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147 pages, ebook
First published October 27, 2013
“Smart goblins became mechanics. Dumb goblins became soldiers. Really dumb goblins became officers.”In typical Kingfisher fashion, this story is as entertaining and hilarious as it is a little poignant and a little dark and a little scary and stuff. The characters are quirky as fish (kidnapping Sargeant Nessilka, her Goblin contingent—life-saving teddy bear and kitten included—and Sings-to-Trees the Elven veterinarian as we speak) and scrumptuous creatures abound (gargoyles and parade pigs and unicorns and pet coyotes and colicky wyverns and rats the size of ponies, oh my!).
“Humans and elves will tell you that goblins are stinking, slinking, filthy, sheep-stealing, cattle-rustling, henhouse-raiding, disgusting, smelly, obnoxious, rude, unmannerly, and violent. The goblins would actually agree with all that, and they might add “cowardly” and “lazy” to the list as well. Goblins have lots of flaws, but few illusions.”There are eyeballs in gruel (à la Indiana Jones), splattered goblins, loincloths made from rancid goathides, swords named after goldfishes, bedraggled lunatics, weekly desertions, and looky-tube-things.
“Travelling through thick woods with a troop of goblins is not unlike a nature hike with a group of grumpy toddlers with weapons.”Also, reading this book will explain why pancake-making is not always a sign of good mental health, that cheerful complaints can be quite complimentary indeed, that rat squeezins can be downright delicious, that magic is a form of psychosis, that goblins aren't kitten people (pretty sure Algol would beg to differ here), and that naming supply goats is never a good idea.
“Raiding? Corporal, there are nine of us.” Nine goblins could, on a good day, probably disrupt a child’s tea party or decimate a chicken coop, but Nessilka wouldn’t have put them against anything bigger.”Oh, and in case you hadn't noticed, the
“Maybe Finchbones was right, and you never knew why anything changed. Maybe it was all down to small things. Like teddy-bears. And kittens. And goblins.”The end 😬.
Many of the subtleties were lost on the humans. The lean bodies of war pigs in fighting trim looked feral and half-starved to human eyes, and the patterns of black earth, in which a goblin could’ve read whole volumes about tribal affiliations and clan standing, looked like streaky dirt and caked dust. Coup markers of bone and stone, denoting enemies slain and great deeds done, were seen as garbage trapped in unwashed hair. Where goblins would see high-ranking emissaries in full regalia, the humans saw a raggle-taggle band, ill-kempt and filthy, to be held in pity and contempt.Are the goblins dirty savages because they ride war pigs? Or are the humans ignorant rubes because they see pigs and think only: ‘hams’?
Smart goblins became mechanics. Dumb goblins became soldiers. Really dumb goblins became officers.
How the Goblin War (if you asked the humans) or the Glorious Conflict Resisting The Ongoing Human Aggression (if you asked the goblin generals) or the Bloody Miserable Mess (if you asked the Nineteenth Infantry) got started really depends on which side was doing the talking.
If a goblin eats something without complaining, it was so bad he doesn’t want to dwell on it. (Gruel among the Nineteenth Infantry had recently reached this point, and breakfast had become a silent, glum affair.)
Goblins march badly. They have enormous thick feet like elephants, so they are quite good at walking, but they have no rhythm, and very few goblins have ever mastered the ability to tell left from right without stopping to think about it.