Bingo square: Hold Steady
On the Second Sabbat of Twelfthmoon, in the city of Weep, a girl fell from the sky.
Lazlo Strange has been fascinated by the city of Weep since he was a boy. A far away place cut off from the world 200 years ago, even its name has been snuffed out of existence. Lazlo felt magic in the air when that happened, and has spent his life since learning all he can about Weep. An orphan raised by monks, he finds himself at the library as a teenager and decides to stay there. In a forgotten section he reads about Weep – its history and its fairytales, and dreams of one day going there, even though it’s an impossible task.
Then the Godslayer comes to town.
Eril-Fane is in need of great minds to solve the problem of Weep – a problem he will not name until they reach the city. Lazlo, a lowly librarian, a nobody, has no chance of being asked along on this adventure. Until he steps forward and speaks the language of Weep.
After a six month journey they finally arrive at the city and Lazlo discovers what the problem is. There he will learn of gods and godspawn, of killers and tormentors, and question what it takes to be a hero. There, he will fall in love.
I’m stealing my own words for this since I wrote a review of this last time I read it, back in 2018. I didn’t know then that it was part of a duology, and was part thrilled part heartbroken that I had to wait to find out what happened to Lazlo and his love Sarai. I still think this book is beautifully written and engaging, and I am absolutely jealous of Taylor’s imagination and writing ability. To dream up not only new worlds but gods and magic abilities. Ugh. Wish I was half as good.