The Knife’s Edge (epic fantasy) by Matthew Wolf

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The Knife's Edge (epic fantasy) by Matthew Wolf

The Knife’s Edge (epic fantasy) by Matthew WolfThe Knife's Edge by Matthew Wolf
Series: The Ronin Saga #1
on 4/8/2013
Pages: 426
Format: eBook
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When legends come to life the world trembles from a single name. Ronin. Once-heroes from a different age, they wield elemental powers… wind, water, fire, stone, forest, sun, moon, flesh, and metal.

At the same time, a young man discovers his best friend with a sword in her stomach, and dark wings sprouting from her back. Guards rush onto the scene, accuse him of the act, and he is forced to flee. In a new world without his memories, Gray must find his way amid legends and darkness, as he wrestles with an elemental power inside himself.

A power all too similar to the infamous Ronin…

Interview with Author Matthew Wolf

Can you talk a little about what the book is about?

The book is a YA Epic Fantasy, so like Lord of the Rings meets Knights of the Round Table but with a Japanese twist. The story follows Gray, a young man whose lost his memory, as he tries to piece together is forgotten past he runs face to face with the legendary Ronin–warriors thought to have died in an age long ago, now returned, who wield elemental powers of wind, water, fire, stone, moon, sun, leaf, and even flesh and metal. Gray discovers his memories, the once-bloodied magical sword he carries, and even a strange burgeoning power inside himself tie him inexorably to the infamous Ronin… Now he has to uncover his connection the Ronin, solve his past, and conquer the power within him, before his future and that of the world is doomed.

Where did you get the idea for the book?

In Oregon with too much solitude, and lots of brewing thoughts. I’ve always loved anime, fantasy, Japanese culture, and the code of the knights, and I wanted to tie all that together in a sprawling series… something I’ve never seen done before.

What message do you want readers to get from reading the book?

There is always darkness, but there is always light. And where there is light, there is hope, and where there is hope, there is courage, bravery, honor and all those things we often think are forgotten or outdated, but still exist, thrive even. I want to rekindle those notions of hope and valor, and I want them to fall in love with a world that’s every bit as real as our own to me, with characters that live and breathe. Mostly, I want readers to enjoy it, which means taking away whatever they want–a great story is a great story in the end with only the reader deciding what they loved, who they hated, and where it transported them to.

How long did it take to write the book?

Eight years for book one! Luckily, book two is finished as of March, so only one year. I expect each subsequent book to take a year at most.

Who is your favorite character, or what character was the most fun to write?

Faye in book two! Sorry! But in book one, I love Rydel though he doesn’t get much page time. Really, the “funnest” character was Balder the lovable drunkard of a stonemason, but in the end, I love Gray and Ayva and Darius–they are my heroes after all.

Can you talk about how you wrote it? Did you do any outlining? Did it take you in any unexpected directions?

I wrote it purely organically at first. I shaved hundreds of pages, rewrote, and did this process multiple times until I found my voice, found the characters, and unearthed the greater plot of the vast series.

If you could go back and change anything in the novel, what would it be?

Nothing! Ha! Just joking. I would change some dialogue bits, explain a little more more of the development between a few characters and a justification that I knew, but was underdeveloped in book one. It’s now in book two and justifies their “getting together” or their bond, and it wasn’t a bad decision to save it till’ book two, but if I had to do it again I’d wanted to be a little more heavyhanded about a certain three individuals relationship and their intrinsic pull to one another.

How did you come up with the cover?

Honestly, the cover did itself. Well, that’d be weird actually, I had a crazy talented cover artist. But the book is rife with scenes just picture perfect for a movie or cover. It was only a natural order of events that had me choose Gray upon the “Golden Walkway” summoning his power and fighting the dragon… It had all the elements of fantasy to pull one in, with the twist of “what the heck is this thing he’s standing on?”, and the beautiful and eye-popping color scheme, and just the badassery of the flowing cloak and golden sword.

When did you know you wanted to be a writer?

Yesterday. Oh, is that too late? When I dropped my astrophysics major because all I could think about was the next chapter and not the next math problem.

What was the first story that you ever wrote?

A little diddy about mice and men, and no I’m not Steinbeck.

What are you favorite books and authors?

Sword of Truth and Wheel of Time.

What are you working on next?

Wrapping up book two, CITADEL OF FIRE, then onto book three of the Saga!

What advice do you have for aspiring authors?

Never stop!

How do you juggle writing with family time?

Writing first, because my family understands. Also, the more writing I do, the more sane and happy and present I am when I’m with my family.

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Excerpt

The Return

Kirin ran. Using the tooth of the battlement as a stepping-stone, he launched himself at Ren. Blade arcing, he landed in Water Upon the Rocks, an attack from above. Steel clanged as metal sparked, and his muscles strained against his master’s parry.

Ren’s thin lips curved into a smile, making his peppered beard rustle. “Keep that up and you’ll have my title before long.”

Eyeing him through the mesh of their swords, Kirin smirked. “It’s all yours.”

Immediately, he realized his mistake, but it was too late. His pressure waned as his concentration slipped. Ren’s heavy biceps flexed. Kirin was blown back as if by a gust of wind, feet scraping along the gray stone. He threw a leather boot to the ground in a Low Moon stance, his knees bent and back straight. At the same time, he tossed a hand to the rampart’s wall. His palms scraped the stone merlons and he skidded to a halt. He looked up. Ren’s sword hurtled towards his face. Pressing against the ground, he vaulted backwards, diving beneath the blade’s tip. Landing on the balls of his feet, he peered through his brown hair.

Ren rose to his full, impressive height. Despite the chill in the air, the man was bare-chested, wearing only a pair of frayed brown pants with leather strings. His frame was tanned dark from the unforgiving sun. A long scar ran diagonally across his chest. A few more white lines marred his shoulders and arms. There was not a scrap of fat on him. Lit by the dawning sun, Ren stood in High Moon. His back leg was heavily bent, holding the majority of his weight, while his front foot rested lightly upon the ground. It was a stance most could learn, but few could ever master.

Kirin rose. “You tricked me.”

Ren broke High Moon. Sword tip to the stone, he leaned on his pommel, lounging. He was beginning to lose his hair, pate wearing thin, but what was left was plaited back into a komai tail, a black and gray braid of traditional Devari code, but far longer in accordance to his rank. “Don’t listen to me then, or, better yet, don’t talk back. Besides, you should know my tools by now—tools which a blademaster should always have at his disposal.”

He scoffed. “Tools? They are clearly tricks and you know it.” His palms stung and he saw peeled callouses, raw and pink, like a shaved beet. “And why do I always seem to get hurt around you?”

Ren shrugged innocently. “Not sure, I don’t get hurt.”

There was a subtle shift in the air, and Kirin focused, becoming acutely aware of his surroundings. Sharpening his senses at will was a skill of the Devari harnessed over years of intense training. Ramparts, crenulated towers, and scaled rooftops surrounded him. What he felt was the guard changing as hundreds of fresh bodies were beginning their first patrol of the day.

He embraced the Leaf, using his Ki. Suddenly, his veins chilled. He stood inside a soldier’s cold limbs, felt his stiff joints, and heavy lids from recently shed dreams. The man excused another tired soul to the hard sacks of the barracks. With a breath, Kirin retreated from the guard’s body, flowing back into his own.

What I wouldn’t do for a soft pillow. He envied them, for a Devari never slept more than several hours. But deep down, he did not envy their softness, or at least, he would not trade for it. Brushing the dirt from his black tunic and brown pants, he regained his feet and raised his sword. But Ren was looking away, gazing over the bailey’s walls. Something weighed heavily on his master’s features. There were shadows in the man’s eyes.

“Is it true?” he asked.

“Rumors are rumors, Kirin. Besides, you should not concern yourself with prophecy. As Devari, we are above such things.”

“You’re avoiding the question. I want to know, is it true they are back?”

“Say their name lad. Only a fool fears a name.”

“I can’t…”

“Then I’ll say it for you.”

Don’t—

“Ronin,” Ren said, interrupting him.

Kirin’s breath caught. He looked behind. The rampart was empty and he breathed a sigh. Though he knew the guards would not disturb Devari training and they were safe from prying ears, to speak their name aloud was a crime punishable by death.

“It’s only you and me up here, Kirin. And as for your question, I’ve outlasted a hundred false returns, each one more absurd than the last. Though a false return is nothing to smile about. Each causes its share of pandemonium. I’ve seen hangings, riots, even full-scale wars at the hands of a False Return.” The man was holding something back.

“But I’m not asking about rumors. Though I have heard them all… whispers that the elvin prophet is on her deathbed, that the Patriarch is to decree this coming as a True Return, that Taer and Maldon are shutting their doors to outsiders completely.”

“Taerians have always been a foolish, superstitious lot, and Maldians follow on their heels like a trotting dog,“ Ren said contemptuously, “and I don’t know what you’ve been hearing, but the Patriarch has uttered no such thing.”

He continued undaunted, “All of Farhaven’s magical creatures are fleeing to their sanctuaries. The whole Citadel is in an uproar. Things I’d have to be blind to miss. I’m not asking if something is happening, Ren. I know something is happening. I’m asking what you think.”

Ren turned, looking away. He was silent so long Kirin didn’t think he was going to answer. At last, he spoke, “This time, something seems different. I feel there is a deadly sliver of truth within the rumors. After two-thousand years, I fear the Return has come.”

The Return… The phrase alone was even more terrifying than Ren’s fear. But the feeling of dread in the Citadel of late had been palpable, nothing short of the Return seemed likely. “The Gates separate Farhaven from Daerval and the enemy has never crossed the Gates, right Ren?”

“Farhaven is safe, lad,” Ren said. “Don’t you worry.”

Kirin looked out over the Citadel’s curtain wall in thought. He saw the courtyards with sculpted shrubbery. The baileys were filled with winding stone paths, training dummies, and rows of haystacks for targets. The morning bell tolled loudly, announcing the calling of Neophytes to their daily duties. Out over the Citadel, its field of towers, and heavily fortified keeps was a magnificent city; and where the sun beat back the mist, it revealed pockets of the land below.

He saw dirt streets. From this height the people looked like colored ants. To Kirin, the city was an awning that covered the land, reaching into the dunes of the Reliahs Desert. It was the great desert city of Farbs, Kingdom of Fire. It was truly breathtaking. Often he wished he could leave the walls and walk among the people. But such a thing was not possible for a Devari.

“Wake up!” Ren bellowed, and he was glad to sees the years had shed from Ren’s face. His master’s stance switched from High Moon to Low Moon, one leg sweeping back. Kirin saw his opening, but kept his face blank. “So are you going to sight-see, or for once are you going to actually hit…”

He didn’t let Ren finish and charged with a fierce cry, sword raised for Heron in the Reeds. Ren smiled as if he were waiting for it, blade flickering into Full Moon, covering his head. In the last moment, Kirin gathered his meager power. Using the element of moon, he summoned a blanket of darkness and flung it before him like a black shield. It was a weak and dismal spell, but it was enough. His cry pitched and he dove through the shield. Ren’s sword appeared from nowhere, but he rolled beneath the man’s blade. As he landed, he twisted. Fisher in the Shallows. He lashed at Ren’s legs, ready to retract the blow in victory. Ren had lost. Elation lanced through him. Abruptly, his master smirked and his hand smacked a block of stone that Kirin had not seen.

A sphere of dark purple appeared from thin air, hovering between them. The liquid darkness swiftly expanded. It touched his outstretched arm and he recoiled, but it was no use. His muscles twitched as if suffocated in stone, and the darkness swiftly slid over him like a second skin.

The world turned black as night.

Kirin was weightless and falling.

About Matthew Wolf

Matthew Wolf is the author of the Ronin Saga. Or maybe he’s a Ronin. Either way, he’s involved somehow. Aside from epic fantasy, he enjoys woodcrafting, outdoors, a bit of a health nut (Kale is good!), and trains in Kung Fu.

His childhood of traveling the world and studying Old English and Japanese influenced the schemes of the Saga, and the world of Daerval. He is a graduate from UCSB with a Literature degree with a specialization in Medieval Literature and Japanese.

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