a novel so intricately constructed it is nothing short of exquisite
a love story that will take your breath away
a mystery tangled in fantasy.
There are no more battles between good and evil, no monsters to slay, no maidens in need of rescue. Most maidens are perfectly capable of rescuing themselves in my experience, at least the ones worth saving, in any case. There are no longer simple tales with quests and beasts and happy endings. The quests lack clarity of goal or path. The beasts take different forms and are difficult to recognize for what they are. And there are never really endings, happy or otherwise. Things keep going, they overlap and blur, your story is part of your sister’s story is part of many other stories and there is no telling where any of them may lead. Good and evil are a great deal more complex than a princess and a dragon, or a wolf and a scarlet-clad little girl. And is not the dragon the hero of his own story? Is not the wolf simply acting as a wolf should act? Though perhaps is a singular wolf who goes to such lengths as to dress as a grandmother to toy with its prey… The heart of the tale and the ideas behind it are simple. TIme has altered and condensed their nuances, made them more than story, greater than the sums of their parts. But that requires time. The truest tales require time and familiarity to become what they are.
*Do the world a favor and buy this at an independent bookstore. My copy came from the Reading Reptile. And, yeah, it was worth list price.