Paladin of Souls
by Lois McMaster Bujold
Fantasy 1400s Spain. We return to the world of Chalion in the sequel to Curse
of Chalion where Royina (Queen) Ista finds herself once more pulled into the
chances of the gods.
As always when I’ve devoured, I am overwhelmed with sorrow when it is done. Makes me wonder
why I read sometimes, when the completion of that first innocent read grieves
What done already. But I’m
not ready to leave yet.
I contemplate the fall. And
more importantly, Lois McMaster Bujold’s new book, The Paladin of Souls. A
middle aged heroine, her children one married, one dead, husband died, lastly
parent died. What now? What purpose? Not old. Not young. What then?
Lois inserts our heroine into
the Canterbury Tales for bit. Sends her on pilgrimage. Not the prioress or the
wife of bath. Not the knight or his nightingale son. But someone in the
middle. A former saint. The mule of those quintarian gods.
Ah, yes. Too many quotations
to really type.
"Your father calls you to
His Court. You need not pack; you go garbed in glory as you stand. He waits
eagerly by His palace doors to welcome you and has prepared a place at His
high table by His side..."
Surely my cup runneth over,
in a story of fathers and lost sons.
"How fortunate for us that we
thirst for glorious souls rather than faultless ones, or We should be parched
indeed, and most lonely in Our perfect righteousness. Carry on imperfectly,
or that whole section about
where the the main character, Ista, who spent much of the previous novel under
a curse, cloud, mother love frenzied to grief is asked to do a thing by the
gods. Curses them because when she prayed and prayed and prayed, her prayers
were not answered. And since she has free will, and given the theological
nature of this universe, the gods cannot bend a leaf nor make her walk that
road, if she does not wish.
To which the reply is that
many were set of the road in answer to her prayers, but in the end only one
man was willing to arrive, because the gods cannot bend a leaf or make anyone
take the path. Free will. Sometimes it sucks. And here now someone else prays,
and Ista is set on the path. Whether she will choose to arrive in answer to
that prayer is up to her.
It’s all very, “tests are
gift” only large in explication.
A philosophy of prayer as
walking, one foot before the other, set to an adventure. Demons. Sorceresses.
Gods. Choices. To walk or stay home. For everything a season, even those
things that live out of season.
The sort of book meant for a
long lovely fall evening. Dark outside. Warm in. And hours of time to think
And since I was put on my
metal to come up with some tortured heroines in romance novels…
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gold. He’s religious, a virgin, and a farmer. A beautiful retelling of the
story of Hosea.
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is alive, but in a wheelchair. There’s a reason her nickname is the
Diamondback. She’s in her late thirties and has a teenaged daughter. Enter
mysterious stranger. Equal issues for everyone.
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Despite one cringe worthy, yes, this book was written in the late 70s scene,
interesting book. 1776, London to Boston. She’s a fashionable society jade.
Painted face, hair up to there, gowns out to here. He’s a frumpy lawyer from
those pesky colonies out to argue for taxation with representation.