Today, both of us are taking part in the blog tour for The Book Of Koli by M. R. Carey and we’ve got an extract and a review to share with you all.
About the author:
M. R. Carey has been making up stories for most of his life. His novel The Girl With All the Gifts was a word-of-mouth bestseller and is now a major motion picture based on his own screenplay. Under the name Mike Carey he has written for both DC and Marvel, including critically acclaimed runs on Lucifer, Hellblazer and X-Men. His creator-owned series The Unwritten appeared regularly in the New York Times graphic fiction bestseller list. He also has several previous novels, games, radio plays, and TV and movie screenplays to his credit.
About the book:
Beyond the walls of the small village of Mythen Rood lies an unrecognisable landscape. A place where overgrown forests are filled with choker trees and deadly seeds that will kill you where you stand. And if they don’t get you, the Shunned men will.
Koli has lived in Mythen Rood his entire life. He believes the first rule of survival is that you don’t venture too far beyond the walls.
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I love MR Carey’s books so was delighted to be able to read and review The Book of Koli (Book One in The Rampart Trilogy). I’m going to be honest…I didn’t love it straight away, in fact I struggled. We are immediately dropped into Koli’s world, this is his diary after all, and it’s his uneducated language and limited understanding of the world around him that we are reading. Once my brain adjusted to Koli’s dialogue I started to be drawn into this strange new world inhabited by choker trees, deadly vines and shunned men!
Koli lives in the small village of Mythen Rood where power is handed out to the chosen few (Ramparts), the old technology only “wakes up” for certain villagers and Koli dreams of being part of this elite group. Unfortunately he doesn’t have the magic touch and in trying to prove his worth ends up being evicted from Mythen Rood and left to survive in the (literal) wild! The pace and sense of danger escalates once we enter this part of the story and Koli comes face to face (or face to claw/fist/root) with what lurks outside the safety of home.
Koli is not alone on his journey and his companion Monono Aware (an AI from the olden days) is one of my favourite parts of the book. She provides the background to events and an intelligent voice, she’s also pretty sassy! On this journey Koli’s understanding of past events grow and he becomes determined to make a change to his world and the survival of the human race.
I cannot wait to read the rest in the series!
I got a story to tell you. I’ve been meaning to make a start for
a long while now, and this is me doing it, but I’m warning you
it might be a bumpy road. I never done nothing like this before,
so I got no map, as it were, and I can’t figure how much of what
happened to me is worth telling. Monono says I’m like a man
trying to cut his hair without a mirror. Too long and you might
as well not bother. Too short and you’re probably going to be
sorry. And either road, you got to find some way to make the
two sides match.
The two sides is this: I went away, and then I come home again.
But there’s more to the story than that, as you might expect. It
was a hard journey, both ways. I was tried and I was tested, lots of
times. You could say I failed, though what I brung back with me
changed the world for ever. I met the shunned men and their
messianic, Senlas, who looked into me with his hundreds of eyes.
I crossed the ruins of Birmagen, where the army of the Peacemaker
was ranged against me. I found the Sword of Albion, though it was
not what I was looking for and it brung me as much harm as
good. I fought a bitter fight against them I loved, and broke the
walls that sheltered me so they’d never stand again.
All this I done for love, and for what I seen as the best, but that
doesn’t mean it was right. And it still leaves out the reason why,
which is the heart of it and the needful thing to make you know
I am aiming to do that – to make you know me, I mean – but
it’s not an easy thing. The heft of a man’s life, or a woman’s life, is
more than the heft of a shovelful of earth or a cord of timber.
Head and heart and limbs and all, they got their weight. Dreams,
even, got their weight. Dreams most of all, maybe. For me, it seems
dreams was the hardest to carry, even when they was sweet ones.
Anyway, I mean to tell it, the good and the bad of it all together.
The bad more than the good, maybe. Not so you can be my judge,
though I know you will. Judging is what them that listen does for
them that tell, whether it’s wanted or not. But the truth is I don’t
mainly tell it for me. It’s rather for the people who won’t never
tell it for themselves. It’s so their names won’t fall out of the world
and be forgotten. I owe them better, and so you do. If that sounds
strange, listen and I’ll make it good.