Every time I look at The Dark Is Rising or A Swiftly Tilting Planet, I ask myself if plot matters at all.
Because when Will sits in a meadow with his oldest brother and lets the butterflies sweep away his memory of magic, Will is the saddest, oldest person in the world.
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Because when Will sits in a meadow with his oldest brother and lets the butterflies sweep away his memory of magic, Will is the saddest, oldest person in the world.