Master of Crows is a high fantasy romance but it is a complex high fantasy with so many different facets that I dislike that it could be misconstrued as "just" a romance (and I also hate the naked back on the cover). Silhara, the Master of Crows, is a powerful mage who has many an enemy and live...
What I loved about this book was first the beautifully poetic descriptions from Ballard and Gavin's curse effects to Isabeau treacherous rose bushes. I loved the banter between Louvaen/ Ambrose and Lou/Ballard. Lou is a great heroine,a lot of spunky wit. Such a difference in sisters Lou and Cinni...
White menhirs decorated its peak, gleaming dully in the frosted moonlight. Ildiko sat cross-legged on a thick horse blanket near the entrance of the tent she shared with Brishen. Sinhue sat on one side of her and Anhuset on the other, all three sharing a pot of hot tea as ...
"Come out, Angus Weaver! 'Tis your doing that the beast is attacking!" Her door shivered beneath hard blows as the mob outside beat their fists against it and shouted their anger. "Aye, Angus, come out! You're not welcome here no more!" She waited until there was a pause in abusing the door befor...
The great firs hemming either side of the pass towered above them like dark sentinels, their branches bowed in shrouds of snow. They creaked and swayed in the wind that sent flurries spinning and dancing through the air before landing on horses and riders. The trees blocked the worst of the win...
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“As fast as you want them. I’ll see to it.” She rubbed her palms together. “Does this mean you’ve grown tired of trotting yourself and the hercegesé out before the royal court like prized horseflesh?” Brishen tossed the brush into a nearby bucket and patted the mare’s shoulder. “I was sick of...
“I don’t think you can kill this with a blade.” She glanced back at the temple. “I was picking parasols and tripped on a tree root. I caught my balance on the first step. A witchlight grew in the temple’s center after that.” She described the burgeoning column, the shapes trapped inside it and th...
In the distance, a small village could be seen, clinging like lichen to the sloping face of the cliffs. Beyond the quays lay the white lands and the fabled fortress of the snow kings. And there Kareena resided, a captive queen.Sails flapped hard above Castil's head, giant wings beating restlessly...
