February 24, 2026
Our take on Assassin's Apprentice by Robin Hobb. Adventure-first fantasy reading.

by Robin Hobb (1952)

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Picture this: a boy of six, skinny and feral, hauled through the muck to Buckkeep Castle’s gates, his world shattering as he’s branded FitzChivalry Farseer—royal bastard, invisible until needed. That raw ache hits you from the first page of Assassin’s Apprentice, Robin Hobb’s masterpiece, and it never lets go.

You feel Fitz’s isolation like a chill seeping into your bones. Raised in the shadows by the stern stablemaster Burrich, who hates the “beast magic” stirring in the boy’s blood, Fitz scrapes for scraps of belonging. King Shrewd, his grandfather, sees potential in those dark eyes, tucking him away with the assassin Chade in a hidden tower room reeking of herbs and secrets. There, amid poisons and daggers, Fitz learns the Skill—a mind-magic that binds the Farseer line—but his real torment comes from the Wit, that forbidden bond with animals that whispers of wild freedom and marks him as other.

Hobb doesn’t hurl you into dragon-slaying romps or epic battles; she carves deep into the quiet horrors of growing up weaponized. Remember the forging, that brutal rite where Fitz watches his only friend, the wolf pup Nosy, sacrificed on an altar of loyalty? Your gut twists as he swallows rage, emerging hollowed, loyal to a fault. Or the feast where Regal’s sneer hides venomous plots, forcing Fitz to poison the Forged ones—mindless husks twisted by the Skill’s dark twin—while his own heart frays. Every choice scars him, and you ache with the dread of what’s coming: betrayal from kin, a Fool who sees too much, Verity’s fading quest.

What sets this apart? No heroes here—just a boy becoming a blade, his pain so visceral it redefines fantasy’s heart. Hobb’s prose lingers on the emotional wreckage, making court intrigue feel like a knife twisting in your chest, long before Sanderson layered trauma into epics or Abercrombie sharpened his grit.

If you loved the soul-crushing loyalty in The Name of the Wind or the fragile psyches of The Lies of Locke Lamora, this will gut you beautifully.

Crack it open tonight—Fitz is waiting in the shadows, and his story will haunt your dreams.


Author portrait: Photo: Gage Skidmore | License: CC BY-SA 3.0

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