“You and I keep looking for light in the darkness, expecting it to appear. But it already has.” I touch his shoulder. “We’re it, boyo. Broken and cracked and stupid as we are, we’re the light, and we’re spreading.”
I have been dreading reading this book. It’s a trilogy so it should be in three books that all the passion ends and all the games stop. I didn’t want to say goodbye to Darrow. I’ve come to love this character from Mars, a boy remodelled to look like the elite of a solar system. I don’t want to say goodbye to a man who reminded me so much of the Kingkiller. A man who can inspire and lead and move the masses. Thank you Mr. Brown. Thank you.
The other thing that really stands out is the fact that the books are unpredictable without being irritating or disappointing. I’m pretty good at anticipating where a story is going to go, and these books constantly zigged when I expected them to zag. But (and this is a really important note) while the ziggs the book took were surprising, they were always sensible and fit smoothly into the overall narrative and world.
Patrick Rothfuss (the man! Writer of The Name of The Wind)