The Summer Tree (The Fionavar Tapestry, #1)

by Guy Gavriel Kay

But Dana was with him now, the Goddess, taking him there to truth. And in a crescendo, a heart-searing blaze of final dispensation, he saw that he had missed the gap, and only just, oh, only just, not because of any hesitation shaped by lack of desire, by death or murder wish, but because, in the end, he was human. Oh, lady, he was. Only, only human, and he missed because of hurt, grief, shock, and rain. Because of these, which could be forgiven.

Deny not your own mortality. The voice was within him like a wind, one of her voices, only one, he knew, and in the sound was love, he was loved. You failed because humans fail. It is a gift as much as anything else.

“Kay’s intricate Celtic background will please fantasy buffs … in the manner of The Silmarillion, the posthumous Tolkien work that Kay helped edit.” —Publishers Weekly