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492 pages, Hardcover
First published February 5, 1991
Sated, he just rolled happily over into the tumbled blankets, and went right to sleep.Mercedes Lackey’s novel comments on equal pay, equal respect, equal choice in occupation and extra-curricular activities, equality in job promotions, and sexual equality. I love it! Nothing is forced; it all comes naturally, like you’re not being lectured.
She could have killed him.
Twice. . . .
And nothing ever quite made up for the letdown of that first night.
And he never understood, or even noticed.
“I collect rocks,” he offered.Another moment I found hilarious was when Kero reveals that she doesn’t much appreciate Bards, who wrote a song about her after she saved her sister-in-law. For twenty years, that song has haunted her:
“Great pastime for someone who spends his life on horseback.”
“I didn’t say it was easy,” he protested, laughingly.
Kero laughed with him. “I should confess, then. I make jewelry. Actually, I carve gemstones. Now that is a portable hobby.
“I used to write bad poetry.”
She glared at him.
“I stopped.”
And as soon as your villagers would find that out [that I was the Kerowyn of the famous song], I’d wind up having to listen to whatever unholy rendition of it someone had come up with in this village. . . . You should have had to sit through some of those performances. . . The Revenie Temple children’s choir, the oldest fart in Thornton accompanying himself on hurdy-gurdy, a pair of religious sopranos who seemed to think the thing was a dialogue between the Crone and Maiden — at least a dozen would-be Bards with out-of-tune harps. Minstrels. I’d like to strangle the entire breed.While there is a magical wonder surrounding tales of heralds, bards, and healers, Kerowyn wipes all that away with practicality and logic — and makes me laugh as she does so!