[LMB] Penric close reading!
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Fri Apr 10 00:54:21 BST 2020
Thank you Karen, for getting this going.
A new reader will have a different experience of the Penric stories than one coming to
them from the Chalion novels. The opening works for either.
Lots of colors, vivid imagery:
The morning light sloped across the meadows, breathing
pale green into the interlaced branches of the woods
beyond, picking out shy pink and white blossoms here
and there among the new leaves. The spring air hung
soft with promise.
The Season of Spring, yes, but not the Chalonese colors, blue and white, of the Daughter.
So ' spring ' but NOT ' Spring ', perhaps. Shortly Pen is presented as a bit of a stoic as well as an optimist, and one taking his self-assigned
duties quite seriously. Back to vivid colors and details again:
An odd collection of horses and figures was halted on
the verge. A man with a badge pinning jaunty blue and
white feathers on his hat, marking him as of the Daughter’s
Order, held four restive horses. The weapons of a Temple
guardsman hung at his belt. A second guardsman and a
woman in a superior sort of servant’s garb knelt
by a figure laid out supine on a spread cloak.
... Her cloak slipped off her shoulder, revealing
Temple braids pinned there marking a divine -- not
in the green and gold of the Mother of Summer, as he
would have expected, or perhaps the blue and white of
the Daughter of Spring, but the white, cream, and silver
of the Bastard, the fifth god, master of all disasters
out of season. He gulped, swallowing his surprise. And as the close of this first encounter:
If all he could do was hold her hand, Pen decided in
desperation, well, that was what he would do. His grip
tightened. For a moment, her brown eyes seemed to flash
with a deep violet light. Then, between one breath and
. . . none, her eyes went dull and still. No one was
looking back at him now. He heard a confusion of
women’s voices babbling in half-a-dozen languages, most
of which he didn’t recognize, crying out in terror and
pain. His head, throbbing with tension, seemed to explode
in a thick, tangled net of lightning, all white. Then all black.
All light, all colors, ending in lightning and black. Very careful authorship, and it's only the very first scene.
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