It may be because I'm over-tired, but it'd be unfair to blame my reaction on that entirely... I'm sitting here clutching my pillow and trying very hard not to cry (which is a losing battle; my glasses are so misty I can barely see the screen).

Shivers. Shivers and tears. And this line: It is the day of highest summer, Morwen thinks, and from that high point they must be hurled into darkness, or elso into – into what she, a child of the Bragollach, can scarcely imagine. - so telling of Morwen as a character. I loved that she was the narrator and focal point here, and that such a share was given to their daughter as well.

Which is to say, I already knew you were an amazing writer, but I hadn't expected this story to be this heartbreakingly wonderful.