He brought the flute up to his lips, taking a deep breath and
playing a soft note, hesitant. It hung in the air for a moment,
followed by another note, quavering, equally uncertain.
The story:
The weekend doesn't start out good for Eric Banyon. First, Maureen
leaves him, after having chewed him out in the middle of the Faire.
Then, after having become more drunk than he should, and played places
he probably should have stayed away from, he comes home to find that
an elf has settled in his apartment.
As if that wasn't enough, it seems like the elf has become interested in him. Had it only been as the saviour of the elves in Los Angeles, he might have coped with it, but this elf seem to find him fascinating in another way as well, and that is not making things easier.
Thoughts about the book:
Entertaining. The concept of elves in Los Angeles is not new, nor is
the concept of the human saviour, whose real power lies in music.
However, the book is still entertaining, and worth reading.
Another interesting thing; it is only a minor detail, but I suspect it
is not a coincidence:
At one place, Eric thinks Whoever came up
with this should write a book. It's better than half the fantasy
schlock I've picked up lately - like telepathic horses, or ancient
Aztec gods invading Dallas.
Now, I haven't read anything else of Ellen Guon yet, but the reference to telepathic horses sounds a lot like Valdemar's Companions to me.
About the author Mercedes Lackey.
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