Eric Maas’s Reviews > The Peregrine > Status Update

Distance moves through the dim lines of the inland elms, and comes closer, and gathers behind the darkness of the hawk. I know he will not fly now. I climb over the wall and stand before him. And he sleeps. (p. 191)

I love the desolate, but this was beyond desolation. It was dead. (p. 190)

(April 2nd)

(March 31st)

(March 30th)

(March 29th)

Beauty is vapour from the pit of death. (p. 182)

March 28th

The orchard tiercels flight was a courtship ritual, and very successful it seems. Apparently the happy couple then leaves for the Dutch riverlands…

The flight of the orchard tiercel on March 28th is a beautiful example of lyricism! Ending with what Baker seems to be looking for since the first pages: With the whole valley to choose from, he had s chosen to come back to the orchard where I was standing. There is a bond: impalpable, indefinable, but it exists. (p. 179)

Gliding, speaking, hovering, sculling, he seemed to be freed at last from his orchard obsession. Free! You cannot know what freedom means to you have seen a peregrine loosed into the warm spring sky to roam at will through all the far provinces of light. (p. 179)