Song of Shiver Barrens reviewed

I have just seen the first review of Song of the Shiver Barrens. It is up on Specusphere, and you can read it here. Thank you, Satima! I think I will write a post some time on the point she made about using vocab from real cultures. She has a very valid point and I have been giving a lot of thought to addressing this issue more carefully in The Random Rain Quartet.

Mostly the review is balm to a writer’s soul…

In this, Glenda Larke’s seventh book, the author shows us yet again what a magnificent gift she has for world-building…..Larke has demonstrated in previous books that she not only has one of the best imaginations in the business but that she also has a strong social conscience and this is shown as clearly as ever in the latest opus.

And later the paragraph I like best:

This premise looks like the start of still another all-too-unsurprising coming-of-age novel, but Larke has given the situation such twists and turns that by the end of the book the trope is almost completely turned on its ear, and Song of the Shiver Barrens is a better book by far because of it. Like Arrant’s powers, it is completely unpredictable and readers can expect to be glued to their seats until the final page is turned.

🙂 I love surprising readers.

When you can’t get a drink of water…

I am now working on my next book, DROUTHLORD. I am hoping to have it completed by the end of the year. [Where does one get those nifty counter/percentage completed thingies that other writers seem to put up on their blogs??] Okay, so I am not starting from scratch. I started it back in 2002, but it was shelved in order to work on books that were contracted for.

So far, everyone who has read it thinks it’s the best thing yet – but I haven’t sold it anywhere. Ironies abound in my life, especially when it comes to my writing life…

It is all about the magic of water and the pain of not having enough of it, so I guess I am a bit sensitive to anything about water at the moment. As a consequence, when I was sitting in Nando’s in MidValley the other day, ordering lunch, I ended up fuming.

I asked for plain tap water. What I got was mineral water in a bottle. I refused it. I loathe the waste of resources that go into packaging water in this fashion, then delivering it, when we have perfectly good, treated water coming out of our taps. No one who cares about the proper use of the world’s resources should buy mineral water unless it is necessary.

So I said, No – I’ll take tap water.
[The waiter then assumed I was a tourist as everyone does to my constantly repeated frustration. No, not everyone with a white skin is a tourist, mate.] Anyway, he said, In this country we can’t drink water from the tap. Not safe.
Now that is a lie.
Whether he knew he was lying and just wanted me to pay for water, I don’t know.
I got mad and told him what he said was not true. He was denigrating the public services of his country.
He went away, but he didn’t get any water. He sent the manager instead, who told me quite bluntly that they would not give me tap water. I could buy it in a bottle.

I went without a drink.

And I decided I will never eat in Nando’s again – and I am asking you all not to eat there either, at least until they change their policy of refusing their customers water.

And here, to whet [wet?] your appetite is the first paragraph in the first book of The Random Rain Quartet. Who knows, it may be the only paragraph you ever get a chance to read..

It was the last night of her childhood.

Terrell, unknowing, thought it was just another busy evening in Mattie’s Snuggery. Crowded and noisy and hot, the rooms were hazy with the fumes from the keproot pipes of the addicted and thick with the smell of the resins smouldering in the censers. Smoky blue tendrils curled through the archways, spreading conviviality as they blurred the air.

Everything as usual.

Terrell’s job was to collect the dirty plates and mugs and take them back to the kitchen, in an endless round from sunset until the blackness of night dissolved under the cold fingers of pre-dawn. Her desire was to be unnoticed at the task.

Her dream was to escape her future as one of Mattie’s girls.

More from Mulu – the Melinau River




Rapids and still waters. Sun sparkles on the surface. Glimpses of distant mountains, close encounters with limestone cliffs. Penan children splashing in water so clear you can see every pebble on the river bottom. Remoteness, the river a lifeline in a land without roads.




Egrets and Lesser Fish-eagles flap away from the boat, and I have never seen such magic dragonflies, flashing colour like fireworks as they catch the sun….

Mulu. Go there.

May in Mulu…


Remember, you can click on the photos to make them larger.





Apart from telling you that I am basking in the knowledge that the final book of the Mirage Makers trilogy, Song of the Shiver Barrens in now number ten on the bestsellers list in the speciality bookshop in Sydney, Galaxy, I am not going to mention writerly stuff.

Instead I am going to return to May when I went walkabout in Mulu. Mulu is a World Heritage Site and a national park in Sarawak, East Malaysia, and it has been having a hard time recently because the airlines serving it don’t seem able to get their act together, which is a real shame because it is a breathtaking spot… [One flight we took had 4 passengers and we had to distribute ourselves around the plane to balance it!] Mulu is famous for its caves and its bats, but really it could be just as well known for its scenery and its rivers and its forests. The birdlife wasn’t half bad, either. We saw the rare Hose’s Broadbill on a fruiting figtree, along with well over 100 other species.

The first photo shows where we stayed inside the Park, at a reasonable amount in great comfort. the last is an Agamid lizard, and yes, that stick like bit it its tail. It was about 40 cm [15″] long from tailtip to nose.

The author answers [8]


Patty had a second question: Is there ever a chance you’ll like your second and third books better than the first? It seems to me there is such exhilaration at finishing the first, it has to stay your favourite for a long time 😉

With me at least, it is a little hard to answer this because of the muddle of my books.

I finished my first book aged twelve, so I really can’t remember how I felt! I wrote a few others that I never tried to market after that. And then I finally got serious.

I wrote The Aware and had it accepted by an agent (who is still my agent), who then started showing it around in UK and USA. So the exhilaration of that was fantastic. But then it became more like a roller coaster ride, with lots of sinking feelings in between the highs as editors refused after initial nibbling…
The Aware at this stage was being offered as the first book in a series, rather than Book 1 of a trilogy.

I wrote The Heart of the Mirage in the meantime. Why? Because it seemed to be a bit silly to do another book in the Isles of Glory world if I couldn’t get the first published. Once again Heart of the Mirage was offered as a first book in a series in UK and USA. Again, a roller coaster ride. It came very, very, very close several times, but something always went wrong.

Meanwhile I was off writing Havenstar. It was taken up almost immediately as a launch book for a new imprint in the UK. The day I heard that was just two days after my mother died. So as you can imagine, my feelings were really mixed. I couldn’t help wondering why it hadn’t happened just a few days earlier so I could have told her. Then just as sales were taking off into the stratosphere, the imprint failed. So my emotions about my first published book became even more mixed…

I wrote another book which my agent didn’t like and has never been offered anywhere. In the end I pilfered it heavily for another book, so it never will be published.

Then I started writing Drouthlord. I never finished it because in the meantime The Aware was sold and I had to sit down and write Gilfeather and The Tainted as books 2 & 3.

Heart of the Mirage was then sold, and I had to write The Shadow of Tyr and Song of the Shiver Barrens.

Now I am back working on Drouthlord. In the end, it all became so muddled that I don’t think I have a soft spot for any book based on the particular thrill I got out of it…

Now my focus and passion is always fixed on the one I am writing. It becomes my favourite by default. I’d be interested to know, though, what other authors feel about their own works.

Hey, I’m a fantastic woman…?

I have been beta reading Book 2 of Karen Miller’s Godspeaker trilogy. [The first book was Empress of Mijak – it is already out in Australia – and this second one is called The Riven Kingdom.]

Unfortunately the wretched woman only gave me two thirds of The Riven Kingdom and I am left biting my nails waiting for the third segment. Talk about torture. I am so involved with the characters I just don’t want to wait. Beta reading? Forget it. I just want to know how it is all going to turn out… It’s just as well for Karen that she lives in Sydney and I’m in Kuala Lumpur.

Anyway, maybe to placate my ire at being left dangling, the lovely Karen has said some rather nice things, and put up an interview she did with me, on her blog. You can find it through her website here

Better still, she is also going to be interviewing some other fabulous writers, such as Rachel Caine, in the future. So, if you want to know more about me, hop over there. And if you want to be kept on the edge of your seat, try reading her Godspeaker trilogy.

A brilliant idea for a new fantasy…

Sorry, Patty, I shall answer your second question tomorrow. Today I have to deal with a brilliant idea I have for a new fantasy novel.

It’s all about a beautiful young heroine…I shall call her Iduya because I love that name. She is not rich, but is determined to work in order to help her family. Luckily, the Good God Above has seen fit to bestow her with a sweet singing voice as well as sweet looks, so she performs to earn an honest living. She dresses in the modern way of that land as she sings in the city.

Of course, there are villains. These are men with dark souls and evil minds, who believe – in their total arrogance – that they are better than everyone else and that they speak for the Good God Above. A minor Ruler of the Realm has even given their leader a title for his services in the name of the God.

The leader sends henchmen from his organisation (termed JAIP, or “Justice and Imprisonment for Independent Personages”) to search out folk who don’t pay homage to his way of thinking. Oddly enough, he always seems to target women. [I’ll have to do some thinking on that one – I mean, it sounds kinda wacky, doesn’t it, that someone has it in for 50% of the population…I’ll have to explain that sort of prejudice so that it makes sense. Difficult, I know, and it may end up being the weakness of the book. Darn, it is hard to make a law seem at all sensible to intelligent readers when it targets women but does not apply to men …]

Anyway, these evil-minded men from JAIP find the lovely Iduya singing. They are so determined to stop her from being so independent and giving simple pleasure to others, that they arrest her, throw her into a cell, packed in with other prisoners, and they use their magic to make it cold so that they will all spend the night shivering.

They call everything she touches unclean, accuse her of immorality against The Good God, tell her she is tainting her family with her wicked money. They want her to feel small and dirty and guilty, and they are very good at that kind of thing. They try very hard to find evidence, but she is a heroine and so, of course, they can’t find any proof.

So, after a night of freezing, and being ogled by the villains who make magic pictures of her to drool over in their spare time, they say she is going to be brought before the judge for not wearing clothes with sleeves in them (this in a land where half the female population doesn’t wear sleeves, and the men often go naked to the waist…) They say that because she did this, and because her singing was so pleasurable, men are made immoral and unable to resist immorality…that they are forced to fornicate just by catching sight of the lovely Iduya and hearing the heavenly sounds of her God-granted voice.

No. Now that I have written this down, it sounds sooooooooo ridiculous. I mean, no one would believe a silly fantasy like this, would they?

I mean, what male reader would like to be told that a song and two bare arms has the power to make him behave immorally?

And how can bare arms do that anyway, when half the women in the land wear sleeveless clothes out in the street? I’d have to portray every male in the story as rolling around on the pavement committing grave acts of fornication every time they saw a woman or heard the sweetness of her voice.

Besides, reading the paper this morning, I read something that makes it seem as though I pinched the idea from somewhere else. Nope, the whole thing is just so stupid, no one is ever going to be convinced by the story or feel for my heroine.

After all, no one would ever behave in such a ridiculous, puerile manner as my guys from JAIP, would they?

The author answers….


Patty’s first question was this: Which book that you’ve written is your favourite and why?

Hmm…no one asks me easy questions.
This one is hard because I tend to forget about all the books I’ve written before and concentrate on the one I am writing at the moment. It becomes my be-all, and everything else fades.

But that’s not a fair answer.

I loved writing the stand-alone Havenstar, the very first to be published, but I haven’t re-read it since, so I am not sure how it will have stood the test of time. I loved it because I thought I thought I created a really neat world that hadn’t been done before. And I liked the hero. Dark, infuriating, tragic, heroic, brave, stoical – he is all of that. Of all the books I have written, it is Havenstar that gave me the least trouble. It flowed out of my fingers, and was hardly changed after it’s initial polish.

The Isles of Glory – well, I like the way it was framed, by the letters/diary from the near future. I thought that gave it a depth that it wouldn’t have had otherwise. I enjoyed writing Blaze, the larger-than-life heroine with a self-deprecating sense of humour and a very large sword…

But of the three books of that trilogy it was the middle one – the only one that didn’t get shortlisted for the Aurealis! – that I loved the most. Writing Gilfeather was a labour of love. I liked Kelwyn so much. He’s a complex man, very human and very humane; he tries so hard, but everything seems to conspire against him, dragging him into horrifying situations. The more he tries to do the right thing, the worse things get. I put him through hell, and I felt for him so much. Besides, I loved the end of that book. I loved the way it shocked so many of my readers, who didn’t see it coming in spite of all the clues. And any writer with a diabolical streak loves doing that…

I have tried to do something similar with Song of the Shiver Barrens, not with the ending, but with something that happens just past the halfway mark. However, I am a bit too close to the whole trilogy yet to know how I feel about any of the books comparatively.

So I would have to say my favourite is Gilfeather. I think it is one of my best books. The weird thing is that it has had the worst sales – Book One and Book Three of the Isles of Glory sold many more copies and I am at a loss to explain why.

Actually, I’d love to throw this questions to my readers: which of my books is your favourite?

I’ll answer your other question tomorrow.

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Satima Flavell
didn’t really ask a question, but she did say something that I thought was worth a separate blog page.

She mentioned outlining a book before writing it, having a plan, otherwise there is a danger of ending up with a plot that wanders all over the place.

Everyone is different and different writers do it differently. Some beginner writers often want to plunge straight in without thinking it through and get themselves into trouble because they don’t know where they are going. Other beginners do the opposite – they spend all their time planning their book that they never seen to get around to plunging in!

I must admit I am not much of a planner. When I do have a detailed plan, I never seem to stick to it because something better comes along. Ideas tend to come thick and fast when I am writing a first draft, and some of them inevitably change the direction of the journey. I have in fact been known to decide to change an ending while in mid-stream.

Does that mean I too don’t know where I am going ?

No. In fact, I am adamant about that. I MUST know where I am going. The ending has to be clear in my mind when I begin, at least in outline, even if later I may change it because I have a better idea. And note, I am never without an ending in mind.

A writer – and I have forgotten who, which is a shame as I would like to acknowledge him – put it something like this:

Writing is a journey. The author starts on a hilltop, gazing across a valley at a distant hilltop. He knows all the details of the place he is standing on. That distant hill is where he is going, the end of his journey. He can see it clearly and knows what it looks like. But when he looks down in the valley, it is full of mist or thick fog. A few high points stick up about the fog, and they, too, are absolutely clear. They are the key high points of the story – the crucial, pivotal moments in the tale.

His journey is going to take him down into that fog, but he knows where he is heading – towards that first high point. And then to the second and the third, and so on to the distant hilltop.

And that is the way I write. I know where I begin, I know what it is going to be like at the end, and I know where and what happens at those crucial moments in between. I may not know all the players, or who I will meet along the way, some of the scenery may be misted over as I begin, but I have enough to keep me on track.

I think it is a foolish writer who starts a book without that much.

I mentioned having a detailed plan…well, yes, as a rule I do end up having one. Why? Because a publisher wants it before they will sign you up on a book you haven’t yet written. Just to make sure you are going to write something that sounds doable.

And shhh, don’t tell anyone, but every time I have done this for a publisher, I have promptly forgotten most of the details and just write my way to that next high point. I find that is what works best for me. It allows me wriggle room.

Those characters of mine keep on going off and doing things differently anyway, the wretches…

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I have just had my first feedback on Song of the Shiver Barrens. Over on the Voyager board, Tsana says (and I hope she doesn’t mind me pinching her words):

I loved it. It kept me guessing right up until the end. For once, I had absolutely no idea how it was going to end and that was great. There were also so many moments where I thought “No! That can’t happen!” ….. It was heart-wrenchingly brilliant. I am definitely going to be recommending this series to all my friends.

Right about now, I wipe the sweat from my brow… Whew. Someone likes it. Sheesh, we writers are so damned insecure it’s not funny.

The author answers.. [5]


Nicole asked a second question too: Which book that has been published do you wish you did write, and why?

You mean, besides The Da Vinci Code or any of the Harry Potter books, right?

That’s a tough one.

Would I like the money of J.K.Rowlings?
Or the esteem given to Tolkien who broke the ground first in so many respects?
Or the literary nod given to fantasy writers whose work is considered mainstream literature such as the Latino magical realism writers?
Or the adulation given to Gaiman by his legions of fans?
Or the respect of my peers as is given to people like Gene Wolfe?

Aaaargh, the question gets harder and harder.

I’ve just hugely enjoyed Temeraire by Naomi Novak. Would love to have written that – it’s so well done and such fun at the same time.
I’d love to have the satisfaction of knowing I had written just about anything by Guy Gavriel Kay – the being able to write a brilliant story in such good prose…

No, I give up. Too hard.

I want to write books that keep people up at nights until they’ve finished reading, at the same time as writing beautiful lyrical language…is that too much to ask? Lol…