What do you think?
Rate this book
349 pages, Mass Market Paperback
First published June 6, 1989
"Pawn he is now–pawn he has been–" he said, his tone flat, his voice dropping half an octave. "Pawn to what he is and what he wills not to be. But will or no, the pawn is in play–and the play is a trial–"
'I'm going to be just as nasty as you are–but I'm going to do it with more style.'
'Let no man be called coward for refusing the place for which he is not fit.'
"He handed me the key himself, and he wanted me to have it."
'The lecture about filial duty was bad enough–but the one about "proper masculine behaviour"–you'd have thought I'd been caught fornicating sheep! And all because I objected to having my bones broken. It's like I'm doing something wrong somewhere, but no one will tell me what it is and why it's wrong!'
"There is no shame in loving. (...) This I think I have learned: where there is love, the form does not matter, and the gods are pleased. This I have observed: what occurs in nature, comes by the hand of nature, and if the gods did not approve, it would not be there. I give you these things as food for your heart and mind.”
►►► STORY & CHARACTERS:
I’m not going to make this easy for you, Father. Not after what you’ve done to me; not after what you tried to do to me just now. I’m going to follow my sire’s example. I’m going to be just as nasty as you are—but I’m going to do it with more style.
Safe. He was safe here. No one could touch him. As long as he stayed in this isolation, this wilderness, no one could touch him.
He opened his eyes wide in the dream, and breathed the words out. “If no one touches me—no one can hurt me. All I have to do is never care.”
It was like a revelation, a gift from the hitherto-uncaring gods. This place, this wilderness of ice—if he could hold it inside him—if he could not-care enough—he could be safe. No matter what happened, who hated him, no one could ever hurt him again.
Not ever again.
“Van, I think I know what you mean,” Tylendel said slowly. “There are times when—when being alone is a hurt that’s worse than dying. When it’s easier to die than to be alone. Aren’t there?”
Vanyel blinked, caught without words.
Tylendel’s voice was so soft he might well have been speaking to himself. “Sometimes, maybe it’s better to have had someone and lost them than to have never had anyone—”
Her weakness—and what made her a bad Field Herald, although it was occasionally an asset in training proteges—was in dealing with people. She didn’t read them well, and she didn’t really know how to handle them in a crisis situation.
“I’ll help you all I can, son,” she said quietly. “I’ll help you all I can.”
►►► OVERALL:
►►► OTHER IMPORTANT INFO:
►►► REVIEW(S) RELATED TO THIS BOOK: