“You won’t kill me,” he said.
“I won’t?” said Halla. “Why wouldn’t I?”
“You’re not a killer,” said Nolan, although he sounded a bit doubtful.
“Well, obviously not yet,” said Halla. “But I can start with you, and then I will be. I think that’s how this works, isn’t it?”
I just have to go on a bit of a rant about how fucking Delightful T. Kingfisher’s books are, OK? I love me a good YA fantasy book but I’m beginning to get to the point of “the protagonist is how old and they’re off doing these things? don’t adults have fantasy adventures?” (*blows Lord of the Rings yet another kiss, insert you’re doing great sweetie meme*) and also, despite the ever growing wonderful pool of girls having adventures too, “don’t actual girls have adventures?” (*looks askance at Emberly O’faely, perfect paragon of empty sexy lamp Mary Sue*). Obviously, I will read Howl’s Moving Castle til my eyes fall out, and then I’ll switch to audiobook, but to find another author who has the same kind of sly, dry, wicked humor and the absolute amazing talent to write fantastical characters as if they were very real human beings is like finding out that this delicious book you just finished is going to have a sequel that you didn’t even know about.
I’m going to carefully put T. Kingfisher’s books in the same small circle I’ve put Terry Pratchett and Diana Wynne Jones. Fantasy books that say, “It doesn’t matter how old a girl is, she’s still amazing and witchy and can go on all sorts of adventures and still, at the end, just be herself.” Fantasy books that are terribly practical and then, like Alice in Wonderland, there’s something that doesn’t make sense: the world is a turtle, there are clear jelly vampire stingrays, a castle trawls the countryside; but the story just rolls with it. The characters just roll with it too.
Well, then, Swordheart in particular. Which is what the top quote is from. Sometimes epic fantasies don’t fit the exact little hole in your heart (I must admit, of course, that I am halfway through her Clocktaur War duo and am also loving it, deeply), but a middle-aged widow going on an adventure with a swordsman who is also a sword, and a nonbinary lawyer priest is just the size of adventure you need.
I loved that the romance wasn’t forced. That they were good for each other. That there wasn’t a love triangle or some forced angst for stupid reasons. And obviously, the grumpy one falls for the sunshine one trope gets me every fucking time.
I loved that the sex wasn’t gratuitous or just blandly there with no reason for it.
I loved that everyone just accepted queer characters. Like the whole world just--casual preferred pronouns! oh, lesbian? bi? straight? no one cares! marry who you want!
I loved the characters. I loved that I didn’t always like them because they were, after all, human; but I always loved them because they were so real. I would die for Halla. And probably marry Zale. If they liked girls.
Anyway, I’m gonna just go casually buy all her books, like the ravenous book wyrm I am. And wait, like a small infinitely patient cat, for the sequels to Swordheart.