Readers, I cried through these chapters. No surprise there. I don't want to post anything too spoilery here on the main page, but I don't want to shy away from the real heart of this part of the story, either. Come talk more in the forum if you want to process together.The battle is over. The story is not.
When Janner turned away from Nia’s anguished face, the tragedy of war settled on his heart. Everywhere he looked, the fallen lay. They had given their lives, so there was a kind of beauty in it, but that beauty was only a blanket over a mountain of sorrow. There were slain cloven. Dogs nestled, breathless and still, against the bodies of their masters. There were dead ridgerunners, too. A lament rose to the heavens as the survivors mourned....The next morning was the warmest yet that spring. The sky was wide and high and blue with the breezy promise of new life. The rubble of Ban Rona was a terrible thing to see, but it didn’t seem as insurmountable as it had the night before. ... The streets were mostly empty, and the structures were mostly flattened, but the sky was so clear that it was impossible not to feel hopeful. Every broken building represented a restoration that was already underway.
What surprised you most this week? What made you cry? (If you want to talk about Gnag, come here)What thoughts do you have about the dragons? (Discuss here and here)Why are names so important? (Discuss here)If you had survived the battle, how would you help restore the city? Healing? Building? Singing?Please feel free to start new forum threads, or discuss here in the comments (careful of spoilers!) if you want to talk about anything else! I love hearing your thoughts. :-)