That in itself is the biggest source of all conflict, of course, and made so much worse because it is the god of childhood and mischief that has to undergo such a nightmare of losing everything that he is.
What it really manages to be, spectacularly, is a novel about growing up. Was I genuinely surprised by some of their choices, or by the events that happened, or the way it finally got resolved? Yes, to all three.Īs for some of the things that some of you might be looking for in a progressive tale: There is offhand and natural relations between the sexes that I've come to expect from gods and godlings, only it is is a bit more down to earth with more of the mortal flavor in this novel. It was special in a way that all deeply mythological tales can be special, even when they tear a hole in reality to let in the Maelstrom, borrow from so many sources, and yet manage to be fully creative and original all on their own. I was damn close to tears an unknowable number of times while reading this. And before you start going on about how that's nasty, I mean it entirely metaphorically! Gosh, you people. He touched me just as much as he touched Shahar or Deka. I must say that this is the best of all three.
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