I’m going to be honest with y’all here.
Over the years, I’ve had a lot of trouble getting things written. On rare occasion, it’s a fun sort of trouble. More of a challenge. Like trying to get your head around a riddle, or puzzling your way through an escape room.
But usually, it isn’t entertaining in the slightest. It’s like driving on a road full of deep potholes. Or trying to buy groceries during a tornado. Or like one of those dreams where you’re trying to go somewhere important, but no matter how hard you run, you just can’t seem to move….

– author

I’m going to be honest here too, I love all the books that come out of this guy’s hat and I like this one too, but for other reasons as to why I like the rest. This one is chill, quiet, full of hope. Like a summer’s day.

I’m still personally waiting for the last installment of Kingskiller chronicles, but I don’t think it’ll ever be done. Other books by the same author:

The Name of The Wind by Patrick Rothfuss Book Review
The Wise Man’s Fear: Kingkiller Chronicles, Day 2
The Slow Regard of Silent Things * Patrik Rothfuss

The Narrow Road Between Desires is Bast’s story. In it he traces the old ways of making and breaking, following his heart even when doing so goes against his better judgement. When he accepts a gift, taking something for nothing, Bast’s whole world is knocked askew, for he knows how to bargain—but not how to owe.

Then, against his wit and will, but following his heart, Bast reached out and held his open hand beneath the boy’s clenched fist.
Kostrel stopped his clowning long enough to open up his hand. A bit of metal tumbled down. A tiny teardrop flashed and glittered, caught the sun, and spun…
It landed on Bast’s palm as lightly as a leaf. It struck him like an anvil on his heart. It drove the breath from him like he’d been pushed deep underwater. It left him stunned as if the tree behind him had been hit with lightning twice despite the clear blue sky above.
Bast’s vision dimmed. The world went grey then faded further almost into black until the only piece of light remaining came from the tiny sun-touched tearlike bit of brass held in his hand. Before he could see more, his fingers clenched around it as if taken by a sudden cramp.
The world snapped back. Light and color. Wind. The smell of grass.

The request was simple, remove a child’s father from his and his sibling’s and his mother’s lives. In exchange for finding the swimming hole of a local beauty so Bast can be a Peeping Tom in peace.

Let’s just say the story is like Loki granting a wish and then finding out he really liked it.

I like Bast, I liked the story and I really liked the drawings

I think there’s more stories to be told and I hope we get an ending to the big one.