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Truth Be Told  by Virtuella 2 Review(s)
LarnerReviewed Chapter: 13 on 12/27/2009
Beautiful! Love the images you weave of the willows, and so true to my own experiences. Deoric is truly seeing as a painter does. Excellent!

Author Reply: Thank you. I'm glad Deoric's "artist's perspective" works well.

DreamflowerReviewed Chapter: 13 on 12/27/2009
I love the way you show the contrast of Aldfrid's suspicions to Deoric's newly gained insight. It clearly foreshadows what Deoric may be up against when he returns with his new angle on things.

This paragraph was just lovely:
In the morning, Déoric felt strangely restless. It gave him a pang to think of Lunet left all alone in her cottage. They set off at dawn. As usual, Aldfrid spoke very little and Déoric joined in the silence. A light wind from the south blew his hair out of his face and its cool caress made his cheeks feel fresh and firm. In front of him, Aldfrid sat slightly hunched, his shoulders drawn up and his head bent forward. His thin braids fell down nearly to his waist and bounced gently to the rhythm of his trotting horse. Their pale, dull blonde colour suggested that they were shot with grey, and they were tied at the ends with slim leather ribbons of faded green. The smell of the horses undulated around the riders, a warm, almost spicy scent that carried a curiously mixed promise of both adventure and home. The steady movement of the animals was tranquilizing. Ivornel’s fur shone like a ripe chestnut freshly peeled from its shell, but to the touch of his hand it felt soft and silky.

Such beautiful prose!

I look forward to seeing Deoric's homecoming.



Author Reply: Thank you! Many of the descriptive passages in this chapter, the one you quote included, came from a writing exercise Ragnelle did with us at Wendy's forum, and I found they fitted in here quite well.

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