January 18, 2021
"For a moment, he was silent. He muttered, “I’m afraid to die.”
“You won’t.” She made her voice cheerful, brisk. Her son felt things too deeply, was tender to the core. It worried her."
I don't know why I didn't read this story until after the release of The Winner's Kiss, and I won't even try to make up an excuse. It probably is all a matter of timing. Its time, for me, was now.
As I have said -and repeated, and rerepeated- elsewhere, with an abundance of reasons and details, I worship Marie Rutkoski. The delicacy and the elegance of this short story are unmistakably her best trademarks, and the best qualities of her sweet, striking writing.
You can find the short story and read it for free here: http://www.tor.com/2014/01/28/bridge-...
“You won’t.” She made her voice cheerful, brisk. Her son felt things too deeply, was tender to the core. It worried her."
I don't know why I didn't read this story until after the release of The Winner's Kiss, and I won't even try to make up an excuse. It probably is all a matter of timing. Its time, for me, was now.
As I have said -and repeated, and rerepeated- elsewhere, with an abundance of reasons and details, I worship Marie Rutkoski. The delicacy and the elegance of this short story are unmistakably her best trademarks, and the best qualities of her sweet, striking writing.
You can find the short story and read it for free here: http://www.tor.com/2014/01/28/bridge-...