There is freedom in this life and there is power, and I was ambitious for the latter.”
So What’s It About?
Kamet is proud of the power and influence that he has gathered for himself as his master’s most trusted slave, but none of his accomplishments can protect him when his master is murdered. Knowing that he will be blamed, Kamet flees for his life with the help of an Attolian soldier. Embarking on a journey that spans the Mede empire, Kamet is determined to regain control over his life no matter what – but his adventure shows his life in an entirely new light, and it becomes clear that more fates than his own hang in the balance.
What I Thought
There are a few things you can always expect from a book in this series. First of all, you may think you know exactly what’s happening, but by the end you will have an entirely different understanding of the book’s plot. Second of all, you will probably gain this entirely different understanding when Gen, the King of Attolia, waltzes in at the very last possible moment and dramatically reveals the nature of his subtle manipulations and machinations while being a total diva. Whalen Turner’s plots are genuinely some of the cleverest I’ve encountered in fantasy, YA or otherwise, and I always adore that “Aha!” moment where all of the pieces fall into place.
What has been true of the previous books in the series is also true here, but there are several new characteristics that set this book apart. While the previous books were all more or less about royalty and court intrigue, Kamet is a protagonist with much more humble origins. Whalen Turner explores the nature of his enslavement and the transformation of perspective he undergoes so effectively. Over the course of the story, Kamet grapples with what it means to be enslaved, to be a slave on the run and finally what it may mean to be a free man. He is a prideful man in the beginning of his story: so much of his identity is built upon the accomplishments and power that he has accrued in comparison to other slaves, and when the story takes all of that away from him and demands that he build himself back up again from scratch he comes to see what a “self-deception” that pride was, given that all of his false power was granted and taken away by the whims of the people who owned him.
He is forced to consider the strange double bind of worthlessness as a human being and worth as a piece of property that defines existence in slavery:
“I considered what I should answer—yes, I had been beneath contempt since birth? Or, on the contrary, that I had once been a man as worthy as himself and had become less of one at some time in my life?”
He learns what it means to have a relationship built upon something other than power and ownership, a sense of superiority to other slaves and/or fundamental mistrust – a relationship that is built on equal regard and respect:
“I opened my mouth, and no words came. I didn’t know what to say when “sorry” meant something, what to say to an apology that was so obviously sincere.”
He initially mistrusts Costis and looks down on him, so certain is he of the fundamental risk and instability and potential for control in relationships, so certain is he of his own superiority because of the power and education he has accrued. Slowly, he comes to see Costis for the genuine, honest and good person that he is, and a beautiful bromance follows. This gradual development of a trusting relationship is the heart of Thick as Thieves:
'“Immakuk and Ennikar,” he said. “Where?” I snapped my head around to scan the dock, and he nudged me with his elbow.
“Idiot. Us,” he said.
“Oh, of course.” I was squinting down at the dock nonetheless, but I saw nothing out of the ordinary there.'
Speaking of Immakuk and Ennikar, I’d be remiss if I didn’t mention the other deviation from the other books of this series, which is the fact that this story takes place on an entirely different continent. Along with the relocation comes an entirely different set of traditions and lore, and I happened to love the unique poetry by which the legends of Immakuk and Ennikar were conveyed. There were some extreme Gilgamesh and Enkidu vibes, what with the resolute, loving friendship between two ancient heroes. Here’s a sample of the poetry, and hopefully you can see why I enjoyed it:
“Narrow is the bridge between the lands of grain
and the lands of sand
the Isthmus evil stalked it
Terrifying Unse-Sek son of the Queen of the Night
tower tall
sword clawed
teeth blood red needle sharp
bat head and great bat wings
barbed at their joints
Unse-Sek stalked the Isthmus in the night
eyes gleaming
gleaming like the copper domes
of Ianna-Ir in the sunlight
In the dark gleamed Unse-Sek’s eyes
as he hunted men
waited until they slept
lurked and leapt
Then he devoured them greedy Unse-Sek
slurped their marrow
left their bones and gobbets of their flesh
scattered on the land.”
And of course Immakuk makes a timely appearance in Kamet’s own story, just in time to nudge events in the right direction for a happy ending. As with everything else in these books, I love the subtlety in the relationship that the heroes have with their gods.