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

by Heather Fawcett

But faerie remains, mummified or not, have been known to slip away as the fancy takes them, and I can only assume that feet are particularly inclined to such wanderlust.

Shouldn’t a birthday be an enjoyable affair?” “I believe mortals wish to blot out the reminder of their inexorably approaching demise.

“Did you enchant my pencil?” I demanded. “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.”

“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.”

Before me lay a world of dangers, of sharp edges and deep shadow, and for all my knowledge, I was a mortal woman without an ounce of magic to guide me.

even though I was reasonably certain my hunch was correct, “reasonably certain” is not an ideal scenario where potential faerie monsters are concerned.

in order to be surprised, I could not have known already that you are capable of anything.

“Not all of us wish to go charging off to the library to terrorize the librarians and scribble out three papers or more immediately after a traumatic experience.”