remember that.’
Easier said than done.
‘I wish others could see you,’ she said.
‘It’s better that they don’t,’ he said, putting his hand on her shoulder. ‘Sometimes I think I haven’t helped you at all.’
‘Of course, you have. You’re my guardian angel.’
‘You might have made more human friends if you hadn’t had me.’ He looked sad.
‘I’ve got no regrets,’ said Hagar, moving closer to him. If he would only let her kiss him on the lips, just once.
But Noq jerked away. ‘Oh no,’ he grunted.
Hagar sighed. ‘I’m sorry.’
‘No, not that. It’s the elderguard. They’ve come for us.’
Hagar stood up but was overcome by dizziness and sat down again. ‘You’d better go.’
‘No. I’m staying with you,’ said Noq. ‘The guards can’t see me, anyway.
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