The Summer Tree (The Fionavar Tapestry, #1)

by Guy Gavriel Kay

But despite the hair, which gleamed like a fire at night under stars, this was not a beauty that warmed one. It cut, like a weapon. There was no nuance of gentleness in her, no shading of care, but fair she was, as is the flight of an arrow before it kills.

He didn’t pray, but he thought of his father, which was almost the same thing.

Freudian

And a thread that might have been respect had woven its way into his voice.

lovely phrase

We live very long, and age will not kill us, but we do die, Lady, by sword or fire, or grief of heart.

complete tolkien rip off

“Westward lies a place not found on any map. A world shaped by the Weaver for the lios alfar alone, and there we go when we leave Fionavar, unless Fionavar has killed us first.”

again just Tolkien plagiarism

If he lasts three nights, will there be rain?” “There might be.” It was the King. “This is wild magic, we cannot know.” “Blood magic,” Loren amended bitterly. Teyrnon shook his head. “The God is wild, though there may be blood.”

Christological

killing another svart as he landed.

tell

awesomely, stupefyingly,

overuse of adverbs

The Goddess worked by threes.

Trinitarian

voice gossamer like dawn.

imprecise