Greg Costikyan reviewed The Shadow of the Torturer and The Claw of the Conciliator in Ares magazine #9 and commented that "This is fantasy as it should be written; portentous events, marvelous beings, wielders of great powers, a land of terror and delight. If Wolfe never writes another word, he will have made his mark." [4] a b The Book of the New Sun series listing at the Internet Speculative Fiction Database ( ISFDB). Retrieved 2012-04-23.

All right," Drotte said reluctantly, and we stepped through, the volunteers following. Certain mysteries aver that the real world has been constructed by the human mind, since our ways are governed by the artificial categories into which we place essentially undifferentiated things, things weaker than our words for them. I understood the principle intuitively that night as I heard the last volunteer swing the gate closed behind us. While attending Texas A&M Unive Gene Wolfe was an American science fiction and fantasy writer. He was noted for his dense, allusive prose as well as the strong influence of his Catholic faith, to which he converted after marrying a Catholic. He was a prolific short story writer and a novelist, and has won many awards in the field. The flanking volunteers ran toward him, but he had held onto his weapon. I saw the bright blade flash up, though its owner was still on the ground. I remember thinking what a fine thing it would have been to have had such a sword on the day Drotte became captain of apprentices, and then likening Vodalus to myself. To state that the world of Severian is grim is greater than an exaggeration; it is unable to entirely stand for the stagnancy as well as ethical latitude the personalities expose. As correct a torturer, Severian is very uncertain morally, qualified of both deep love in addition to wish yet also passionless when it concerned physical violence. The character oscillates in between merciful (for one personality) as well as divided when executing an added in addition to there is incredibly little in the means of brevity from the significant personality. Wolfe furthermore takes his time in spite of the measurement of the tale in getting where he wishes the personality (in addition to the target audience) to go. There are no grand events in this story (another break from design conventions). Instead, Wolfe counts on little occasions that finish in substantial yet regulated changes in the significant personality. In the beginning phases of overview, Severian reveals grace as well as looks after a damaged wardog. This worry builds up inside the character, leading to the event that would definitely trigger his expulsion from the just house the character has really ever understood amongst the torturers. What makes Gene Wolfe's epic different from everything else on the SFF shelf is his unique, evocative storytelling style. The reader isn't given all of the history and religion lessons (etc.) that are often dumped on us at the beginning of a fantasy epic. Rather, Severian's story is episodic and seems like it's meandering lazily, taking regular scenic detours, as if there's nowhere to go and plenty of time to get there. Because the story isn't a straight narrative, we don't understand the purpose or meaning of everything Severian relates ??? we have to patch it together as we go. By the end of the book, we're still clueless about most of it and we're starting to realize that Severian is kind of clueless, too. Much of the power of this novel comes from the sense that there is world-building and symbolism on a massive scale here, but that explanations and revelations for the reader would just cheapen it and remove the pleasure that comes from the experience of discovery.Exhausted by his day’s travels, Severian finds an inn and asks for a room. The innkeeper says none are left but Severian insists and the innkeeper says he can share a bed with two others who he assured Severian are optimates (“good men”). He brings Severian to a room where Baldanders – “the largest man I had ever seen; a man who might fairly have been called a giant” -- is asleep. Severian joins him in bed with Terminus Est between them and they mumble greetings to each other. That being said there is an actual plot which can be understood in the reality this takes place in, although it's certainly fair to say that you will not have a clear picture of how this world works or that Severian will actively tell you conflicting information in which you need to decide for yourself what is this novel's reality and which is distorted from his perspective on events. In effect, this means that the world will feel "fuzzy" or cloudy and you won't have a full picture of the rules of the world or what's even possible in this world by the end of the book. All this took place in dark and fog. I saw it, but for the most part the men were no more than ambient shadows—as the woman with the heart-shaped face had been. Yet something touched me. Perhaps it was Vodalus's willingness to die to protect her that made the woman seem precious to me; certainly it was that willingness that kindled my admiration for him. Many times since then, when I have stood upon a shaky platform in some marketplace square with Terminus Est at rest before me and a miserable vagrant kneeling at my feet, when I have heard in hissing whispers the hate of the crowd and sensed what was far less welcome, the admiration of those who find an unclean joy in pains and deaths not their own, I have recalled Vodalus at the graveside, and raised my own blade half pretending that when it fell I would be striking for him. This occasions Severian to recall a tale of Father Inire he heard from Thecla. When she was 13, she had a friend Domnina who looked several years younger. She says that there are two large mirrors in the Hall of Meaning which are 3-4 ells wide (10 to 13 feet) and extend to the ceiling. Thecla and Domnina enjoyed playing there because their images were infinitely multiplied. One day Father Inire approached them; he was wearing iridescent robes (having colors like the rainbow) that faded into gray and was only slightly taller than them. He told them to be wary because there was an imp hiding in the mirror who creeps into the eyes of those who look at it. Domnina asked if he was shaped like a gleaming tear and Father Inire said that was someone else. But he offered to take her to his “presence chamber” tomorrow to show him to Domnina.

Severian and Dorcas walk about the city and then return to their room. Although Dorcas cannot remember being with a man, she knows she is not a virgin and is not hesitant in her desire for Severian. They make love and Dorcas says, “I’m glad. I’m so glad.” Severian falls asleep afterward and again dreams of the great face he has seen in his prior dream of Gyoll, “a portent of coral and white seen in the sky, smiling with needle teeth.” Severian the future narrator pauses in his recitation to wonder aloud if he is providing too much detail for these scenes. But he has “spent weary days in reading the histories of my predecessors” (prior Autarchs) and they consist of abridged accounts which are open to multiple interpretations of motivations and causes. He philosophizes that one’s actions are influenced by both external and internal forces. The external is embodied in “those figures who wait beyond the void of death…Rightly we feel our lives guided by them, and rightly too we feel how little we matter to them, the builders of the unimaginable, the fighters of wars beyond the totality of existence.” However there are forces within us equally great – like Severian’s unexplainable desire for the shopkeeper’s daughter. Those forces “waken within us and we are ridden like beasts, though the rider is but some hitherto unguessed part of ourselves.” They enter the Garden of Endless Sleep which consists of a dark lake in an endless fen. Agia explains that the lake water can preserve corpses so they are weighted down with lead to reside there and their locations noted so they can found later. An old man paddling a skiff approaches and disputes this – although he has a marked diagram, he cannot locate the body of his wife. He further explains that the deadly averns were planted here by Father Inire to kill the manatees which came through the conduit. Agia is not interested and proceeds forward but Severian slowly walks along the shore in time with the old man’s paddling while the two converse. Though Severian expects to be tortured and executed, instead the head of the guild dispatches Severian to Thrax, a distant city which has need of an executioner. Master Palaemon gives Severian a letter of introduction to the archon of the city and Terminus Est, a magnificent executioner's sword. He departs the guild headquarters, traveling through the decaying city of Nessus. He finally comes upon an inn, where he forces the innkeeper to take him in despite being full and is asked to share a room with other boarders. His roommates are the giant Baldanders and Dr. Talos, travelling as mountebanks, who invite Severian to join them in a play to be performed the same day. During breakfast, Dr. Talos manages to recruit the waitress for his play and they set out into the streets. Audible really outdid themselves with this production. I can't imagine a finer narrator for this series than Jonathon Davis. His pacing, emphasis, vocal expressions and various character renderings are flawless. The pacing is particularly important, as nearly every sentence contains some clue to solving the final puzzle.

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The book doesn't need anything cut, it needs to be slashed, gutted and reassembled into a cohesive narrative. We don't need 30 hours to go over literally two plot points - leaving his childhood home after a betrayal, and meeting some people on the way. Domnina later vowed she would not go but a servant in a livery came for her the next day. When she returned hours later she was very upset. The servant had taken her down halls she did not know existed in the House Absolute, which alone was frightening. The presence chamber itself was a large room with solid red hangings and empty except for two vases taller than a man and several feet wide. “In the center was what she at first took to be a room within the room. The walls were octagonal and painted with labyrinths. Over it, just visible from where she stood at the entrance to the presence chamber burned the brightest lamp she had ever seen. It was blue-white, she said, and so brilliant an eagle could not have kept his eyes on it.” One of the eight walls painted with labyrinths opened and Father Inire stepped out. Behind him she saw a bottomless hole filled with light. He said, “You’ve come just in time. Child, the fish is nearly caught. You can watch the setting of the hook, and learn by what means his golden scales are to be meshed in our landing net.” He then led her into the octagonal enclosure.