This puts into words what I’ve been trying to get at in my reviews for Anne Bishop’s The Others series. I’ve said that despite the dark and grim nature of the books, there are very human and ordinary moments which make it so endearing. Now I realise they were endearing also because they were happy. We get so many scenes where the characters get to breathe, get to *be*, without the problems they’re facing dragging them down.
And obviously I should get to reading Vision In Silver because it might just end this slump of mine.