This is wonderful – a distraction from everything I should be doing (certainly not writing another post, or wanting to read this) – which is a sign of a very good book.

As her pale hands reached for the branches of the next tree, she looked down into the car and met Mup’s eyes… She descended in a falling arc, her clothes blown back like ragged black wings. Then one of the witches jumped the gap between two trunks, her silhouette dark against the fine grey of the sky. She watched for so long that she began to fall asleep again, half convinced she was dreaming after all. They were nothing but shadows among shadows, so that Mup had to strain her eyes to see them. There were men witches and women witches, and they leapt from branch to branch, racing along at tremendous speed. She rests her head against the window, watching the trees flash by and that is when she sees the witches. Mup would have liked him to have been awake, just as company, even if he wasn’t able to have a conversation yet, being a little too small. Tipper has fallen asleep, drooling a little on the straps of his car seat. The car is silent, with the moon shining, the colour of brass, large and strange in the sky. Mup’s mam isn’t talking, singing or talking. Atmospheric, unique and full of character.*Īt the beginning of the story Mup and Tipper are travelling back home from the hospital in the back of the car.

Even though I have only read 88 of 278 pages of my proof.

Wild magic trilogy