VALLEY OF THE KINGS: THE 18TH DYNASTY
VALLEY OF THE KINGS: THE 18TH DYNASTY
If stories about ancient India, especially those with strong women characters interest you, then Avishi is a story you must read!
“Untie her.” Vyala instructed Manduka, his forehead revealing wrinkles of dilemma. Manduka was happy to comply. Except for a few scars on his shoulder, the man had an enviable physique. But it was his nose that Avishi felt was the pronounced feature of his face. It was as though it was abruptly turned crooked by his right nostril. She could see that the Outcast Lord made no attempt to hide his displeasure about the predicament she presented him. What worried her more was that she found herself incapable of even walking to the closest stone seat and had to limp leaning on Manduka. The wound seemed deeper than she had imagined it.
“We don’t kill women.” He began and paused noticing her unimpressed glare.
“Is that supposed to impress me? Is that supposed to cover up the other crimes you commit for that monster Khela?”
Vyala shook his head, a resentful smile appearing on his lips, but for only a moment. “Whatever we, the outcasts do would be a crime in the eyes of others…you are?”
“Avishi, the Ganamukhyaa of Ashtagani.”
“But he said that you are a traitor’s…”
Avishi glared back at him showing no inclination to explain. She saw Vyala sit on the stone seat next to where she sat.
“If Khela does not find a proof of your death soon, we would have to incur his wrath! An atrocity against the outcasts would not even be seen as a transgression by anyone.” His lips pursed for a long moment.
Avishi wondered if he expected a solution from her. Something she would have to help him out if she had to escape alive. But before she or Vyala could speak, a sound of heavy anklets was heard. Avishi turned to her right and saw a young woman, not older than seventeen autumns scurry and then clutch at her bulging belly. Her arrival only seemed to increase the gloom on the faces of both the men.
“Brother Vyala, did he not come with you?” Her shrill voice made Avishi think she was even younger than she looked. And impregnated at this age?
“Go back to your room, Majjari.” Vyala hissed.
But Majjari was in no mood to heed her brother’s words. She eyed Avishi, her head tilted to left and brows knitting. Her eyes then brightened.
“So, he sent me a slave!”
“Slave, do you know how to groom my hair the way Queens do?” Majjari approached Avishi taking her arm. “And mind you, slaves don’t sit when their mistress stands!”
Avishi had decided that her patience was at its tail end when she saw Vyala hurry and pull Majjari away, making her wince at his grip.
“Listen, you disgrace! Nobody is going to slave for you! Scurry back to your room and dare not show that inauspicious face of yours again!”
Majjari shook his arm away with a hiss. “Wait till I become the Queen, you, worthless dog!” Her tone broke. “I shall make Khela punish you! I bear his prince! Mind you!” The fierce frown stayed on her forehead long after she countered her brother. Avishi saw Manduka intervene and lead Majjari away with endearments that one would use with a toddler.
Vyala’s shoulders slumped.
“You let Khela impregnate your own sister.” Avishi shook her head at Vyala. “Lord Vyala, where do I even begin?”
“You are nobody to judge us Ganamukhyaa. Khela promised us a slow integration with his military if…”
“You loot and kill for him? He gets the spoils hiding behind the dread of Dandaka?”
Vyala’s jaw clenched. “You’ve never been to Dandaka, Ganamukhyaa Avishi. If you did, you would… Why in the name of Mother earth am I even justifying myself to you.” Vyala gathered himself signalling at two other outcast followers. “Take her inside and treat her wound.” Turning to Avishi for a brief moment, he added with a tone of finality. “I shall do my best to not kill you, but I can’t afford Khela’s wrath on my people. Not now, Ganamukhyaa.”
Future still hung in balance. Avishi had to come to terms with the fact that any attempt to escape from here will only complicate things for her. And she truly needed her wound to be tended. The knife that wounded her might have rusted. Tears of frustration threatened to flow out of her eyes. She told herself to bide her time and regain her lost energy.
The Day Before I Died by Ashi Kalim is a historical fiction with a blend of hope, betrayal, love and many other emotions. This book has powerful names which makes it strong.
The cover of the book fascinates the readers as it has a beautiful doll in it. This doll is Matryoshka doll that is a Russian Doll and has symbolic significance in it. Every girl who is treated as a doll in the family can co-relate to it.
The title is captivating and it arises an urge to know more and more. It is about the moments of war, love, betrayal.
The lesser known TRUE Love Story of a RUSSIAN dictator Josef Stalin’ s Daughter that changed the world order forever……..
Svetlana had never known pure love, till she meets Brajesh…
Brajesh is a fun-loving, mischievous and caring Indian prince who visits Russia and captures Svetlana’s heart. He christens her as “His Matryoshka.”
Once his work gets done, he leaves for India, taking Svetlana’s heart with him.
Unable to forget him and confident of his love for her, Svetlana travels to India in search of her prince.
Does she find him? What happens to her love? How does the international politics affect her life?
Inspired by true life incidents, The Day Before… I Died narrates the love between Svetlana – daughter of the infamous dictator Josef Stalin – and Brajesh Singh, an Indian Kunwar.
The murder, trails, betrayals and the hope leads to more agony.
The opening line by Hitler takes away my heart. This is a glimpse of a powerful start. The story revolves around Svetlana who happens to be the daughter of great Stalin. She is treated as a doll. Life takes a turn when she comes across Brajesh, who has come from India. This story has various twists and turns. Moreover, it highlights international politics in an enlightened way.
The way the author has characterised Svetlana is impeccable. I instantly fell in love with her character. The way she doesnt idolise her father, Stalin, the way she admires Brajesh’s thoughts. Her selfless love for Brajesh and the people related to him makes her a great figure. She is adaptable to her surroundings which is the strongest point in her character portrayal.
The style of writing is simple yet poetic. The very first page has a poem about Matryoshka which moves you to such an extend that the hopes of this book being a hit begin to hover your mind. Further, the way the author has expressed her thoughts through her moutpiece, Svetlana is worth appreciating. There were certain editing errors here and there but that doesnt affect the powerful thought process.
NOte: Mostly books of debutantes are dissected badly. We reviewers always talk about the negatives and not highlight the best ever points. So, here I tried to make a change in my pattern. I will talk about the positives more and negatives less. FOr me, this book is a must buy book. This review is unbiased and honest.
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I am back with an interview session. Today we have Vandana Shanker, who is the author of 1857 Dust of Ages.
When did writing happened to you?
It is difficult to put down a specific moment or a time period that writing happened to me. I wrote poems and short stories in schools but being a writer was never a serious goal. It was during the time I was pursuing my research in literature, that I became familiar with this very interesting and dynamic field of fan writing and I dabbled there. From there on, it became a part of leisure activities. But 1857 Dust of Ages was the first attempt at serious writing, and it took nearly a year and half of disciplined writing to complete the book. So serious writing is fairly recent.
What made you choose Historical topic?
As I was pursuing my research at IIT Delhi, a friend of mine was writing a thesis on 1857 novels. She had lots of British novelists in her list and not a single India. It was the first time we became aware this gap. Not many Indian fiction writers of have explored the 1857. As we read, I became more fascinated and wanted to write a story from an Indian perspective, especially an Indian warrior woman’s perspectives because the first stories I heard of 1857 were of women like Lakshmi Bai, Hazrat Mahal and it is very different from the Indian woman I found in British literature.
What type of genres you generally like and why?
Of course, the historical. A book well-grounded in history is the most fascinating read for me. Then come the spy thrillers, romances and mysteries. Some years ago, I was completely obsessed by fantasy fiction, but a PhD in the genre cured me of that.
How was your experience with your publishers?
That’s a trick question, isn’t it?J. The experience has been mixed. My earlier book which was a very formulaic romance found a publisher and was published in a jiffy. It was an interesting experience. But for Dust of Ages, I did not want to get into compromising on things that traditional publishing asks of you – the length, insertion and deletion of scenes and endless waiting etc. So I decided to keep it free of such demands and self-publishing gave me that freedom. So yes, the experience with the publishers has been a mixed. But I would say we are lucky that today we have the option of going indie.
When can we expect your other works?
Second and third instalments of Dust of Ages are already out on Amazon. Last two parts release in March. Once that is done, perhaps another historical next year.
Another Tale of Two Cities by Ezuth Aani is a Historical Romance.This book gives a new meaning to the writing.I got the copy from Inspire India Publishers in return of an honest review and the review is unbiased.
Some books are unique and they deserve to be reviewed and appreciated. Well, coming to this book, I instantly fell in love with the mesmerising cover of the book. The way the colour pattern of readdish orange with a tinge of yellow is there, makes it remarkable. It reminds us of the time when the sun is about to set. Then there is a pocture background of a palace that adds life to it.
The title of the book is intriguing. It takes us back to the pipeline of Tale of Two Cities by Charles Dickens who always wrote about the conditions of England but its just a memory, not the similar story. The title talks about another tale of Two cities that has some relevant significance.
This novel can be categorised under the genre Historical and social novel. It has traces of history in it as it talks about the two kingdoms who are from ancient times, probably during 1430. Further, it talks about the norms, conditions that prevailed during the time period.
Fourteen thirty one is the year remembered for the martyrdom of Joan of Arc. But another landmark event was unfolding in a future French colony. Cambodia was a cultural cauldron of Hinduism, Mahayana Buddhism and Theravada Buddhism. The largest metropolis of the pre industrial era was also facing a climate change calamity. The story unfolds in fifteenth century Cambodia and travels to China, Sri Lanka, India and the Middle East, as Princes Adithya and Mahendra set out to seek help for their beleaguered country. Will the splendid twin cities of Angkor Wat and Angkor Thom survive? Who wins the heart of Mandagini, the warrior princess?
This book is rich in historical facts. The factual information actually reveals author’s detailed research about the kingdoms. The research and facts looks so intelligable that it is difficult to make out the fictional as well as real part. This is a treat for history lovers and these facts only makes it different from other romances or historical fiction.
The plot is strong
The characters are well built.
Rich in language
People who are not admirers of history might not like it.
The sectioning of novel could have been better; the novel has no chapters, only parts.
This can be a turn off.
The quality of the book is amazing. The pricing is just appropriate. The pages are fine and the delivery speed is just accurate so, go and order this book, if you want a new experience.
The Speaking Ghost of Rajpur by Priyonkar Dasgupta can be categorised as Fan Fiction, Historical Fiction,Teen Fiction and even a text under Indian Writing. I have read many stories based on the lives of childhood or teens. But, this one is unique. When I was asked to review this book,I was in a confused state as whether to take it or not, as the title sounded like that it is a horror book. After a deep counting I said yes to the book. Yesterday, I started with this book and completed it in a few hours. The story was so fascinating that I couldn’t stop in between and completed it in one go. So, you want to know how was my journey while reading it? Ofcourse you do! Lets read between the lines:
Cover- The cover of the book is apt. The sketch and the colour scheme arouses interest in our mind.
Title- As I always say, Never judge a book by its title. But this time I did and the author beautifully proved me wrong. Will surely tell you in the other sections.
Blurb- It is the early 1990’s – the ‘picturesque’ small-town of Rajpur is in ‘full summer bloom’ and there is a definite sense of mystery in the air. Amidst its scenic setting each year a group of boy band together to spend their summer vacations – going cycling to far-off forests, sharing books, discussing everything under the sky and ogling at girls… But as youth would have it, their curious minds are more inclined to seek adventure and (hopefully!) uncover some mysterious affair. However, unlike their previous vain attempts, this time certain unusual events and the sudden appearance of a curious case of a ghost in their midst seem to hold the promise of some real adventure. In the pages of The Speaking Ghost of Rajpur rest assured that you will soon be whisked off and plunged into a headlong journey of adventure and romance of your own – on a path of discovery of friendship and brotherhood, of life and love – and, who knows, you might even encounter the Speaking Ghost itself!
Category of Novel- According to my analysis, this can novel can be categorised as Regional Novel(https://www.reference.com/art-literature/regional-novel-788fb7257b925ac1) as well as Picareque Novel(https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Picaresque_novel).
Plot- The plot is gripping and the author has beautifully woven it. There are no cliches or digressions in it. This is a story of a guy named, Shoumo who shares his experience of summer holidays. This quickly transports the reader to their own childhood where they used to go to play, enjoy those carefree times. The era of children story books, especially those ghost stories, games and comics. It fills us with nostalgia.
There is also a highlight on the peer group. In this book, The guy wants to fit himself in the group of notorious boys. He does all those things to fit which includes smoking cigarette.
Characterisation- The characters are carefully chosen by the author. He has done an amazing job in their delineation. There was proper attention given and space given to them to play their roles.
Style- The book is written in a simple, lucid language. We find a lyrical note in it where the imageries and metaphors are beautifully used. The author has beautifully penned down the tale and it sounded like a music being played smoothly. The book is a mixture of first person and third person narrative. It actually refreshes the minds of the reader. And yes once again, the book is opposite to its title so do ponder over buying it.
As we know,” Every coin has a flip side” so this book as have that corner. There were some typo errors which can be easily corrected. I hope the next edition is error free. Kuddos to the author for transporting me to the best phase my life.