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400 pages, Paperback
First published January 1, 1992
”Those who have not lived here will return for what was left. Its essence will cry out in a voice that cannot be ignored. Riding in the balance between war and omnipotence rests all that they would know. But they must put aside the ways of adults and be again as children if the door is to open to them. They must speak not in the tongues of Men nor of Angels, for it will not avail them. Rebirth is within for all.”Usually fantasy authors are lousy at writing sci-fi; but that’s not the case here. Robin Hobb seems to excel in both. This novel was as beautiful and masterfully visualized - if not even more - as her other books I read so far.
[Your language is too small, sometimes.] She caught him up and swept him away with her, out into the stars and beyond, spreading him again, unbearably thin throughout a hundred solar systems. Stars beyond stars glittered, and this time she saw their beauty with him. She spun him up and on, and he sensed how very far they moved, and feared for his sanity. But suddenly there was a dull red star that beckoned him with a warmth that was more than solar. And then there was a planet, gold and red and brown, rich with thick winds. [Home.]Yes, Evangeline is right: human’s language is sometimes too small; for me, at least. Because RH always finds the perfect words.
‘In fact, the only real pain is when you can’t be who you really are.’I think I said enough, although I’m at a loss for words expressing how much I relished it.