How the King of Elfhame Learned to Hate Stories (The Folk of the Air, #3.5)

by Holly Black

And if, as he had floated in the cold darkness, his thoughts turned to the curve of an ear, the weight of a step, a blow that was checked before it could land, that didn’t matter. It meant nothing, and he should forget it.

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