I found Redwall there, and Narnia, and Andrew Lang’s Fairy Books, and a hundred other places and heroes that stayed with me and shaped me, becoming as much a part of my world as some school friends I had for how real they were.Īnd if you went in through the main doors and turned left, past the check-out desk and the miniscule reference section that nobody ever used, there was a single floor-to-ceiling bookcase set cattycorner to the others that had that month’s featured books in it, and that was where I found The Riddle-Master of Hed. I’m sure it would be almost comically tiny now-formative memories always seem to shrink a bit with age-but back then, that library might as well have been four stories high for how many worlds as it introduced me to. When I was in fourth or fifth grade (about ten years old), I spent a lot of time in my elementary school’s library. Long-winded, goopy emotional thoughts under the cut. So my dear friend primal-hobbit is reading the Riddlemaster trilogy for the first time (the first time! Ever! Oh, it makes me giddy just thinking about it), so I decided to dig up my old post on the trilogy and McKillip. Patricia McKillip’s The Riddle-Master of Hed
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