There are few joys to compare with the telling of a well-told tale
Though she was only eleven, she was already a voracious reader
Unlike his father, he was not a harper. But he was a bard all the same, and the stories he know…
He listened to Cat prattle on with a smile on his lips, well pleased that she should choose to follow his profession.
“There are few joys to compare with the telling of a well-told tale,” he remarked when Cat finally ran out of words.
Cat nodded. Though she was only eleven, she was already a voracious reader.
“I just know it’s what I want to do,” she said, “but…”
Her voice trailed off, and for a time they walked in silence. The tang of the sea was in the air. The Otherworld stars wheeled and spun in constellations unfamiliar to Cat’s homeworld, but well known to her.
“But what?” Kothen prompted.
“I don’t know what to write about.”
by Charles de Lint
(born 22 December 1951)
from Yarrow: an autumn tale
Part Two – Thief of Dreams
image – Lin Pernille ♥ Photography
May 28th, 2010 at 8:51 pm
My favorite writer – just recently discovered. I loved Moonheart and Blue Girl. Two more sitting next to the bed just waiting for me
May 28th, 2010 at 9:32 pm
I find him to be very easy to read. I like the way he folds little truisms like today’s quote in with the meaning of a passage.