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The small rabbit made no move whatsoever, either to retreat or to defend himself, but only stared at him with great eyes which, though troubled, were certainly not those of a beaten enemy or a victim. Before his gaze, Vervain stopped in uncertainty and for long moments the two faced each other in the dim light. Then, very quietly and with no trace of fear, the strange rabbit said, “I am sorry for you with all my heart. But you cannot blame us, for you came to kill us if you could.”

“Blame you?” answered Vervain. “Blame you for what?”

other notes

did not love the camera cutting away from the battle to jump into a random human child’s POV, we easily could have heard about this from hazel’s perspective after the fact but i wanted to see woundwort fighting the dog

the rest of the battle that we did see was REALLY good, i love a proper siege

i have an enduring appreciation for how vulnerable all of these characters are, not just to injury and death but also the debilitating effect fear has on them, something i think goes underutilized in a lot of contemporary writing

did not love the author’s approach to writing accents, it was especially difficult to deal with the seagull and i physically cringed every time he said “mudder”

there was a weirdly racist and completely unnecessary anecdote likening rabbits unable to understand bridges and boats to “african villagers who don’t understand planes”. we didn’t need that.

i’m unfortunately too fond of general woundwort i really liked him!!

i already have so many thoughts on the first few chapters.

the fucking prose. what the hell, adams. i reread the first few pages over and over again because they are such a lovely example of how fantasy worldbuilding can flow seamlessly with beautiful, evocative language. maybe its the heatwave cooking my brain, but i can feel the breeze of sandleford warren and the oppressive feeling of something just beyond the horizon.

the subtle warning of the third person narrator showing us what is written on the signboard in the first chapter. we humans know whats coming. we know fiver is right, even though the others don't. and the way fiver and the sign work together to make us feel the horror of being a rabbit underground while your world is ripped apart.

the bit about how hard it is to get a group of rabbits together to do anything until they are quite ready is just any queer friend group and i will laugh about it forever

conlang. fuck i love this conlang. since i was a kid i've always called badgers lendri and cars hrududu (my dad and i use them together and we did randomly add /n/ to the end of both idk).

the religion. is. so. good. the way it interacts with the world. its so fun.

AAAAAA, I HAVE ANOTHER RABBIT!!!! Her name is Bonnie (Bunya) She is 1 year old.

And this is another my bunny. His name is Fluffy! He is 4 years old