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SilverStar
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I say this everytime I update my page on this book, but I am just in awe. I’m speechless. The artistry of this book is astounding and my god, some lines can literally cleave you like a shining sword. UGH!!!! It’s just SO beautiful and SO original, so wholly other and unlike anything but itself. It’s just gorgeous. I adore it. I can’t even place it next to anything in my heart, it’s so beautiful. I need to
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SilverStar
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I’ve just been crying at everything lately but this book nearly broke me open again. It’s just so wretchedly beautiful. I don’t even know how to describe it. So beautiful all I can do is cry. It seems dramatic but the language is like— flowers mixed with lightning or something. It jars you to the bone, splits you in half, even as it wraps you in its feathers and makes you sigh, dream-like. I love it. That
— Feb 19, 2026 03:40PM
SilverStar
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The only thing I have to say is that I love this book. I love it, I love it, I love it, it’s one of my favorite books ever. It’s just so utterly beautiful, normal sentences within it carry such weight that it makes me cry. It’s just so pretty. So cold and wise and deeply humorous and a mix of so many odd and specific things that don’t really come together into a book very often. i’m so grateful I can
— Jan 23, 2026 03:24PM
SilverStar
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I truly have no words for this book. I just feel like I’m holding back a flood of tears everytime I read or finish a chapter because it is so utterly moving and beautiful. I literally almost cried from gratitude at being able to read this story.
It feels so.. otherworldly. So wholly itself, I just CAN’T! It’s so utterly beautiful I just can’t. I have so much more to say but just can’t.
— Jan 09, 2026 03:24PM
It feels so.. otherworldly. So wholly itself, I just CAN’T! It’s so utterly beautiful I just can’t. I have so much more to say but just can’t.
SilverStar
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I am in complete awe. This book is beyond description for me. It’s so… utterly beautiful. So wholly unique and just UGH!! I love it so much. I almost can’t describe it. I appreciate it in such a new way it’s unbelievable to me. It’s 1 AM and for once, I couldn’t pull myself away from reading even though I’m so super tired and even now I reallyyy want to keep going. The Red Bull just showed up. And—
— Jan 01, 2026 10:01PM
SilverStar
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What I said last time x3000. Utter poetry my god
— Dec 28, 2025 09:19PM
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 !!
— Dec 28, 2025 02:19PM
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.
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



My favorite lines so far (today): "But we have no time!" Molly pleaded. Schmendrick nudged her, but she rushed on, stepping close to the skull and appealing directly to its uninhabited eyes. "We have no time. We may be too late now."
"I have time," the skull replied reflectively. "It's really not so good to have time. Rush, scramble, desperation, this missed, that left behind, those others too big to fit into such a small space-that's the way life was meant to be. You're supposed to be too late for some things. Don't worry about it."
But the skull was laughing again; this time making a thoughtful, almost kindly noise. "Remember what I told you about time," it said. "When I was alive, I believed—as you do, that time was at least as real and solid as myself, and probably more so. I said 'one ơ'clock' as though I could see it, and 'Monday' as though I could find it on the map; and I let myself be hurried along from minute to minute, day to day, year to year, as though I were actually moving from one place to another. Like everyone else, I lived in a house bricked up with seconds and minutes, weekends and New Year's Days, and I never went outside until I died, because there was no other door. Now I know that I could have walked through the walls."
When they stood before the clock, there was little grace either for doubting or understanding. The men-at-arms were in the hall now, and their clashing steps sent echoes booming back and forth between the walls, while King Haggard hissed and cursed them on. The Lady Amalthea never hesitated. She entered the clock and vanished as the moon passes behind clouds-hidden by them, but not in them, thousands of miles alone.
As though she were a dryad, Molly thought madly, and time were her tree.
He bowed shakily to Prince Lír. "I thought it was you who went by me in the dark," he said. "Tell me, how did you pass through the clock so easily? The skull said you didn't know the way."
The prince looked puzzled. "What way?" he asked.
"What was there to know? I saw where she had gone, and I followed."
Yeesh. Sliced clean open from the beauty. My God. I’ll be raving all my life.