Emily Wilde’s Map of the Otherlands (Emily Wilde, #2)

by Heather Fawcett

How familiar are you with the work of Danielle de Grey?”

Oh my god the icon herself

She was arrested in four different countries,

My hero

“I enchanted all of your pencils,” he said without opening his eyes. “You always have at least one upon your person. I knew they would come in handy.” He added, as I continued to stare at him, “Well, I can’t carry a bloody sword around with me everywhere,”

Forgot how much I love him

“Someone poisoned you last night,” I said bluntly. “Likely a poison brewed in your own kingdom, to ensure its efficacy.” He looked thunderstruck, then hurt. “It was my birthday party.”

HAH

He is the monarch of a court in the south of Ireland

Oh my God what if he’s from Cork

I opened my knapsack and deposited the faerie foot onto Wendell’s desk.

Not even giving them a warning, I love her

Corbann, Ireland.

….Corbann where now?

Wendell’s is located in the southwest of the country,

Oh my god he’s either a Kerry man or a Cork man…..Wendell speaks with a Cork or Kerry accent

I stowed the faerie foot under my bed, surrounded by a circle of salt, which I hoped would dissuade it from wandering.

As if it’s a snail

Of course I am aware of how ridiculous it is that my niece should be more comfortable with one of the courtly fae than with me,

It’s because you kind of hate her

He opened his eyes to find Wendell at his bedside, gazing down at him in contemplation, and his face seized with horror. “No,” Rose croaked. “Not him—”

HAH

Wendell at first seemed at a loss. He washed the wounds and then prodded one with a fingertip. Abruptly, it began to spill rose petals.

Oh my god he’s going to turn him into a tree

His ear was the most jarring—not only was it half silver, no doubt due to the extent of the injury, but Wendell had affixed it backwards.

Of course he did

He was initially uninterested in the idea of focusing on de Grey, reasoning that we could find the nexus without her help. His opinion changed, however, when I related all that Eichorn had said of his decades-long search for his beloved.

Wendell’s a romance girlie

why on earth would she assume I needed her assistance?

Why on earth would she hear you cry out and assume you needed help???

“Could you track Eichorn using the ribbons?” I pressed. “I doubt it. I’m not a bloodhound.”

Love him

what an eclectic hoard of faerie treasures I was bringing with me on my journey! A jar of embers, a compass from a foreign realm, and a horn.

Her carrying around a foot was funnier though

I touched the side of her face in thanks, ignoring her startled expression—I do not believe I have ever touched her before, at least not in affection—

Emily I fear you have strayed too far into social awkwardness for me to follow, please show your niece some affection

I inadvertently crushed several snails beneath my fingers, which emitted tiny, high-pitched screams of agony.

Horrifying

Assassins are a monstrous breed. Either they attack when you are at your worst, or they are having a go at you on your birthday. I have never known a more dishonourable profession.

Still very fond of Wendell