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

by Heather Fawcett

“I appreciate your advice, Farris. Genuinely. But I know Wendell.” “Emily.” He pointed up at the beech tree boughs, which waved to and fro, scattering more leaves about us. “Do you know the wind?” And with that gloomy koan, he left me.