My father and I just finished The Sorceress and the Cygnet by Patricia A. McKillip, the first book of her Cygnet Duology.
I am in awe. Again yet more so. Usually when reading a McKillip book it feels as though Ages of the World pass between pages, so great is per poetic power over atmospheric language. Yet this tale under cygnet and star transcended time in such a fashion that it felt like we have been reading it forever, with Ages passing so swiftly that they became meaningless.
In this book, stories old as Ro Holding and woven out of stars spring to life, confounding the very grounded and yet beautifully intricate Ro House as Wayfolk man is compelled to aid these powers for the return of his love. Thus an epic tale is born as a realm is threatened, all without marching armies or a trace of civil unrest. A tale which teaches a most important lesson: Some powers are meant to be known and not used, and in some areas it is better to make the choice to stop learning; and with every heart you burn knowingly it is your own you cast into the flames.
May the stars watch over you Corleu of the Wayfolk, Meguet Vervaine, Nyx Ro, the Gatekeeper, Rush Yar, Calyx Ro, Holder Lauro, Iris Ro, and Tiel of the Wayfolk.