Achingly beautiful.
Those are the only two words needed to describe this little short story. Which is good, because it's hard to find words to describe this story. I've read this author's work in the past and was delighted to find he'd finally published a short story from the world of his Eagle and Ceder trilogy.
Maj and Piloncilus are two special characters who's lives intersect in a very special way. It's an endearing reflection of life here on earth, and of what awaits us in the Upperwind. A reminder that we have this life, this beautiful, hard life, for only a little while and we need to make the most of it. That the pain of this world brings out the beauty of it. And that while this is not our home- we are on our way to it.
There was a little humor that amused, and there was deep wisdom that soothed. In a way, it's like Tolkien's own style with The Hobbit. Filled with things that resonate with your soul, yet always steering clear of preachiness and capturing you with the story itself. This is all that a short story needs to be.
"The limits of Lowerwind are there for a reason. Use the weights in this world to catapult you upwards toward the next."
"And there will be no end…"