So while I was on vacation, I discovered a fantasy series that I think I'm going to like a lot.
It's completely unlike Tolkien (which helps, for me).
It's the "Temeraire" series, by Naomi Novik, which opens with
His Majesty's Dragon. It's set at the time of the Napoleonic wars, and is about them—except with dragons. Dragons are real, they've been known throughout history, everyone takes them for granted, and they are used in war. It sounds completely preposterous, which is why I hadn't tried them while I was busy. But the author makes it work, for me: the ways dragons (and their crews of human riders) are used in battle, the different breeds and nationalities, their varying levels of intelligence (they talk), their training and care and feeding, and the way their riders fit (or don't quite fit) into the society of Regency England—it's all examined and used.
The first book is the story of Captain Will Lawrence, R.N., and what happens when circumstances force him to become the partner of a newly hatched dragon. He hasn't been brought up as an aviator and is shocked by some of the aspects of that society-within-a-society, as he tries to give up his former social and professional ambitions and adapt himself to a new life.
I enjoyed this book completely for two reasons. First, I love it when an author takes a wild idea and examines it thoroughly, wringing every interesting detail out of it and following all the implications through to their logical ends. And second, Novik knows how to write to the period. She's not Patrick O'Brian—she's American, in fact—but there were very, very few places that "bumped" for me because of language. Her bio says she's a lifelong fan of both O'Brian and Austen, and she must also have a good ear. I'm sure an English person would find more little mistakes than I did, but I was seriously impressed.
And it's a good story, well told, with interesting characters. I really recommend it.
“There, peeping among the cloud-wrack above a dark tor high up in the mountains, Sam saw a white star twinkle for a while. The beauty of it smote his heart, as he looked up out of the forsaken land, and hope returned to him. For like a shaft, clear and cold, the thought pierced him that in the end the Shadow was only a small and passing thing: there was light and high beauty for ever beyond its reach.”
― J.R.R. Tolkien, The Return of the King