Just another Temerant dreamweaving of curated words dripping with storied gravity. A lovely and vicious fae day stuck in the mortal realm.
No one does Rothfuss like the man himself, and Pat knocked this one out of the park, loved Bast, the magic, the heart of gold covered with a menacing veneer-esque meanderings.
Felt like a budding flower opening. The elegant beauty of Pat's writing always feels like Christmas morning, opening festive presents, wrapped in glittering ribbons and shimmering foil.
A lovely, revealing addition to this hidden away corner of the world. Bravo
