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Робин Хобб. Ship of Magic
Ship of Magic
Robin Hobb
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Contents
Map
Prologue
1 OF PRIESTS AND PIRATES
2 LIVESHIPS
3 EPHRON VESTRIT
4 DIVVYTOWN
5 BINGTOWN
6 THE QUICKENING OF THE VIVACIA
7 LOYALTIES
8 NIGHT CONVERSATIONS
9 A CHANGE OF FORTUNES
10 CONFRONTATIONS
11 CONSEQUENCES AND REFLECTIONS
12 OF DERELICTS AND SLAVESHIPS
13 TRANSITIONS
14 FAMILY MATTERS
15 NEGOTIATIONS
16 NEW ROLES
17 KENNIT’S WHORE
18 MALTA
19 TESTIMONIES
20 CRIMPERS
21 VISITORS
22 PLOTS AND PERILS
23 JAMAILLIA SLAVERS
24 RAIN WILD TRADERS
25 CANDLETOWN
26 GIFTS
27 PRISONERS
28 VICISSITUDES
29 DREAMS AND REALITY
30 DEFIANCE AND ALLIANCE
31 SHIPS AND SERPENTS
32 STORM
33 DAY OF RECKONING
34 RESTORATIONS
35 PIRATES AND CAPTIVES
36 SHE WHO REMEMBERS
Acknowledgements
If you enjoyed Ship of Magic, check out these other great Robin Hobb titles
About the Author
Also by the Author. THE FARSEER TRILOGY
THE TAWNY MAN
THE SOLDIER SON
THE RAIN WILD CHRONICLES
FITZ AND THE FOOL
WRITING AS MEGAN LINDHOLM
About the Publisher
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‘I don’t believe I even learned to think until I came here,’ Wintrow continued. ‘There, it was too noisy and too busy. I never had time to think. From the time Nana rousted us out of bed in the morning until we were bathed, gowned and dumped back in bed at night, we were in motion. Being dressed and taken on outings, having lessons and meals, visiting friends, being dressed differently and having more meals… it was endless. You know, when I first got here, I didn’t leave my cell for the first two days. Without Nana or Grandma or Mother chasing me about, I had no idea what to do with myself. And for so long, my sister and I had been a unit. “The children” need their nap, “the children” need their lunch. I felt I’d lost half my body when they separated us.’
Berandol was grinning in appreciation. ‘So that is what it is like, to be a Vestrit. I’d always wondered how the children of the Old Traders of Bingtown lived. For me, it was very different, and yet much the same. We were swineherds, my family. I had no nanny or outings, but there were always chores aplenty to keep one busy. Looking back, we spent most of our time simply surviving. Stretching out the food, fixing things long past fixing by anyone else’s standards, caring for the swine… I think the pigs received better care than anyone else. There was never even a thought of giving up a child for the priesthood. Then my mother became ill, and my father made a promise that if she lived, he would dedicate one of his children to Sa. So when she lived, they sent me off. I was the runt of the litter, so to speak. The youngest surviving child, and with a stunted arm. It was a sacrifice for them, I am sure, but not as great as giving up one of my strapping older brothers.’
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