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352 pages, Hardcover
First published July 1, 2009
“Every nation ends and every empire. Every baby born was going to die, given enough time. If being fated for destruction were enough to take the joy out of things, we’d slaughter children fresh from the womb. But we don’t. We wrap them in warm cloth and we sing to them and feed them milk as if it might all go on forever.”
“if good judgment were part of being young, there would be no reason to grow old”
Well love, it’s all gone as well as a wicker fish boat. Ana won’t have Danat. Danat won’t have Ana. I find myself host to the worst gathering in history not actually struck by plague. I think the only thing I’ve done well is that I did not wrestle our son to the ground when he walked away from me. I feel everyone is wrapped up in what happened before and I’m alone in fearing what will come after. We won’t survive, love. The Khaiem and the Galts both are sinking, and we’re so short-sighted and mean of spirit we’re willing to die if it means the other bastard goes down too.This plot device allows us a unique window into Otah whose actions are hated by a majority on both sides who view him as either traitor or fiend. These moments and others allow us to see a man struggling to do what he feels he must to save a world.
Preferably someone prettier than my daughter. You needn’t look shocked, my boy. I’ve lived my life in court. While you poor dears are out swinging knives at each other, there are wars just as bloody at every grand ball.I feel the gush gates threatening to burst, so I will wrap up by saying that I was truly impressed with this series and this final novel managed to arrive at conclusions for each of the various plot-threads without feeling rushed or convenient.
“There are two sides to this, love. But they aren’t the two sides we think of—not the Khaiem and the Galts. It’s the people in love with the past and the ones who fear for the future.” (95)This is not a series about good versus evil; in this series, even the heroes do horrific things and have to suffer the consequences. Is it evil to protect your family? Your country? Is it good to do so at the cost of others’ families and countries? As one of the characters notes, “It takes so long to build the world . . . and so very little to break it I still remember what it felt like. Between one breath and the next, Vanjit-kya. I ruined the world in less than a heartbeat” (173).
We’re all born to die, Most High . . . . Every love ends in parting or death. Every nation ends and every empire. Every baby born was going to die, given enough time. If being fated for destruction were enough to take the joy out of things, we’d slaughter children fresh from the womb. But we don’t. We wrap them in warm cloth and we sing to them and feed them milk as if it might all go on forever. (245)Abraham finds this perfect balance between optimism and realism. Yes, the world is fucked up and yes, we’ll probably find ways to make it worse; but there is still joy and the potential for us to also make things better, even if only in small and personal ways.