Now, this is a gorgeous book. Song for the Basilisk by Patricia McKillip begins with fire and death and a boy with a fake name who hides with bards at the far side of the world. (I said gorgeous; I didn’t say cheerful.) It goes on to secret identities, revenge and music. People in this book love music. I am not a musician, but I love when people love things (unless the thing is, I dunno, kicking puppies or something.)
There are never too many words or too much explaining. I like this, but I’m the one who ruthlessly cuts a third of your paper when you ask me to edit. (As a general rule, I think you don’t need as many words as you think you do, so long as you pick the right ones.) See, you don’t need hundreds of pages to tell a cool story.