“It is powerful,” she acknowledged. “But it’s not as powerful as people think—and lately, I’m learning that it’s not as powerful as I think. I’m easily confused by strong faith. If people believe what they say, then my magic can’t tell the difference.”
Entertaining excursion into a land where everyone seems to have some sort of magic. Cast is large and complex, since Dennard seems aiming for a long run.
“Safi had her title to protect her, and Iseult had her heritage to damn her.”
Female buddy story. The usual twits who shouldn’t be trusted out of the nursery without an escort. Good, clean fun.
“Where’s your hair?” she shouted. “And what happened to your arm?” “Cut my hair and got shot with an arrow!” “Gods below, Iseult! A few hours away and your whole life tumbles through the hell-gates!” “I might say the same to you. Four opponents on your tail and a ruined dress!”
Satisfying climax with lots unresolved for next books.
“It wasn’t freedom she wanted. It was belief in something—a prize big enough to run for and to fight for and to keep on reaching toward no matter what.”