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298 pages, Paperback
First published January 8, 2002
It was a delicate thing of slender ivory sticks and a double layer of folded rice paper. One side was a painting, the other an intricately cut silhouette, a shadow world behind a painted world that could be seen when the fan was held up to the light.This exquisite fantasy by the late Patricia McKillip introduces us to a polity where everybody and everything seems to lack something: a ruler who will soon lack the breath of life, with a regent who has not as yet tasted death; a boy prince who lacks father, nurse and perhaps a friend, and a young man who lacks pigment, his father unknown; an ageless fay who has no discernible single form, and a creation of wax who for some time is missing a true heart and the capacity for individual thought – until she receives both, along with the truth.
Here on Faey’s walls hung art that seemed earlier still, and verged upon artless. Strange landscapes and animals, the suggestion of a city’s streets, an even vaguer, blurred face glimpsed in a glittering fog, were depicted on what looked like the round tops of wine barrels, or on stretched hide.Ombria is the real star turn here, the canvas on which are painted the fleeting, occasionally fleeing, figures of McKillip’s imagination compounded with archaic archetypes. Like some Italianate acropolis drifting between the Renaissance and the Baroque, the palace sits atop the city’s maze of thoroughfares, which in turn merges into an undercity which occasionally emerges onto a dockside or bridge. But over against all is a shadow city which only a few individuals may access, even though it may be sensed or occasionally glimpsed like the silhouette on the other side of a fan held up against a trembling flame.
— Chapter 16, ‘Here and There’.
"I was just thinking."
"About what?"
"About how we know what's real. How we wake out of a timeless place and recognize time. How you know me here, now, even when nothing or anyone else in this place is familiar. I might have been wandering through your dream, but you knew immediately which of me will bring you paper."