She was prepared to be afraid of Marec, because she was already afraid of everyone; she'd had practice. What more did he have to offer her in the night market of fear, when she was the richest woman in the world and already owned it all?
But, well. Despite all of it, there was magic attached to his name. Not real magic, but ordinary magic, a medieval touch that illuminated the initial M and G with red and gold. He had been great and he had been finished at thirty, like all the great ones, and there was a magic in that too. The lure of him was the lure of any finished thing: you could look at him and see his full story, with ending.
I seem to be hitting a patch of books that just can't quite stick the landing. I really, really, enjoyed this - but it didn't quite get to where I felt it needed to get.
To start with the good though, this is beautifully written, and hits that note of subdued magical realism that I love so much, and that is incredibly hard to pull off. Annae is intriguing, and her backstory is believably painful - there's an authenticity to the way it's presented. I was also just so wrapped up in the prose that I was happy to overlook the slightly montage-y feeling of her studies.
But despite the amazing writing, the ending was a letdown for me. It's not uncommon in novellas and shorts - the story either went too far, or not quite far enough, but it's not comfortably finished at the length it is. There's a lack of conclusion, which works sometimes, but here it just felt abrupt.
On the other other hand though, this still got four stars. There's just so much the author gets right along the way, beautifully written insights that felt authentic and important. So win some, lose some, but on balance this was more than worth the time for me - ymmv.