And that description of Taerith’s feelings at the words of banishment and the words of his likely death… “sad uselessness.” Goodness. You’ve got it perfectly.

Ok, so I don’t know how you did it, but you have have somehow invented these pagan wild men so believably that I’m trying to figure out where you were inspired. Druids? Native Americans? A mix of the two? Something else?

I really like where you took this with Kardas fighting the leaders of his people and winning their loyalty. I’m so excited to read the next chapter and see where it goes. And once again you’ve bumped it up a notch with Kardas. How you can coin these descriptions so well. Like his old spirit, “as old as the hills and the wolves and winter itself. A spirit that manifested itself in faithfulness.” If you keep this up, Kardas may become my new favorite.

The wings! I cheered a little when I came to that part. I just love how you make clear these spiritual undercurrents through motifs and atmosphere. The wings, the moon, the stars, the snow. This chapter was really beautiful with all of that. But part of me feels like it’s too short! Your chapters should be twice as long. ;-)

And lastly, Annar. He’s obviously interested in getting food, but I don’t think it’s a matter of caring for his people so much as caring for his pride. But Joachim did make that prophecy, and I’m still looking forward to how you tie that in.

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Um…I’m in awe. Great chapter.

I have nothing else to say.

*walks away with slightly dazed expression on face* ;-)

And Annar, it sounds like he has some heart at last?

Anxiously awaiting your next chapter… :-)

Marsha