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336 pages, Paperback
First published October 1, 1991
"He tried to hurt Aral through me. I found that . . . annoying. I wish you would cease trying to annoy me, Count Vordarian, I'm afraid you might succeed." Her voice fell further, almost to a whisper. "You should fear it, too."Aral is a great foil for her, a strong character in his own right, but it's Cordelia who's at the center of this story. I'd love to meet her. She'd probably kick my butt into shape in a dozen ways I didn't realize were needed until she pointed them out to me.
"And what is your current complaint?"
I don't like Barrayar, I want to go home, my father-in-law wants to murder my baby, half my friends are running for their lives, and I can't get ten minutes alone with my husband, whom you people are consuming before my eyes, my feet hurt, my head hurts, my soul hurts...
It was all too complicated.The poor man just wanted something to put in his blank, not an essay."Fatigue," Cordelia managed at last.
“My home is not a place, it is people.”The beginning might be slow though not less significant, and it is preparing for what is to come. Cordelia is adjusting to an overly formal, aristocratic and warlike Barrayar. However, half-way through the rhythm changes. Then there is a revolution, a secret journey, vital prisoners, bloodshed and death, a rescue, a raging fire, and ultimately a triumphant return. Yes, there is so much to enjoy in Barrayar. It might be very character-driven, but there is plenty of action to satisfy any reader. Above all, Bujold’s masterful writing keeps the reader’s interest fully engaged.
“His naked agony terrified her. She held him tightly in return. ‘I don’t know. I don’t know. But somebody has been making these kinds of decisions right along, while we went along blissfully unconscious, taking the world as given. And they were only humans, too. No better, no worse than you.’
‘Frightening thought.’
She sighed. ‘You can’t choose between evil and evil, in the dark, by logic. You can only cling to some safety line of principle.’ …
‘Dear Captain, If I’m still sane, fifteen years from now, I believe it will be your doing.’
“Welcome to Barrayar, son. Here you go: have a world of wealth and poverty, wrenching change and rooted history. Have a birth; have two. Have a name. Miles means "soldier," but don't let the power of suggestion overwhelm you. Have a twisted form in a society that loathes and fears the mutations that have been its deepest agony. Have a title, wealth, power, and all the hatred and envy they will draw. Have your body ripped apart and re-arranged. Inherit an array of friends and enemies you never made. Have a grandfather from hell. Endure pain, find joy, and make your own meaning, because the universe certainly isn't going to supply it. Always be a moving target. Live. Live. Live.”The conclusion is not only strong, but also lays the groundwork for the rest of the series. And leaves us wanting more!
"He tried to hurt Aral through me. I found that . . . annoying. I wish you would cease trying to annoy me, Count Vordarian, I'm afraid you might succeed." Her voice fell further, almost to a whisper. "You should fear it, too."
"Did you dream of sweet revenge? You have it. So eat vengeance. Drink it. Fondle it. Wrap it round you in the night watch. It's all yours. I will it all to you. For myself, I've gorged it to the gagging point, and have lost my stomach for it." (He is shellshocked? No way.)