This was a fabulous book. I started and finished it last night. I started at about midnight, despite myself because I know that I cannot read before bed or I won’t sleep. Anyway, the reading won out and I started. Four and half hours later I was finished. I couldn’t put it down. The characters were so real and compelling, the story was original and the writing clean and precise. Did I mention the love story? Because yea, that was awesome too.
Brightly Woven is the story of Sydelle, a girl who lives in a town despaired by a ten-year drought. When a handsome stranger, a wizard named North comes into her town, the soldiers follow him and an upcoming war pushes them out for their safety. They are on a journey to the visit the Queen and stop the war. Along the way, they meet dangerous wizards, old friends and discover things about each other and about themselves.
I'm not very good (yet) about talking about loving stories, but this one I adore. I love the dynamic between Syd and North--North is so amazing. Everything was tied up nicely but there are still some things I just need to know. I'm so glad I picked up this book. It was marvelously written and so much fun!
“You said before that you had no choice,” North said. “But here’s one right in front of you. You can go back down to your people and suffer quietly with them, but if you do, you really will be trapped her, with no relief. It’ll be at least a month and a half before I get to the capital, and longer before the Wizard Guard can come to help you.”
“Trapped with them or trapped with you–” I began.
“Not forever,” he said. Something hard and unbearable had wedged itself in my throat. “If you help me get to the capital, I swear on everything good in this world that after we deliver the information, I’ll take you anywhere you want to go. It will be your choice.”
It was happening too quickly, with no time for good-byes, for lingering last looks. Was it possible that only yesterday it had rained for the first time in years, that people had been singing and dancing instead of crying and screaming? Now the rain was gone again, leaving behind only a fine gray haze, and the only thing left for me was to go with the wizard.
It was a cruel twist of fate, I thought, finally to have the chance to see the world beyond Cliffton but only in the worse, the most terrifying of times.
“Why did you pick me?”
North picked up my bag and loom, helping me to my feet.
“Why me?” I repeated over the deafening wind. “You could have had anyone!”
“Yes,” he said, taking one last look at the village below. “But I only need you.” (page 28-29)