This book felt like springtime. It is pretty as a flower, refreshing as a light rain, and full of the wide-eyed wonder of a new fawn. As a life-long OBSESSIVE fantasy fan, it is rare that I find something unique. Tara Maya is one of these rare gems. I absolutely LOVE the way she integrated Native American, African, and Polynesian mythology, history, and sociology into her writing--such a refreshing change from the over-done Medieval-euro setting.
Maya's characters are darling! I absolutely adore Dindi. Maya's wit is quick and clever: "What would I want with babies and a husband," Dindi says. "They just give you a lot of cooking and cleaning to do. I'd rather dance."
Her writing can be as lovely as a spring morning: "the old couple loved to watch her, and could do so endlessly, the way one could look again and again at a waterfall, or the sun setting over the ocean, or a baby sleeping, and never tire or cease to amaze at it."
And as deep as autumn's ending: "Only children can please their parents by leaving, and at the same time, so break their hearts." "Water rolls downhill to the sea. Is that a threat or a prophecy?"
I wish I could type out the sound of applause. Bravo, Mrs. Maya, ENCORE!