And while Medair may have slept through the end of the last one war is never far away. A run from ruffians, some pretty major ‘wild magic,’ and one major continental shake up are there to be found. And she surprises herself, even early on, working with them beyond the magical compulsion, while still fighting her feelings of anger.Ī character study, yes, but lest one think this book plods along inside of one person’s conflicted brain worry not, we get some good old fantasy as well. Her name is known, and holding the name has some interesting complications, yet no one could truly guess her nature.

Compelled by magic to escort one she would have once called an enemy she hides in plain sight. And while it loses nothing of its contemplative ways, it gains a drive. Ya, some deep thoughts going on through Medair’s mind. Because after five hundred years of populations mixing what would driving out the enemy really consist of? Medair has it within her power to turn back time, in a way, but the knowledge to know that it can never really be turned back.

This is a tale about cultural differences and assimilation the good and the bad. This is a book about living with your own legend the good and the bad. Because you see, all that magic weapon and sleeping through the war and trying to find a new path? That is just the set-up of the book it is where the book begins, not what it is. How long was this book? Like two fifty? A short book, especially in fantasy terms, but so many things to think about hidden in its simple premise. What she doesn’t have is a clear path anymore, no sense of where she belongs in world that passed her by. Now Medair has a magical bag that can hide anything, a handful of rings with magical abilities, and a horn with power unimaginable. We are talking about a five hundred year mistake. Pausing to think over the ramifications of what she could unleash proves to be a costly mistake. In desperation Medair sets out on her quest to find an object of legendary power that could be the last chance to save her land. The war is all but over, defeat almost a sure thing.

Medair by Andrea K. Höst