Laini Taylor should get paid by the sentence. I know that publishing contracts use the highly proletarian method of word counts. These conjure up images of writers on assembly lines in work jumpsuits trying to achieve a daily quota. I suggest however, and I do hope the publishing industry is listening, that if you can't pay writers by the quality of their sentences, then at least you provide bonuses for exceptionally well made ones. The idea that this novel, where the sentences echo and bounce around in your brain for days afterwards, or reach in and grab you by the heart and say "listen, this is true, this is what it means to be human...," is comprised only of words that in fact make up a word count that in fact make up a publisher's contract sum, well, it makes me want to hiss and spit, and fire off angry letters to editors. If I go online and find that Twilight(that pathetic piece of plodding that seems only a word association game, and has the sentence quality of a fifth grade essay) is of a similar word count, then my faith in western civilization is gone.
The woman writes a sentence like its been handcrafted by tolkien's elves, then cut and bevelled by international diamond carvers.
High praise also for the harsh world to which she subjects her characters. This feels like it must have been an emotionally draining book to write. The ravages of war, though biblical in scope and sweep, are equally devastating to the capacity of those involved to love. The romance that began so beautifully with a dream of peace in the book one now undergoes the descructiveness of hate and enslavement to a cause. There are no easy sides in this book, and I salute her for that choice.