I would use them over the long years of exile to gain what I wanted, no matter what its price. When the moment came I couldn't resist it, no more than a dog can resist chewing a bone that, splintering, makes his mouth bleed.Īlready I was storing these lessons inside me. But I, too, was tainted with them, vengeance encoded into my blood. Narrated by Panchaali, the wife of the legendary. Her style of magical realism rivals those of the Latin American writers, establishing a new genre of Indian mysticism. A reimagining of the world-famous Indian epic, the Mahabharat-told from the point of view of the wife of an amazing woman.Relevant to today's war-torn world, The Palace of Illusions takes us back to a time that is half history, half myth, and wholly magical. I'd thought myself above the cravings that drove him. The Palace of Illusions is full of magic and imagery as only Chitra Banerjee Divakaruni can create. All this time I'd thought myself better than my father, better than all those men who inflicted harm on a thousand innocents in order to punish the one man who had wronged them.
He knew he would regret it-in his fierce smile there had already been a glint of pain.īut was a woman's heart any purer, in the end?
That was why he incited Dussasan to an action that was against the code of honor by which he lived his life.
That was why he turned on me when I refused to ask for his pity. That was why Karna waited for me to plead with him though he could have stopped my suffering with a single world.
The 'mysterious woman' style of narration is unmistakably Divakaruni's.“For men, the softer emotions are always intertwined with power and pride.
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