Warriors, like heroes, come in different forms. They appear when you need them, to champion your cause, and they have your back. They don’t always carry swords or spears. Sometimes, they arrive on the scene armed with their weapons of creation: weapons which help build one up rather than those designed to cut someone else down.
“The more we are governed by idiots and have no control over our destinies, the more we need to tell stories to each other about who we are, why we are, where we come from, and what might be possible,” said Alan Rickman once.
Now, when the world seems to be descending into chaos carefully orchestrated by these idiots, now is as good a time for a tale as any, so let me whisk you away for a moment from this too-real world and tell you a story.
I know what it feels like. The story is intricate, a finely-spun spider’s web. The characters are woven into the story; the narrative forms a cocoon around them, making the characters its own. The plot develops subtly, never giving away more than is required; its veil of mystery stays in place, fluttering every now and then. The emotions portrayed are intense — it has the ability to leave the reader breathless, lost for words. This opus will always stand out, always be different from the others on the shelf.