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Wild (Medieval Trilogy Book 2)
on October 27, 2014
I did not finish the book. I hate not finishing books, and unfortunately this was the second book in a couple weeks I could not finish. The heroine, lives by herself in the woods, and animals are her only friends. She sleeps with a pig, who is basically taking a place of having a dog. She just seemed too unrefined to me. She would never make it as his wife in a castle. So far I do not like her heroines. The first book the heroine was a little ditzy.
Roger was attacked and left for dead. Teleri took him in and saved him. I would have finished this book, but quit when I read this. This is the beginning of chapter 28:
ROGER WAS TO ride home. An easy thing, he told himself. Just put your heels to the horse, man, and take off in that direction. But at merely the thought of returning, his hands started shaking again. His breathing picked up speed, but the more he tried to inhale, the less air he got in his chest. For some odd reason he could not breathe. It was as if his throat had suddenly closed up, clogged with a huge lump of fear and cowardice. He did not dare look back to the woods. If he did, he might not leave. He might turn and ride back into the forest where his enemy could not find him, where he would not have to live with the thought that his killer could be standing right behind him. The moment he returned home whoever wanted him dead would know he had failed. And the truth was, Roger was frightened that his enemy might try again and succeed. He had always thought himself invincible. A youthful thought, he supposed, but now that he had faced death down, he was smarter. Smart enough to be scared. He tried tightening his hands on the reins, but they felt clammy. Sweat beaded along his hairline and he could feel it drip down his temples.
He thought of his duty to Edward, but it did no good. He thought of his friends, like Merrick, who did not know where he was. But that did not help either. He thought of his mother and sisters, but they lived on his father’s land, under his father’s ruling thumb. The image of his father flashed before his eyes. His father who had once, when Roger was a youth, accused him of running away from trouble instead of facing it. Those words still struck him deeply, made him angry enough to kick the horse into a run. The Arab took off toward the rolling hills, running open and free. The wind whipped across his face and made his eyes tear. The horse moved so flawlessly it was as if he were riding a dream horse, an animal that knew just by the mere press of his leg or heel exactly what he wanted. There was a sudden sense of freedom, something he had thought he’d lost. He found there was plenty of air to breathe, as if the air had come to him. He glanced down, and the hands that held the reins were his again, calm and sure; they did not shake. He leaned low and gave the Arab the lead, letting it run, open and free, not running away, but running toward home, toward his father, and toward his unknown enemy.
End of book part.
OK so he gets over his fear, but just not what I like to see in a hero. Also you mean to tell me with all the fighting he was done with Merrick he is suddenly scared? Between this and the fact that Roger should have ended up with someone different then Teleri, or she could have been written a little different then she is, I just quit at 66% thru the book. You may enjoy the book, so make your own decision as to whether you want to read it.