10 years on, picking up this medieval fantasy story for the second time had me so enraptured that I couldn't put it down for 3 whole days. Weeks writes in a style that is more prose than text, and keeps the reader's imagination constantly engaged.
Somehow, she was in his arms, and they were holding each other and laughing and Elene was crying, and they were good tears, and then he kissed her and his whole body dissolved into that point where their lips met, and her lips were soft, full warm, inviting, moist, responsive, eager. It was beautiful. It was amazing. It was the best feeling of his whole life, right until he threw up.