Overall, I thought this was an interesting way to mix the world of fantasy with the modern world. The lines between what makes a being human or a fairy are blurry and blurrable (at least from the fairy side). An Aetherial being (as they are called in the book) can blend in with humans no problem ...
The Court of the Midnight King is set in the fifteenth century, during the reigns of Edward IV and Richard III. The Wars of the Roses is one of my favourite periods of English history (close on the heels of the late 16th century), which is why I followed up on my friend’s recommendation to read t...
Definitely the biggest and most ambitious of the series. Of the three though, I'd say it's my least favourite. Doesn't have the simple focus of the first story, or the purity of vision of the second - which is one of my favourite books of all time. But that's by the by really, because it's sti...
From Forluin, green, half-fabled land of beauty and peace, has journeyed the gentle Estarinel, bearing tragic news. From the terrible Empire of Gorethria rides Ashurek; a lean and deadly warrior, once High Commander of its Armies, scourge of the Earth, hated and feared across continents. The thir...
Across the River ‘No. Medrian...’ Calorn whispered, the last of her breath trickling from her. Her body was a mass of pain, ribs bruised, spine aching with the bear’s weight, its claws four deadly points of pain across her back. And worse was the terrible illusion that Medrian was towering above ...
His head ached with terror. He wanted to flee, slam the door, and run. Save my skin or I’m going to die... Andreas was down in the hallway, flattened against the front door, still here only because Ben forbade him to go. He said in a hollow voice, “I wouldn’t desert you, Ben. But come away with m...
For a time she stood watching the dancer, entranced by the way her raven hair slid over her shoulders as she moved, her sheer unconscious grace and passion. So much potential for love lay coiled inside Violette, but outsiders rarely saw inside the ice shell. She has so many layers, Charlotte thou...
‘I can see no escape.’ Skord was sitting up in bed the next morning, his face drawn and pale. Thanks to Setrel’s care his wits had returned, although he was by no means himself yet. ‘Are you feeling better?’ Estarinel asked as he entered the bedroom. &nbs...
Entwined like a single entity, they torpedoed through fierce clouds of bubbles. She felt her head break into the air, felt the waterfall’s weight splashing over her. They kept rising, as if thrown by a wave right out of the water to land painfully on the flat stones of the bank. There they lay, g...
1483: Jane [Archbishop Rotherham took the Great Seal to the Queen]… about whom he found much heaviness and rumble, haste and business, carriage and conveyance of her stuff into sanctuary: chests, coffers, packs, fardels, trusses, all on men’s backs, some breaking down the walls to bring in the ne...