The Doors of Stone (The Kingkiller Chronicle, #3) (2024)

2023 - well, I’m disappointed to say that my excitement has waned. I know Pat is busy, and I know he doesn’t owe us anything, but I am sad that it feels like this book may never come. I wish you well, Pat. I hope we get this book, but if we don’t, I understand that you’re a person just like the rest of us, and you have a life outside of writing. I still appreciate everything you’ve given us so far.

The original, whenever the hell this was -

The wait is going to kill me.

So, rather than wait patiently, I am going to gather various speculations and list facts to keep in mind.

Please take note: This review contains spoilers for books 1 and 2

The Doors:
So, as the third book in the Kingkiller Chronicle is named 'The Doors of Stone,' it is quite obviously required of us to consider the 'Doors' of which they are speaking. And so, as perfectionism dictates, I will list every single door that I've noticed.

In Skarpi's story of Lanre, Lanre battles a beast that, while he is able to kill said beast, kills Lanre as well. However, one line is read pertaining to the beast's death that is not, in fact, read pertaining to Lanre's.
"After the battle was finished, and the enemy was set beyond the doors of stone..."
Lyra, of course, calls Lanre back. This leads me to wonder if the doors of stone have something to do with death, the ‘doors to the afterlife’

Kvothe mentions doors in his mind; four of them, to be exact: sleep, forgetting, madness, and death (Another indication that, maybe, death is the 'Doors of Stone' to which the title is referring.) This also brings me to a certain suspicion about the sleeping mind, but I will return to that later.

The main building of the University, Mains, is quite literally described as a 'featureless stone block.' This 'featureless stone block,' inevitably, has stone doors. Inscribed above these doors are the words 'Vorfelen Rhinata Morie.'

In the Archives, there are small rooms of stone for people to meet and talk (or have sex, if what Fela claims is true).

Of more importance are the doors of stone that Kvothe sees just before he is banned from the Archives
"It was quite by accident that I found the four-plate door."
The door is described as 'one seamless slab of grey stone.' Four copper plates are on the outside, flush with the stone of the door, which is flush with the frame, which, in turn, is flush with the wall. It is also described as 'not a door for opening, but a door for staying closed.' The word 'Valeritas,' is inscribed upon them.

There's a ventilation-shaft-like entrance to the Archives from the Underthing, but I'm not sure whether or not that matters.

Elodin's cell in Haven is made of stone.

And, last but not least, the Mauthen farm is made with stone reinforcements. Stone that is, in fact, dug up from barrows (burial mounds) in the ground, and used to build the house. This house was most likely destroyed by the Chandrian. However, that has to do with a certain vase that, again, I will return to later.

Felurian mentions Doors of Stone in one of her stories.

There are many more doors mentioned below in the comments; I don't have room to add them, or edit completely.

The King
So, we all know that Kvothe is called 'Kvothe Kingkiller' for a reason. In fact, he says that he earned the name, 'bought and paid for it.'
So. Nobility that is either a king, or will be a king, in the future:

At the top of our list is Ambrose, the first born heir to a Vintish barony. His father is one of the twelve most powerful men in Vintas. He is sixteenth in the Peerage.
Lanre, also known as Lord Haliax, is a little more than nobility... and I can't see him gaining power enough to be recognized as a King by others, but he must be mentioned.
Sovoy is of Modegan Nobility.
Kvothe's mother and likely aunt Meluan Lackless are of Vintish nobility.
Maer Alveron is said to be higher in the peerage than Ambrose.
Last, and the most painful to admit, is Simmon. Simmon is said to be of Aturan nobility; according to Sovoy, he is not high nobility, but he is nobility nonetheless.
I feel like Kote talks about Simmon's innocence so constantly as if to prove a point of surprising his audience in the end. If it is Simmon he ends up killing, I wouldn't be terribly surprised. Among other references to Simmon's 'goodness' is this passage:
'"I love you Sim."
He looked me over. "You're drunk."
"No, it's the truth! You're a good person, better than I'll ever be."
He gave me a look that said he couldn't tell if he was being made fun of or not.'

The Amyr
The Amyr are a Holy Order of the Aturan Empire created to avenge the fall of Myr Tariniel, according to Skarpi. They are a group of people under Selitos, if the stories are to be believed, that hunt the Chandrain. The most trusted and powerful of them are known as the Ciridae, and their mark is a burning tower. If Master Archivist Lorren is to be believed, they are equal part knight-errant and vigilante. They had judiciary powers and could judge in both religious and secular courts. All of them are exempt from the law, in varying degrees. They were also disbanded 300 years ago.
The Ruach, named by Aleph as the Amyr in Skarpi's story:
Tehlu.
Kirel- Tall, burned but left living in the ashes of Myr Tariniel.
Deah- a woman having lost two husbands to the fighting in Myr Tariniel. Face, mouth, and heart are cold as stone.
Enlas- Would not carry a sword or eat the felsh of animals, would not speak hard words.
Geisa- Fair, with a hundred suitors in Belen before the walls fell. The first woman to know the unasked for touch of man.
Lecelte- Laughed easily and often, even when there was woe thick about him.
Imet- Hardly more than a boy, who never sang and killed swiftly without tears.
Ordal- The youngest of them all, who had never seen a thing die, a girl with golden hair.
Anden- A face with burning eyes, his name means 'anger.'

It is said that Atreyon is one of the Amyr. He is, in fact, the one who is subject in the Maer's favorite story, a bloody story.
Sir Savien is also mentioned as one of the Amyr.
Kvothe also suspects that the Duke of Gibea is one of the Amyr, or that he worked for them at least. He's a medicinal worker of great skill under the authority of Maer Alveron.

"None but the most powerful can see them, and only then with great difficulty and at great peril."
Kvothe, when he is near death in an alleyway in Tarbean, says that he saw a bird of fire and shadow. He thought it was the bird of death, come to greet him, and he is about to slip away when, ironically, a man dressed as Encanis gives him a silver talent and warms him.
"The last time [Aleph] touched them there was pain, and wings tore from their backs that they might go where they wished. Wings of fire and shadow. Wings of iron and glass. Wings of stone and blood."
Kvothe is indeed powerful, and is not death the greatest peril of them all? Could they have, in fact, saved him? But why? To spit in the faces of the Chandrain who killed his family...?

Who knows. Why not.

The University
I happened to list a few things, in case I wanted to refer back to them later on:
Master Linguist, Chancellor.
Master Rhetorician Herma Hemm
Master Archivist Lorren (Amyr?)
Master Arithmetician Brandeur
Master Physiker Arwyl
Master Chemist Mandrag
Master Artificer Kilvin
Master Sympathist Elxa Dal
Master Namer Elodin

The three most important Rules of the Chemist:
-Label Clearly
-Measure Twice
-Eat Elsewhere.

Mains is the oldest building at the University, and, apparently, nearly as complicated as Hogwarts Castle.

It came to my attention that Master Lorren wanted Kvothe to ignore the Chandrain and Amyr. It makes me wonder. I decided that it was worthy of note.

The Three Cs of Sympathy:
Correspondence: Similarity enhances Sympathy.
Consanguinity: Once together, always together.
Conservation: Energy cannot be created nor destroyed.
(Sympathy is based off of the laws of Thermodynamics, the Quantum Entanglement theory, and voodoo dolls.)

Alder Whinn, we hear, went crazy at the University. He now has accommodations at Haven, where it seems Elodin has a special fondness for him. He demands that Whinn should be allowed to come and go as he pleases, and that nothing should be added to his drink or food without his permission. This, I find curious.

And, the first Name we hear Elodin speak.
"Cyaerbasalien," and the stone broke. Or, in this case I suppose, the stone wall moved. Either way, he recited the story of Taborlin while he did it, replacing Taborlin's name with his own. I will return to this later.

Auri:
"I can tell you stories no one has ever heard before. Stories no one will ever hear again. Stories about Felurian, how I learned to fight from the Adem. The truth about Princess Ariel."
Could she be the Princess that Kvothe claims he 'rescued from the barrow kings'? Could she be Princess Ariel?
After all, she does 'pour beer as if she were among kings.’

It is mentioned while Simmon, Wilem, and Kvothe are talking of Ambrose's revenge methods that a girl named Tabitha 'made noise about how Ambrose had promised to marry her,' and she disappeared. We know of a young woman, around Ambrose's age, that lives alone on a rooftop. Kvothe assumes that she must have gone insane from a too weak mind at the University. However, Ambrose seems to have friends in very high places.
Could Auri be Tabitha? It's a weak idea, sure, but it's still there.

Auri gives Kvothe a key and a ring. Could the key be the key to the 'Doors of Stone?'
If you read the Slow Regard of Silent Things, she’s certainly important enough to the story.

The ring is wooden, which is interesting. At the Court in Vintas in the Wise Man's Fear, wooden rings are exchanged as tokens of hatred. We know that Ambrose's family is from Vintas. How do you suppose Auri came about a ring like that, if the ring is in fact what I assume it to be? And if my earlier theory about Auri being Tabitha proves true, perhaps the ring came from Ambrose. She claims that the ring keeps secrets.

It should also be noted that Auri gives Kvothe 'Key, Coin, and Candle.' Taborlin Stories mention Key, Coin, and Candle as his three tools.

Auri's name is in Kvothe's mother's Trouper name: Laurien. Not that that should have any significance.

"Little Moon Fae."

The Cthaeh
He spoke to the Cthaeh... He killed a king... Could the Cthaeh have driven him to do all of the things that he's done? Could the entire story merely have been created through the will of the Cthaeh? Bast seems to think so.

Denna
So, we all know who she is. Well, maybe not her name exactly, but we all know that whatever he real name is, it stars with a D. Diane. Dyanae. Denna.
It occurs to me that the Lay of Sir Savien Triliard may very well describe Kvothe and Denna's relationship.
Love lost, than found, than lost again.
He lost her when he left the caravan. He found her at the Eolian as he is singing this song, but where do you suppose he loses her for the last time? He does, obviously, for she is not present at the Waystone, and he crushes a bottle of her favorite wine when driven to despair.

As a side note, when she and Kvothe talk about the Chandrian, there’s a pale woman mentioned. Could be a coincidence.

Of course, the song also describes something of Lanre's story. He dies and loses Lyra, Lyra resurrects him and they find each other, then Lyra dies and the love is lost again. Odd, considering that Savien is one of the Amyr...
There is a lot of mystery surrounding Denna's patron. I read theories everywhere.
"I think he's one of the Amyr!"
"I think he's one of the Chandrain!"
"I think it's a plot twist and he's actually a dragon!"
"I think he's possessed by a skin-dancer!"

Sovoy says, when Kvothe meets Denna again ‘for the first time,’ that if he promised her anything to repay her that she would order him off to find her a 'leaf from the Singing Tree' on the other side of the world.
I admit it's ridiculous, but when I heard Singing Tree, I immediately thought of the Cthaeh.

Kvothe also mentions Felurian around the same time the 'Singing Tree' is mentioned.
"I might keep referring to you as Felurian, but that would lead to confusion."

Felurian and the Cthaeh are connected, if you remember.

Denna has not so far called him "Dulator." And, if I'm remembering correctly, neither did Felurian in WMF. Correct me with a direct quote and page number if I'm wrong, please.

'My first mentor called me E'lir because I was clever and I knew it. My first real lover called me Dulator because she liked the sound of it. I have been called Shadicar, Lightfinger, and Six-String. I have been called Kvothe the Bloodless, Kvothe the Arcane, and Kvothe Kingkiller.'

Could there be another woman we have yet to meet?

Kote and the Waystone Inn
Bast explains that you don't merely begin to believe that you are the mask you wear, but you also, eventually, become the mask you wear. He wants 'Reshi' to open up to Chronicler in order to remember when he was a hero. He's already broken down once, I can only imagine what'll happen to him next.

It is mentioned that 'Kote' means 'disaster.'
Expect disaster every seven years.

Kvothe
This is a small section, but it has my most recent (and exciting) theory in it.
Starting with the less important notes:
Kvothe's eyes:
They turn frosty green when he's terrified.
Muddy when he's in a horrible state of stress.
Dark when he's angry, protective, or in any way filled with adrenaline (Or, as Kvothe jokes, 'It could be just old fashioned lust,' which, I suppose, makes sense if I'm right about the adrenaline.)
Normally, they are a bright green with a gold ring around the pupil.
He claims he gets them from his mother... but his mother was dark-eyed.
And both of his parents have dark hair, whilst his is a fiery red.

Well, I say he's a changeling. As do many others.

A changeling, in case you are unaware, is a fae infant that is switched with a human infant, in order for the Fae infant to grow off of the human's nourishment. Sort of like a cuckoo bird.
It explains how he picks things up so quickly, it explains why Bastas is his student. It explains why he looks so different from his parents.
The changeling is mentioned a fair bit in Faerie lore, thought not yet in Rothfuss’s faerie lore.

The Chandrain
This is primarily about the pictures on the vase found by little Nina at the Mauthen Farm. The girl describes seeing a woman holding a broken sword; a man next to a dead tree; a man with a dog biting his leg; a man with white hair and black eyes (Cinder, most likely); a man without a face, but rather a hood with nothing inside, a mirror at his feet and moons in different cycles over his head (Haliax?); and a woman with some of her clothes off. These are six of the seven.

Their signs of which I'm aware:
Blue fire
Rotting wood
Rusting metal

The Sleeping Mind
Kvothe says that the locked memories of his family are behind the doors of his mind. When Ambrose breaks his lute, he is reminded of the breaking sound of his father's lute in Tarbean, which probably reminds him of his father, the song, the scene of his dead Troupe.
I believe that Kvothe's sleeping mind contains these things, and that when Ambrose broke his lute, he released those memories, and along with them, the rest of his knowledge. Maybe remembering is the price he has to pay to awaken his sleeping mind.

Meluan Lackless
Lady Lackless.
Kvothe sings a short tune about her in the beginning of the first book, when he was but a child. His mother scolds him for insulting Lady Lackless. His mother claimed that she is a real person, who has real feelings.
He meets her later, and she seems familiar to him, but he can't quite find out why.
Lady Lackless had a sister that was stolen away from her by the Ruh.
Kvothe's mother was mentioned to once have been nobility.
Kvothe might still have family.
An aunt that shuns him for being Edema Ruh. An aunt he barely even recognizes. An aunt that, if she recognizes him, refuses to mention it. But still, she is an aunt.
As Kvothe is so fond of saying, a half of a loaf is better than none, right?

The Thrice Locked Box
A box to hold the name of the moon, kept by Jax in the old Faerie story.
A box belonging to Meluan Lackless that does not have a seam.
A chest in Kote's inn, seamless according to Bast, thrice locked. Kvothe looks upon the chest with longing.
Elodin panics at the mention of someone changing their name, referring to their true name.
Kote. Kvothe.
Just remove that 'v' and 'h'
Could that chest contain 'Kvothe?' Is that what Kote wants, but can't stand to think about?
What does that box contain that is so important to him? His name, his shaed, what?

Kvothe and Elodin
Kote is to Kvothe, as Elodin is to Taborlin.
A possible direct parallel.
Kote is undercover at an inn. Elodin at a school *where he is Master Namer.*
He's been to the Faen Realm, as he so obviously reveals when he identifies Kvothe's Shaed. He also, apparently, knows a smattering of Ademic.
Could he have blown past the years of Taborlin in Fae, and returned as Elodin? And, if not... do we know if Taborlin had children? That is, if he isn't merely a story...
But don't all stories have some truth to them?
Kvothe tries to open up to the young Blacksmith boy at the Inn.
Elodin tries to open up to Kvothe at the Asylum... in a way. Of course, he did order him to jump off a roof.
And he tells the story of Taborlin, yet he uses his own name in Taborlin's place, shattering stone and breaking out of the prison.
He seems young, yet seems to possess knowledge of someone much older.
Maybe I'm thinking about this backwards. Time goes by faster for a man in Fae than in real life, right? So... if that were so, wouldn't he be older than he actually is...?
Of course it has flaws... but it makes equal bits of sense and nonsense and, ultimately, it's extremely frustrating.

Other notable things
There are ten words to break a strong man's will... could these ten word have been spoken to Kvothe, breaking his power?

Wisdom precludes boldness.

"The scrael, the war, all my fault."

Bast demands of Chronicler not to ask Kote why he can’t do sympathy.

The Number Seven

"Is six a good number?”
"Well, for a lucky number I'd have to go down to three, or up to

That's it, for now.

Chronicler awoke refreshed the following morning, and he walked down to the bar at the Waystone Inn awaiting Kvothe’s arrival to finish the story he had told the past two days. But as the day wore on, and the hours turned from morning until noon until night, Kvothe never came.

When Bast showed up as the sun was setting, Chronicler asked where his master was. 


“He needs his sleep,” Bast said. “How can you begrudge him that?” 


“Of course,” Chronicler said. “Do you have any idea when he’s going to wake up?”

“He’s not your bitch,” Bast replied.

As he retired to his room that night, Chronicler poked his head in to Kvothe’s room to make sure he was still breathing. Kvothe was awake, playing solitaire.

“Chronicler!” Kvothe said, smiling. “Check out these cool cards! Aren’t they awesome?”

“Well, yes, I suppose so,” he said. “I was surprised, though, when you didn’t come down to finish the story.”


“I will finish soon,” Kvothe said. “And like Aslan, I call all times ‘soon.’ ”

Chronicler didn’t know who Aslan was, but he didn't want to pry. Kvothe, after all, was not his bitch. Not even a little bit.

The next morning, Chronicler was up before sunrise, and as he walked down to the common room of the Waystone, he saw Kvothe waiting on a handful of customers who had come for breakfast.

“Hey, look, it’s Chronicler!” Kvothe cried. “Everyone say hello to Chronicler!”

Three people waved. One unsuccessfully tried to stifle a fart so foul it would have killed a king. 


Chronicler waved back, turned to Kvothe, and said “Do you want to get started?”

“Way ahead of you,” Kvothe said. He handed him a clutch of papers that included eight pages of crude drawings of a girl making soap.

Chronicler looked at the drawings and tilted his head. “I don’t understand.”

“It’s soap!” Kvothe said. “Everyone needs soap!” 


“Yes, but it’s not a story,” Chronicler said. “And it’s certainly not your story.”

“So?”

“So people expect certain things from a story. If people read this story looking for those things, they wouldn’t get them, so they’ll be dissatisfied.”


“Fuck those people,” Kvothe said. The crowd murmured their assent to this sentiment, and one started speaking in a strange language, which led Bast to think perhaps he was a skin dancer, but it turned out he was just Pentecostal. 


Chronicler turned to look at Bast, who gave him a thumbs up and threw a knife at him. Chronicler ducked, and the blade lodged itself in the ear of the farting guy. 



When it was clear that he wasn’t going to get any more info out Chronicler went back to his room, where Bast joined him in short order. 


"Can you help explain what’s going on?” Chronicler asked.

Bast sneered an evil sneer. “He doesn’t owe you anything,” he said. 


“Well, no, he doesn’t, but it would still be nice to get the end of the story.”


“What part of ‘he’s not your bitch’ do you not understand?” Bast asked, sneering an even eviler sneer than the one he had just sneered, which was, in and of itself, already pretty evil.

“Well, most of it,” Chronicler said. “All of it, really. I never said he was my bitch. He just said he was going to finish his story, and now that he won't finish his story, and - ”

At that moment, Kvothe burst into the room. “Guys, good news! I have a big announcement to make!”


Chronicler smiled. “You’re going to finish the story?”

Kvothe smirked. “What? No!” He then held out two small bags of stones. “Look! I made tinker’s packs! Who wants one?”

Chronicler reached out his hand to take one, but Kvothe pulled the sacks back. “Buy two, get one free,” he scowled. “I’m not your bitch!” He then smiled and skipped out of the room, throwing playing cards over his shoulders as he frolicked down the stairs.

“What do you mean you ‘don’t get it?’” Bast said extra-sneeringly. “Did you see how happy he is? Don’t you want him to be happy?”

“Well, yes, I…”


“DIDN’T YOU SEE HIM FROLIC?!”

“I saw him frolic, certainly, but…”


“Repeat after me - NOT. YOUR. BITCH.”

“If it’s all the same, I’d rather not.”

Bast’s eyes bulged out like Large Marge in Pee-Wee’s Big Adventure, and then there was a puff of sulfury smoke, and he was gone, but not at all like Nightcrawler from the X-Men, who Bast sort of resembles if you think about it.

So the next morning, Chronicler woke up and found that Kvothe had gone on tour to sell his cards and tinker’s packs. Chronicler sighed, and then he began to weep as he realized that Kvothe wasn’t his bitch - he, Chronicler, was actually KVOTHE’S bitch.

At that point, Chronicler took up residence in the Waystone Inn, waiting for Kvothe to return. Days turned into weeks, and then months to years. Occasionally, he received letters where Kvothe complained about politics and others where he tried to sell him stuff, and one with a story about a cat, but there was no word at all as to when or if Kvothe would actually finish the story. Chronicler would write back, and he would ask, politely, whether or not Kvothe had any intention of finishing the tale he had started so long ago.

Kvothe finally came home six and a half years later, and Chronicler was overjoyed to see him. “How was your journey?”

“It was fine, except for your letters,” Kvothe snarked snarkily.

“What?” Chronicler said. “What do you mean?”

“When you ask about day three - “ he made a whiny noise. “ ‘Wheeeen’s day threee?' That’s what y'all sound like to me when you... “ He made another whiny noise. "You know like the sound of of like a nail being dragged across my teeth combined with the smell of someone who just... shit on themselves. That's the sound it makes in my head when you are like ‘When’s day three, you said we would be done years ago.’ “

Just then, an asteroid hit Temerant and everyone was wiped out in an extinction level event. Also, Denna was a dude the whole time. The end.

Yeah, sorry, thanks but no thanks. Don’t care anymore. Won’t be buying it. Won’t be reading it. Hyping up for a book that is seemingly never going to be published is just a waste of time and effort. When an author spends nearly 7 years working on a book that he publicly stated more than a decade ago was already written and then goes on to spend ridiculous amounts of time touring and making appearances, Twitch streaming his gaming habit, running a dozen or so kickstarters, doing some really sketchy asking for donations, writing an entire novel’s worth of blog posts about nothing every year, and generally looks like he’s doing everything but actually working on the book, I tend to lose interest and respect. Asking for donations while twitch streaming to decide whether or not he’ll go write for a few hours, that right there, that is enough to justify my opinion of him as a person, and my lack of respect for him as an artist. After the way he’s treated his fans with his complete lack of work ethics, I think he’s going to find that he doesn’t have any fans anymore by the time he finally gets this book out in another 3 or 4 years. He’s even now blaming Donald Trump for the fact that the book isn’t done yet. Just fuck off, Rothfuss. Seriously. Fuck off.

Just go look at reader reviews on this site for the book and you’ll see a pretty clear picture. 90% of the comments I’ve read are negative. Fans that are angry. Fans that don’t care anymore. Fans that are sick of Rothfuss talking down to them and treating them like crap. Fans that have moved on to other things. Fans that refuse to pay money for the book on general principle. Fans that say they will purposely wait a few months to buy the book so that their purchase doesn’t help the book become a bestseller on release. Fans that are now looking back on the first two books and wondering why they liked them so much. There’s a few comments from people that are still hyped up for the book. But a lot of them are years old by now. Few are recent. There are a few comments defending Rothfuss and his crazy lack of work ethic. But those are dwindling in number from the last time I checked. The point is, that the huge fanbase that he once had looks like it is evaporating, and by the time the book actually comes out, I don’t know how many will actually be left. I certainly plan to never buy or read this book.

When you’re an enormously popular author like Stephen King, for instance, have a good four dozen books under your belt and a long and storied career spanning decades, making your name a household name, you can take seven years to write another book in your twilight years. When you’ve published a grand total of two books in a single decade long writing career, in a comparatively small and niche genre on top of it, your name and your series doesn’t really have the staying power, and you’re probably going to find out the hard way what procrastination gets you. I imagine that his publisher is just about ready to drop him by now. Everyone in my family has heard of Stephen King. Some of them have read some books, others have seen movies, but all of them know who he is and what he is famous for. None of them have heard of Patrick Rothfuss, and couldn’t give a rat’s ass about him either way. See how that works?

I’ve worked on the outside edge of the publishing industry. If an up and coming author goes 5-6 years over his deadline, that’s a contract breaker right there. It doesn’t matter how popular he might appear, or how many copies that one book might sell. Most publishers just won’t want to have to deal with him anymore after that. And he’s going to have a hard sell to any other publishers for any book that’s not a completed standalone for the rest of his life because of it, and even then, not many publishers are going to want to risk it. When he’s not producing books regularly, he’s not making them money. They could grab another less known author and contract them and sell just as many books over seven years with his 2-4 that he’ll get out in that time than they will with one Patrick Rothfuss book. And one of them is infinitely easier to work with. When you show yourself unable or unwilling to meet contract deadlines, and have THIS MUCH shit a publisher can point to and say, “so, you were doing all of this but the work we contracted you to do went years longer than you said it would,” you’re breaking a business promise. And businesses remember that sort of thing. They tell their friends and competition. You broke a business deal in a spectacular way, that’s going to get around, and no one will want to work with you. Especially in a case where you are a newcomer to the market and have a grand total of two books under your belt. Two books in over a decade, with no third in sight, that’s enough to give even the most greedy publisher pause. Oh, sure, he's probably got enough fans that he could probably make a living self publishing on Kindle or whatever, but it's not just publishers that are going to be wary of him. Fans are likewise going to be pretty wary of picking up anything new that he publishes that isn't a completed standalone. No one wants to wait a decade for the end of a trilogy, or longer for the completion of a new series, especially if there are going to be seven year stretches of nothing to keep you going.

So yeah, I don’t care anymore. Honestly, I haven’t really cared since I read the second book, almost seven years ago. I felt that it was a pretentious pile of garbage with no point or purpose. I’ll wait 7 years for an A Song of Ice and Fire book, or a Stephen King book. I actually like them. But from an author who has written two books, period, 50% of which are crap, no thanks. People like to tell me that there were a lot of long waits between Wheel of Time books, which I’ve often stated is my favorite book series. And that is true. There were a lot of long waits for books in that series. But here’s the thing. The longest I ever had to wait for a Wheel of Time book, was five years, and that was because the author freaking died. Usually it was more like 2-2.5 years at the most. The first five or so, including the longest book in the series, came out yearly. In the time it’s taken Patrick Rothfuss to publish two books in his trilogy, Robert Jordan published eight books of HIS trilogy. There’s a marked difference in work ethics there, and I enjoyed the Wheel of Time a hell of a lot more than I ever did either of Rothfuss’ books. Even the bad ones were better than anything I’ve read from Rothfuss.

So, anyway, after that long and meandering stream of me bitching about things that aren’t important, here’s the TL;DR: NOPE! Patrick Rothfuss can fade away into obscurity where he belongs for all I care, and good riddance to him.

August 13th 2022, SHIT'S HITTING THE FAN, WOOOOOOOOO! https://www.reddit.com/r/books/commen...

So 2022 is just behind the corner and, basically, fuck this guy. WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!

And, apparently, Rothfuss hasn't been working on book #3 for dogshite. Fuck, I'm laughing. Hard.

Check this shit out! https://www.newsweek.com/kingkiller-c...

"I think you are right," Wollheim responded. "I don't think he's written anything for six years."

Also, check out Amazon Germany trolling the neckbeard!

Well, fuck me senseless...you shitting me? I can't believe it.

LULZ

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HEAR YE! HEAR YE! THERE'S AN UPDATE!

https://blog.patrickrothfuss.com/2018...

«And by “this,” I mean there’s an official Rick and Morty Dungeons & Dragons crossover comic happening. And I’m writing it.»

So, once again, Rothfuss is doing fuck all but finishing book #3. Go figure.

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"There’s no point writing brilliant books if you lose the support of publishers, the interest of booksellers and the attention of readers."

https://www.joeabercrombie.com/2017/0...
According to what I read on fantasy-faction, DOS won't be released in 2015 either. 2016? Me arse. 2017 maybe. At this point, I'm giving up on Rothfuss altogether.

And, since I don't give a poo anymore, I'll just write down the right epilogue to "Doors of Stone" for ya'll to enjoy.

Sorry about the spoilers an'all but, as I stated, I don't give a flying squirrel's chuff anymore.

So here we go.

"DOORS OF STONE" in less than two minutes!

Kvothe goes on a furnication-rampage and proceeds to have sexual intercourses with just about everything walking on two legs. Only he's not exactly Nacho Vidal so, when he eventually ends up between Denna's thighs, go figure, she's not one bit happy with his poor performance and calls him a twat, a limp weenie, a sissy, and a useless fucking bastard cunting yobbo. At that point, Kvothe is forced to come clean and reveals he's made up all the Felurian shite he bragged about in the second book. Denna goes "Oh really? I don't give a shit anyway. Now twat off you fuck... I mean... ah, whatever.", becomes a raging lesbian, and opens her own butch-hotel in Tarbean (The Carpetmunching Unicorn). Kvothe, realizing he's nothing but a worthless pile of vermin ordure, considers suicide but, eventually, changes his mind because he's chickenshit and full of his own shite. So he becomes a waiter, and finds out he actually likes the job as it gives him plenty of time to annoy every bastard customer with his made-up drivel. Only nobody buys his bullcrap for a minute... until, one day, Chronicler shows up and, go figure! Not only does he believe all the epic horse-bartering, he also writes down everything he's fed. The gullible idiot.

The end.

Edit - According to amazon, the book has a release date: August 17th 2017. Oh, 896 pages. Six years and five months after TWMF. I'm not pulling this out of my ar... err... making this up, and it's not April 1st either. See for yourselves: https://www.amazon.co.uk/Untitled-Rot... I know I'll end up buying the book, eventually. I also know it'll be the last book I'll ever read by this author.
Never.
Fucking.
Again.
Period.

Edit #2 - There is no release date. https://youtu.be/dW8efme5eSU <--- Skip to 2:01:05 & 2:03:06 and hear for yourselves. Book 3 is going to come out "later" because of.... wait for it... DONALD TRUMP.

AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Alright, this bloke is taking the piss out of us; either that or he's fucking delusional. It's not that he's a lazy author doing fuck all but finishing the book, it's the politics of his country keeping him from finishing the bastard. Right, you twats, now you know who's to blame: DONALD FUCKING TRUMP. That's who's behind Patrick Rothfuss's writer's block.

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Fuck off.

Meanwhile, in Germany...

Seeing as the book has yet to release and there are already hundreds of 5 star ratings i find it only fair that a book that has enraged me to this point deserves a 1 star.

of course i will buy the book and i more than likely will enjoy the book but that won't help me to like the book as i did with the first.

First let me say; before the release of the name of the wind, Patrick Rothfuss announced the completion of all three books, the three books in this trilogy were completed, the three books who would write for this series had been finished, he planned to release these books in one-year intervals, as he announced, completely understandable, it's almost tradition for not just authors but for many other forms of entertainment to release a new form or medium for enjoyment to release new models at yearly intervals.

When i heard about the completion of the novels and the general praise the book was getting i decided to pick it up, of course i completely fell in love with the books cliche yet beautifully written story, the characters were deep and full of life, i was really in love with the book.

I couldn't wait for the wise man's fear, i couldn't wait to see what questions would be answered, how they'd be answered, what new riddles would pop up within the pages. Unfortunately, this books release date was pushed back several times due to reasons i do not understand.

Instead of a 2008 release date like the fans were promised the book was pushed back four years. Four years. I will admit that the book was extremely well written, but the depth of the story is no where near as long or as deep as a series such as the game of thrones, which George Martin has taken just as long to write a single novel in his series.

This in my opinion is unacceptable, the series was claimed to be finished and yet the book is pushed back three years for what? editing? three years would not be allowed at all for anything other than a book, if a movie, game, tv series, even a new phone model was pushed back three years there would be an outrage, but since we fans are the pawns of authors we have to abide by their will.

I cannot make excuses for authors, Patrick Rothfuss might have really been editing his book for four years, however the much more likely occurrence would have to do with the side stepping of his writing, the general distractions that Patrick has enjoyed immersing himself in so joyfully. (more on this later)

So, it has been three years since the release of the wise man's fear and even now, may/2015 the release date has been pushed back several more times for the doors of stone, looking at reviews from 2012 i can see people expecting the book to release in 2013, this was then pushed to 2014, to may 2014. It would be about the time i'm writing this review that the book; the doors of stone would have been published, a book that was apparently written seven years ago. We can't assume why it's taken so long, we can only defend Patrick, that he has been editing his book this entire time or take the offense, that he has been caught up in distractions and knows about the money he can make by jumping a hype bandwagon that has been leaving fans in it's trail for years.

So, what has happened in those three years since the wise man's fear?
- Fundraisers (of course for a good/great cause, raising money for the people in need can never be looked down upon)
- side books (to be released in october 2014, months after the announced release date of the doors of stone)
-Children's books
- Kickstarters (Nobody cares about the card game that you're trying to force down our throats Patrick, you wouldn't need people to donate money for a kickstarter if you released your novels earlier anyway, since when do authors even engage in such gimmick money grabbing events anyway? Also those stones or coins? really? really??)
- Constant interview after interview (if you follow Patrick on facebook you'll know what i'm talking about, every few days is another interview that barely seems to intervene with his writing schedule, almost as if he doesn't have one at all)

There are more i could list but anyone would get the gist of what i'm saying, Patrick has obviously gotten so involved in the money making events his books could potentially create that he's lost sight of an actual goal, this to me in disgraceful. To release a book seven years ago, telling his fans that all three books were finished only to have released the second book four years later is pathetic. Patrick has release 2 books of his Kingkiller chronicles trilogy in 7 years. Let that sink in.

I can't see an end to this series. What initially was introduced as a quick trilogy for us to enjoy and finish with a quick smile has been turned into seven years of money grabbing and lies, dates constantly being pushed back for no reason, books that have no relevance to the series are being released. Sure Kvothe's story might only last a trilogy, but what about Kote's? we all know that Patrick will never fit both 'characters' stories into one book, will we see the final book split into two? My guess is a new series all together, a sequel if you like for Kote to regain his 'powers'. Not only that but books that are to occur within the four corners have been announced, not only has Patrick ridden the fame train for 7 years for these two books, he's preparing the rest of his life as an author to be based around this world.

If you are really blinded by how much Patrick spits into the face of his fans, you deserve the wait, you deserve to wait another who knows how many years before you have your trilogy finale. Another book coming out in october this year only confirms another year or more before the doors of stone is to be released, and if that book is coming out in october what does that say about the doors of stone? a book that was meant to be finished 7 years ago, a book that Patrick has supposedly been editing for 3 years is now being pushed back because Patrick was writing a different book altogether.

Pathetic Patrick Rothfuss, just pathetic, for an author praised for his writing ability you sure do like to make fans who have been with you for almost 7 years wait for a third book. And then there are authors like Brandon Sanderson, who take their writing as a job seriously, who know how to make their fans happy. There are Authors like J.K. Rowling; who work tirelessly and are completely great full for opportunity their writing has brought them, people like them are able to write their books, please their fans, make their money, donate to the needy and are praised.

You however have been praised for releasing 2 books over the course of 7 years and milking his fans down to absolutely nothing.

Pathetic.