Picture this:
(In black and white)
An expansive and super-scenic country hill dotted with trees fills the sceen. A woman in the foreground--her gauzy white gown blowing in the wind--looks over her bare shoulder as her long, sumptuous hair waves in front of her face. She peeks behind her as an uber-hunky dude comes up and nudges her cheek with his nose. A horse comes out of nowhere, and suddenly they are riding on the beach. (I know it doesn't make sense but perfume commercials never do, just stay with me). Then, they are back at the hill, lying in each others arms, smiling and snuggling. That's when you hear this sexy woman's voice (English accent of course). She says, "Do you dream in Wulfrith?" Then you hear a whisper as the cover of the book appears at the bottom of the screen: "The Kindling."
I know, right? RIGHT? Super original and you can totally take it seriously. It's amazing. It's a wonder I'm not in Hollywood..... oh wait.....
Book Rating: Best of the Best
Are you at all surprised that I loved this one? I should think not. Not only did this book make me wish for the hundredth time that I had gorgeous red hair, it pretty much made me want to pull a Napoleon Dynamite and try out a time machine, because really, I'm obsessed with all things Medieval. Wait let me clarify--all things Wulfrith.
You absolutely must read these books in order. I mean, I am sure you don't REALLY have to, but it sure makes a biggo-hangin' difference if you do. So, without giving too much away, at the beginning of this book Able is recovering from a heck-of-a-fight. And frankly, he's a grump. But along comes this sweet and strong woman, Helene, and that's about all he needs to help him finally get around to accepting his fate, and embracing his future. (Vague, I know but I don't want to say too much and ruin it for you!!!)
This story is just as wonderful, just as beautifully written and just as expertly crafted as the first three. The plot, the characters--everything. In fact, a certain character that you have grown to love will play a large roll in this intricately woven story. In a word: DURAND! *sigh* I love him. Yes, I still love him even though his last name DOESN'T start with a W. (But you think Durand is ice-bucket worthy, wait until Sir Elias. *Elias*)
I know you love these books too, and it's ok if you dream in Wulfrith. I do.
HAPPY READING!
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