The boy and girl glanced at each other and, because the adults were not paying close attention, they did not see the girl reach out to clasp the boy’s hand or the look that passed between them. The Duke would have recognized that look. He spent long years on the ravaged northern borders, where villages were constantly under siege and the peasants fought their battle with little aid from the King or anyone else. He had seen a woman, barefoot and unflinching in her doorway, face down a row of bayonets. He knew the look of a man defending his home with nothing but a rock in his hand (p 6-7).
The prologue, told in third person, grabbed me immediately. Two orphans, raised on a Duke’s estate with other orphans, form a close bond. One of them is special, gifted with a power that must be suppressed if the pair are to remain together. They enter adulthood in the army. When their unit is assigned a trip across the Fold, a barren, dark stretch of land separating their kingdom from the coast, they know it will be dangerous. It is inhabited by vicious, man-eating volcra who thrive in the Fold’s magical darkness. What happens next changes the course of their lives.
While the first person narrator occassional slips into the cliche and melodramatic (“The moment our lips met, I knew with pure and piercing certainty that I would have waited for him forever.” p 299) and I would have preferred a third person narrated story, this was a highly enjoyable story with enough plot twists and magical elements in a balanced world to keep me reading straight through. There’s certainly more to this world than what was revealed in this debut novel. I look forward to the next.