First up is "Mistborn" by Brandon Sanderson. The premise of the novel is that the world was saved by this guy who has these remarkable powers granted by that world's god. As a gift to his loyal (and royal) followers, he bestowed some of them upon him. He did not grant any of these magic power
Okay, the book doesn't refer to them as the prol, but that's what they are. They are actually called "skaa" and they are just the slave workers for the emperor.
Anyway, what follow is a millenium of slavery under the thumb of the immortal emperor. Of course, there are now a few skaa with these powers as the result of "inbreeding" between royalty and skaa.
The novel focuses on a group of such skaa who led life as a crew of successful thieves, but now are attempting to bring about the end of the empire and freedom for skaa everywhere.
In all honesty, it was a pretty engaging read with a nice little quasi-plot twist at the end. I would recommend it for any fantasy fans.
My next book, however, was not quite as enjoyable...
This one was "The Harlequin" by Laurell K. Hamilton. The Harequin is the 8 millionth book in the popular Anita Blake Vampire Slayer series. Laurell was a pioneer of the urban fantasy genre with Anita Blake and her other series focusing on Meredith Gentry, a faerie princess living amongst humans.
For anyone who is a fan of the "True Blood" series, based off of Charlaine Harris's Sookie Stackhouse novels, you are familiar with the urban fantasy genre. In urban fantasy, magical creatures not only live among us, but they are very visible and contributing members of society. Laws have been enacted to protect their rights and they have their own subcultures, much in the way any religion, ethnicity, or racial group might.
This presents an interesting opportunity to address prejudice in a new forum, but also permits the writer to indulge in some wild fantasy about what life would be like if vampires were taxpaying citizens protected by the law.
Hamilton, for example, imagines a St. Louis which has become a tourist spot for vampire watchers. They can visit the vampire district, go to vampire (and shapeshifter) strip clubs, "donate blood," and even become vampire groupies. It's an interesting world.
Of course, since these creatures have supernatural strength and magical powers, someone needs to protect the innocent from vampires run amok with their own power. Enter Anita Blake, state-sanctioned vampire executioner.
At the beginning of the series, Blake worked closely with the cops to solve interesting crimes involving vamps and shapeshifters.
Now, Anita has excessive amounts of sex with excessive amounts of people, Hamilton studies the dynamics of her imaginary preternatural culture, and everybody is along for the ride on an emotional rollercoaster.
They've basically become Harlequin romance novels with monsters.
Speaking of Harlequin, that's the name of the bad guy in this book. Of the nearly 500 pages of book, there are only about 75 dealing with The Harlequin. The remainder is just a flimsy excuse for Anita to have really hot sex with many people and engage in some middle-aged angst.
I'm not saying it's a bad read. I am saying, though, that this series has jumped the shark and is only a shadow of what it once was.
Take that for what you will.