My rating: 4 of 5 stars
Jacqueline Carey is one of the few author's who not only can entertain but inspires me to be a better writer. The skill with which she weilds words is rare. In the world of Fantasy books even moreso. For those that found the previous books too hard to read or hold inside, they will find this much lighter-hearted tale wholly to their liking.
Having waded through all through all of Kushiel's Legacy thus far, tracing the lives of Phedre and Imriel, I was expecting more of the same. When I first opened the book, I feared that she, as many others had done before, had managed to mire herself in the tales of the druid Morgain and Arthurian legends - not that I mind those, but I loved Careys book for their wholly unique take on God, gods, goddesses and magic. However, after reading for one full chapter, I was thrilled to see that Ms. Carey had again managed to spin a tale uniquely hers and of characters wholly her own, untainted my legends written over and over again by so many others. It was not another authors attempt at the arthurian legend again. Thank Elua.
Where the world of Phedre and Imriel was dense, teeming with darknesses of both horror and pleasure, the tale of Moirin is the opposite. There is ancient history, intrigue and dire circumstances, but there is a lightness to this book that the other did not have. While I hoped to revel in the violent grips of desire as I had in her earlier books, I find myself not necessarily disappointed that this one is bright and sunlit and joyous throughout. In the past, I felt the almost trapped as the characters were in their circumstances, dug in beyond rescue and exquisitly so; however this book brought an energy of untainted love, fleeting ephemeral beauty and magic all lit in the bright jade eyes of a half-breed young woman in search of her destiny and followed by the light hand of gods that gave with equanamity.
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