Shadowborn by Moira Katson

I was an ice child, having the ill luck to be born early, in the deepest storms of the winter, when the drifts of snow can bury whole caravans without a trace, and the winds will cut a man open with slivers of ice. I’m a sucker for great first sentences, and Shadowborn by Moira […]
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Published on April 30, 2014 23:00
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