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329 pages, Hardcover
First published December 7, 2010
She couldn't read the bard's expression, but she could guess at it. He had unraveled his heart for them, spun it into gold and woven gold into a web. The two flies buzzing obliviously on the outermost strand of it would cause the bard dissatisfaction greater than his pleasure in all the trapped and motionless morsels within the shining strands.But the meandering plot wasn't very compelling, and too many questions were left unanswered for me at the end. I'm big on understanding context in my reading, and sometimes McKillip leaves me feeling a little lost.
He exuded ambiguities, she decided: that was his fascination. His mouth spoke; his eyes said something other; his smile belied everything.
His first note melted through Nairn's heart with all the sweetness of a love he had never felt; his second brushed Nairn's lips like a kiss, this third ran down the stubborn sinews at the backs of Nairn's knees and he sank like a stone to the grass, helpless as a child before such beauty, and as grateful for the gift."
She seemed as serenely confident of her powers as a full moon drifting to airy nothing about the horizon,as strong as an old oak tree carrying generations of nests in its enormous boughs or a mischievous wind blowing any thought of death away as lightly as last year's dried leaf. He laughed, even as tears stung his eyes. Kelda could not matter against this. Nothing mattered, only the exhilaration and generosity in the voice that must have swept across the plain to startle the eagles on the crags of Grishold and make the old stones dance along the edge of the northern sea."