“Patience!” he thundered. “It’s a week from now your destiny becomes known. That’s as long as it took the gods to build the world. Do you really think this will be harder than the creation of everything in existence?” Dante worked his throat and Cally stepped forward, craning his thin neck. “You know what happens to apprentices who try to work gold before they’ve hammered iron, don’t you?”
“They’re
commended for their initiative?”
“Their
masters stuff them into the forge.”
(from The White Tree, by Edward W.
Robertson)
7*/10. The full review is here.
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