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The series lasted eight novels, concluding in with the novel Chorus Skating. Alan Dean Foster began his Spellsinger series in with the title novel. Soon, Jon-Tom finds out that he has the power of a spellsinger - a mage who can cast spells by using songs. Spellsinger is a series of fantasy novels by American author Alan Dean Foster. It is the first in the Spellsinger series. The book follows the adventures of Jonathan Thomas Meriweather who is transported from our world into a land of talking animals and magic. Spellsinger () is a fantasy novel by American writer Alan Dean Foster. Humans, far from being the dominant species, here are equal to others. The world of Spellsinger is largely inhabited by animals that are similar to those found on Earth, but are anthropomorphic : generally bipedal, they are intelligent, able to wear clothing and handle tools, generally closer to human-sized than their Earth counterparts, and are capable of speech. He soon finds out differently: he is in an unfamiliar world with little prospect of returning home anytime soon.
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Having been, at the moment of his transportation, high on cannabis, Jon-Tom initially thinks it is all a dream brought on by the drugs. The story initially deals with the characters of Jonathan Thomas Meriweather, referred to by the locals as Jon-Tom, when he is unwillingly pulled into a fantasy world by the turtle wizard Clothahump. At present the series consists of eight books and, although there was a significant gap between the writing of book six and book seven, it seems unlikely that any more will be written. Spellsinger is a series of fantasy novels by American writer Alan Dean Foster. I have never tried to re-read the series, because I fear Spellsinger isnt actually objectively particularly amazing, but I still have an overstrong affection for the song Sloop John B, and call the tiny moving dots in the side of ones field of vision gneechees. The hope that I too could be a speshul snowflake kept me from crying more than once a week (maybe twice. What could have been more apt for me than a story about a fish-out-of-water human with hidden magic talents, transported to a strange and hostile land. I lived for each weeks Spellsinger volume. If I was prepared to turn myself into a sweat-dripping, overheated mess (and I was) I could cycle into the tiny local public library (where I BEGGED to be allowed to join, against all the residency rules: thank you, kind librarian), and I read my way through their entire fiction section (it was one wall). Well, thank fuck for Alan Dean Fosters Spellsinger series. Also without eating anything, because staff meals were in the kitchen, which was (triple duh) closed for the day, because the whole lodge was closed for the day, and this had not occurred to me, literally, until Christmas morning. That was the first Christmas Day I spent without seeing another human being. I was the only staff member living on site, no one hung out together, the lodge was a billion miles from civilisation (duh) and I only had a pushbike, all the male staff were married, and the locals were hostile (again, duh!). Ah, rich people.īefore I arrived I dreamed of long summer evenings, hanging out with the other staff, swimming in the river, finding a cute local summer boyfriend, and having a great growth experience. This is one of the numerous downsides to having incredibly shitty parenting no one to tell you, when you are young and dumb, that it is illegal for employers to pay less than minimum wage, that legally the lodge was allowed to charge me 9% of my gross wage for room and board and not a cent more, and that I was about to be exploited all to hell. When I was young and dumb-even dumber than I am now-I spent a summer as a live-in staff member at a prestigious, Worlds-Top-Hideaways-list-making New Zealand luxury lodge, waiting tables and working housekeeping. Spellsinger (Spellsinger, #1) by Alan Dean Foster