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2020/115: An Enchantment of Ravens -- Margaret Rogerson
Monday, October 5th, 2020 11:12 am2020/115: An Enchantment of Ravens -- Margaret Rogerson
Isobel is seventeen years old and lives with her aunt and her two not-quite-human 'sisters' in Whimsy, a land where it is always summer. She is the most renowned artist of her age: her Craft is portrait-painting, and her skills are much in demand among the fair folk, who cannot create anything new. ( no spoilers )
I saw the secret hidden deep within his eyes. Impossibly, it was sorrow. Not a fair one’s ephemeral mourning, but human sorrow, bleak and endless, a yawning chasm in his soul. No wonder I hadn’t been able to identify the flaw. That emotion didn’t belong to his kind. Couldn’t belong. [loc. 499]
Isobel is seventeen years old and lives with her aunt and her two not-quite-human 'sisters' in Whimsy, a land where it is always summer. She is the most renowned artist of her age: her Craft is portrait-painting, and her skills are much in demand among the fair folk, who cannot create anything new. ( no spoilers )
