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

by Heather Fawcett

I wrote St. Liesl on the board—not for any particular reason, but because, in truth, he was right about me: I enjoyed writing things on blackboards.

“The problem is not the packing, I admit; I simply dislike travelling. Why people wish to wander to and fro when they could simply remain at home is something I will never understand. Everything is the way I like it here.”

both of us, it seemed, would rather confront a supernatural intruder than fumble our way out of an emotional exchange.

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.