Reread 3.14.2024
How is it possible to fall in love with a novel the more times you read it?! I have read Arafel’s Saga (The Dreamstone and The Tree of Swords and Jewels) C.J. Cherryh’s two book series more times than I can remember over the last forty years since it first came out, and it continues to grow on me each time I do. Of course, I could say the same for Ms. Cherryh’s Fortress in Time series as well. Both, with their lyrical descriptions and storytelling, evoke beautiful and haunting worlds. So, why do I love this series so much? It’s wording like this that transport the reader to another world with its sheer beauty and poetic prose…
Summer lay over the forest, when leaves veiled the twisted trunks and graced the skeletal branches with a gray-green life. They were stubborn, the old trees, and clung tenaciously to their long existence on the ridge above the dale. There was anger here, and long memory. The trees whispered and leaned together like conspirators in their old age while the rains came and the mortal suns shone, and shadows slithered around their roots within the brambles and the thickets. No creatures from the New Forest ventured here without fear; and none stayed the night—not the furtive hare, which nibbled the flowers that stopped at the forest edge, not the deer, which drew the air into quivering black nostrils and bounded away to take her chances with human hunters. Not the wariest or the boldest of such creatures which grew up under the mortal sun might love the Ealdwood… but there were hares and deer which did wander here, shadowy wanderers with dark, fey eyes, swift to run, and not for hunting.
At rare times the forest seemed other than sullen and dream-bound, and stirred and wakened somewhat while the moon shone less white and terrible. Midsummer was such a time, when the phantom deer gathered by night, and birds flew which would never be seen by day, and for a brief hour the Ealdwood forgot its anger and dreamed of itself.
On this night, after many such nights, Arafel came, a motion of the heart, a desire which was enough to span seeming and being, to slip from the passage of her time and her sun and moon which shone with a cooler, greener light, and out of the memory of trees and woods as they might have been, or were, or had been. She brought a bit of that otherwhere with her, a bright gleaming where she walked…
For pure fantasy set almost in a world so much like our own, Arafel’s Saga tells the story of a lone elfmaid who still wanders and protects her otherworld forest set somewhere just beyond the sight of Men, a world long ago abandoned by the rest of her faery kind. Long has she walked its shadow ways, mindful of Men, but often ignoring them… until one desperate soul found his way into her thoughts and life. But for her interest, she induces a string of events she has no control to stop, except to further intrude upon the world of Men. And all of it at a price almost too great to bear.
In many ways, this story is reminiscent of the works of Tolkien and Dunsany. But then, how can they not!
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Read 7.28.2019
Five stars... no ten... a hundred! An absolute treat everytime I read it—and I have read it a multitude of times over the years! I cannot begin to describe the lyrical quality of the writing or the grand eloquence of the story. It is more than a story—it is a song to be sung over and over again with it's nods to Welsh and Celtic mythology and, in my humble opinion, hints of Tolkien's own great masterful work. C. J. Cherryh at her absolute best!