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SilverStar
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It’s Midnight on the dot and I am in utter awe of this book. My God. The first time I read it, the font, the cover, everything about it (with the exception of the foreword) made it seem deranged and ridiculous. I couldn’t grasp it or understand it or see it how it truly was: a beautiful, old, wonderfully serious and deeply meaningful fantasy. I loved Peter S Beagle’s ‘Innkeepers Song’, but I think
— Dec 07, 2025 09:01PM
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SilverStar
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What I said last time x3000. Utter poetry my god
— 1 hour, 48 min ago
SilverStar
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I just don’t understand how it’s possible to write like that— so utterly beautifully and seriously and halfheartedly silly and completely, deadly precious and earnest with your language. Like a sword and a flower petal all at once: just cuts through my heart clean with beauty. I love it I love it I love it !!
— 8 hours, 47 min ago
SilverStar
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I love this book. It’s so truly and wholly other. It’s so beautiful I almost started crying reading it tonight. The language of it is beyond beautiful, I just can’t sometimes. To write like that— ugh. It’s just so incredible. He must’ve eaten magic soup to make this. It’s the only way. My God. It’s just utterly beautiful.
— Dec 13, 2025 08:45PM
SilverStar
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“The moon was gone, but to the magician’s eyes, the unicorn was the moon, cold and white and very old, lighting his way to safety, or to madness.”
I think I’m having an ethereal experience with this book. Reading it over again is becoming the joy of my life. My God. This is truly one of the most beautiful books I’ve ever read. To see it clearly now is bliss.
— Dec 09, 2025 07:18PM
I think I’m having an ethereal experience with this book. Reading it over again is becoming the joy of my life. My God. This is truly one of the most beautiful books I’ve ever read. To see it clearly now is bliss.
There’s too many to name now, and I’m tired and very heartbroken and sad. But this was a comfort and a balm, somehow. I so desperately needed a good story. And this is one of the best. I’m at Mommy Fortuna’s right now, and the first time I read this book, I could feel the cold and evil through the pages but it seemed mostly strange and nothing stood out to me the way it so incredibly and glaringly does now.
It’s all so incredibly unique and beautiful and honestly has deep truths inside of it. Old things. Such carefully chosen words, I just— I adore my craft. I want to be able to write like that so badly. He does such an incredible job. It gives me something to look forward to— something to try and aspire to. I love words. And I love writing. And I love stories. Especially ones that make me cry simply because they’re themselves.