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Hotspur & Steelsheen  by Medea Smyke 4 Review(s)
Linda HoylandReviewed Chapter: 6 on 4/19/2015
A most enjoyable chapter.

daw the minstrelReviewed Chapter: 5 on 6/21/2014
I like the way you show Morwen working. I think that's much more realistic than the sort of Victorian lady in the drawing room picture contemporary writers sometimes have of nobility on the land.

Glad she's getting some help.

Author Reply: Hello Daw,

Morwen definitely did not read the heroine handbook and even if she had, she'd do what she wanted. The historical reality is that life was difficult and busy for everyone in a household; everyone had to work. I wanted a heroine who enjoyed her life's work, with a few obstacles in her way. Thank you again for reviewing!

MS

daw the minstrelReviewed Chapter: 3 on 6/21/2014
The news that the hermit is a nudist made me literally LOL.

This is a lovely exchange, with its colloquial judgment of Guthere's heft and Gladhon's natural reluctance:

"How will we carry him?" Thurstan asked. "Guthere's not exactly a bucket of oats."

Cenhelm frowned deeply. "And where is there to go? Back to the hermit's hut? The bad air would kill him if the head wound did not."

"No," said Thengel. "Gladhon, you're our guide. What do you say?"

Gladhon considered a moment, looking for all the world that he wished someone else had been guide


There's a nice little mystery here:

"Your uncle's one fault is that he is more forgiving than you realize."

And the moment when Thengel sees Morwen is breathtaking.



Author Reply: Hello Daw,

I'm sure Thengel and his men will be able to laugh about their encounter with the hermit, as well. ;) I'm glad you enjoyed the chapter - thank you for another kind review.

MS

daw the minstrelReviewed Chapter: 2 on 6/21/2014
Crimony, you have a gift for gorgeous description. This

He stopped and removed his winged helm which had grown uncomfortably warm under the scrutiny of the rising sun, revealing startled, golden hair, cropped in the fashion of men who served Ecthelion, He'd banished the cloak of Ithilien green to his saddle bag just after they passed through the Rammas Echor and soon regretted the leather hauberk over his wool tunic, as well.

makes me sweat just reading it. And this

the serene sky and light clouds scudding across it like swans on a pond.

is gorgeous and original. There are tons of other wonderful phrases too. I'm deeply jealous.





Author Reply: Hello Daw,

I'm so glad you enjoyed the writing here. It's always nice to hear what readers enjoyed. Thank you!

MS

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