Dear readers, Andrew and I are thankful for you.
Did you struggle through this week’s reading? The first few chapters of Warden part four are bleak. The Igibys, and all Aerwiar, have been through so much in the last year—the last nine years? the last epoch?—and here at the beginning of the end, all our fears begin to take shape. Take heart.
Oskar and Podo stood together amidst the battle, two tired old men beholding the destruction of their world. Hollowsfolk and Fangs strove about them, and the dogs growled and howled and fell by the hundreds, and above it all Rudric’s voice bellowed for bravery.
But the Fangs were too many.
“It’s over,” Oskar said, leaning on his sword.
Podo lifted his eyes and stared wearily out at the Fang-fraught bay, then at the Bat Fangs overhead. He seemed to have aged a hundred years in the space of a heartbeat, as if all his days and all his sorrows had caught up to him at once. Podo dusted two Grey Fangs as they rushed him, then set his gaze on the sea. The old pirate raised his sword in one hand, his legbone in the other.
“It’s not over,” he said through gritted teeth. “There’s always a way out.”
Discussion: Have you ever felt the way Janner does in these chapters—like the Maker doesn’t care, like he may not even be real? How do you hold on when you feel that way? (Talk about this here or in the forum.)
How did you feel while reading Gnag’s reasons for doing what he’s done? (Come talk about this in the forum.)
What did you most appreciate in this section of the book?
How was your Thanksgiving? 🙂