There was a time when I didn't read fantasy. Come on. How could I? Reading horror and suspense and spy-thrillers was one thing. At least the characters had normal names. But fantasy? And fantasy with dragons? Just look at the names--Arlian, Quickhand, Black, Drisheen, Lord Enziet, Coin, Lord Kuruvan. And the places where these weird-named people lived--Smoking Mountain, Dreaming Mountains, Manfort, Arithei. Really? I can't read books with these kinds of names. I'll never get them straight, I can't pronounce half of them, and besides, I can't take a book seriously with silly names, outlandish settings, and dragons. No, not gonna do dragons. Give me people with supernatural abilities, give me demons and ghosts, even give me an occasional vampire. I can handle all that.
But I can't handle dragons.
At least, I used to think that. Until I read Dragon Weather by Lawrence Watt-Evans.
I originally bought this paperback sometime in the early 2000s (it was published in 1999) for my wife. She liked Lord of the Rings, had read The Chronicles of Narnia to our children, so I figured she'd like it. Well, she did. She loved it. A lot. And she told me how much she liked it. Then she told me I should read it. Yeah, OK honey, like that's going to happen. But she kept telling me to read it, that I would like it, and she kept telling me, so, eventually, I read it.
I've been married for 23 years now, and when my wife tells me I should do something, I've come to learn that most of the time (like, 99.9% of the time) she's dead on. As she was with her suggestion to me to read Dragon Weather.
You can read the description of the story on the book's GR page, so I wont' get into it here. Suffice to say there's a main character named Arlian who lives on the Smoking Mountains, there are fearsome dragons, a guy named Lord Enziet who's not exactly a kindly gentleman, and a group of people called The Dragon Society. There is conflict, there is intrigue, there is magic, and there is killing. All the ingredients of most fantasy stories out there.
What sets this fantasy story above most of the others is the way Watt-Evans writes characters. They may have bizarre names, but man, they behave just like I do, or just like I would. They fight their ways through difficulties with courage, sometimes with sarcasm, sometimes with ferocity, and sometimes they simply surrender to the fight. Just like me as I live my life, sometimes with courage, sometimes with sarcasm, at time with ferocity, and, in my weaker moments, sometimes surrendering. The characters in this story are real. They bleed when they get hurt, the feel pain, they hope and they despair. I easily identify with them.
And, just as in my own life, characters have multiple layers, layers that, after spending enough time with the person, get peeled off to reveal a fuller picture of the true person hidden under the layers and masks and deceptions. I've never met a stock, two-dimensional person in my life, and don't recall any such characters in Dragon Weather. By the end of the story, my view of numerous characters had changed completely through the course of the narrative. When an author can do that, that's always a good thing.
I must admit, as much as I now like reading fantasy, I think The Obsidian Chronicles trilogy, of which Dragon Weather is the first installment, is the only dragon-themed work I've read. But if, and when, I do read more stories with dragons in them, as I'm sure I eventually will, I will measure all of them, every single one of them, against Lawrence Watt-Evans's brilliant, engaging, violent, hopeful chronicle of Arlian, Lord Enziet, and the dragons.
For my next review, I'll revisit a bestselling superthriller (that's what these types of books used to be called) from 1980 that has since been made into a mega-hit movie franchise, whose author did voice-overs for TV commercials for products like Tiparillos and Tuna Helper, and has a three-word title like all the other novels written by the same author. Can you guess?