Blake’s Reviews > The Lions of Al-Rassan > Status Update

With her words the moment passed, the world moved on again: time, the flowing river, the moons. And the delicate thing that had been in the air between them - whatever it might have been named - fell, softly to rest in the grass by the water. Goodbye. Goodbye. Goodbye.

It seemed that with understanding so often came sadness

Animals, to be hunted down and burned from the face of the earth. The deeds of men, as footprints in the desert. Nothing under the circling moons is fated to last. Even the sun goes down.

This book is gas.