This week instead of reading the chapters myself, I let Andrew read to me. Have you listened to the audiobooks? He does the best accents. This particular passage pulled me in as he read it. It’s beautiful and sad.
There was nothing to do but carry his grieving heart through the snow to whatever Kalmar had to show him. Every step was a silent farewell to Chimney Hill, and every minute brought him closer to the end of the peace he had found there.
Kalmar said nothing. His head hung low, and the dead hen left vivid specks of blood in the snow. He led Janner back the way they had come, and when they crested the last hill on the outskirts of the city, Janner could see the steep, snow-white roof of Chimney Hill in the distance. Kalmar paused and looked out at the moonlit valley.
“It’s so pretty,” Kalmar said. Frost clung to the tips of his ears and dusted the fur that framed his face; steam clouded out of his snout in little bursts; his black Durgan cape caught the moonlight; his brow shadowed his eyes with mystery; his back was bowed as if he carried a great weight, and Janner sensed his fight to bear it and his sorrow that it had to be borne. Even with the dead hen drooping from his claw, he shone with a kingly grace. He smiled, and Janner had the sudden urge to bow.
Discussion: What passage stood out to you this week?
If this week’s reading hurt (it was hard for me) and you need to talk, come to the forum. <3
Activity: What do you think is going through the Bunges’ heads? What about the chiefs? What would you be thinking if you were in the crowd? Try rewriting a chapter from one of these perspectives. (If you want, post it in the forum when you’ve finished!)