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Stylistically rooted in fairy tale and mythology, McKillip explores imperceptible landscapes in these stories. There are princesses dancing with dead suitors, a knight in love with an official of exotic lineage, and fortune's fool stealing into the present instead of the future. In one tale, a time-traveling angel is forbidden to intervene in Cotton Mather's religious ravings, while another narrative finds a wizard seduced in his youth by the Faerie Queen and returning the treasure that is rightfully hers. This collection draws elements from the fables of history and re-creates them in startlingly magical ways--www.FantasticFiction.com.
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“Was that a note of disparagement I heard toward the incomparable Wilding? I thought all his models fell in love with him.” She made a wry face, flashing the dimples that kept plaguing Ned at odd moments as he painted the dour Cassandra. “He's careless of people,” she said briefly, and did not elaborate.
“What are your thoughts on the breadth of a woman's soul, Mr. Bonham?” “I think,” he said fervently, “I could travel a lifetime in one and never see the half of it.” She regarded him silently for a heartbeat, out of eyes the color of a fine summer day, and in that moment he caught his first astonished glimpse of the undiscovered country that was theirs.
She scarcely heard what her fingers were doing. She was still lost in that little moment when she had looked into Mr. Bonham's hazelnut eyes and seen her future. They say it happens that way sometimes, she thought, amazed. I just never thought it would happen now. I never thought that it would actually happen, only that it was always something to be expected, to hope for, never that it would suddenly happen and I would be wondering: What happens next?
Summer was no further away than a change of expression on the moon's face, a richer hue in the gold that fell freely out of the blue. Even now, heat clung to them as heavily as cloth, beading their faces with the sweat that lured the tiny, malignant pests.
The pattern of the oldest streets in Luminum resembled a wad of thread that had been shoved into a pocket and forgotten.
“I was that young,” he sighed. “Such things are so complex then.” “Do you still love her?” “That young man I was will always love her,” he answered, smiling ruefully. “That, I can't return to her.”
( 4 / 1-5 stars )
A collection of short stories, often with a more real-world feel than McKillip's usual.
“This is not at all what I expected the unexpected to be like.” I don't like everything Patricia McKillip has ever written. I was straight out bored by The Forgotten Beasts of Eld, and didn't care much for her Moon Flash or Cygnet duologies. But I've loved pretty much everything else she's written. I was taken aback recently to encounter someone who didn't care for The Riddlemaster of Hed.
Most of my McKillip reading has been of her novels, with only one or two short stories in the occasional anthology. I wasn't sure what to expect from a story collection, especially one described as straying from her usual fantasy settings to the real world. I'm happy to say that McKillip is just as effective in short form, and almost as capable in urban fantasy as in more romantic settings.
Romance is what McKillip is all about - not in the Mary Stewart sense of stories that are really about relationships, but in her unabashedly romantic style, full of soft and subtle strokes that blur hard edges and leave a warm, comforting feeling. I know nothing about McKillip as a person, but there's something disarmingly nice about her books.
As noted, the stories here do veer away from McKillip's usual stamping grounds, dealing with somewhat harder topics. Not all of the stories work, but most of them do, and if you like her novels, you'll like this collection. Some of the interesting stories: