He did not notice, as he took the memory of a white horse and turned it black, and set sparks of flame between its teeth, the reflection of green in its eyes. He took the fierce, starving hounds out of the field, turned them huge and black as night. Among the horns the mage set the moon that warriors most feared: the black moon that cast no shadows, under which anything might move. His power snagged a hunter out of a dream, turned his acorn eyes as black as ravens’ eyes, crowned him with an immense tangle of horn. Atrix creates the magical and destructive Hunter, a dangerous force that can’t be controlled. The White Wolf of Chaumenard, as Atrix is known, takes human form and speaks to Prince Riven and a bargain is struck. The powerful, shape-shifting mage Atrix Wolfe senses the danger and leaves the wolves in an effort to prevent the destruction from reaching the bordering Chaumenard, the home of mages, farmers and scholars. In “The Book of Atrix Wolfe,” McKillip takes readers to the castle of Pelucir, where a great battle is waged against the inhabitants by the ruling house of Kardeth. McKillip’s gift of imagery, a most important talent in the fantasy genre. I’ve yet to come across an author who can match Patricia A.
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