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A History of Ghosts, Spirits and the Supernatural (Esoteric Histories)
by (shelved 1 time as sluagh)
avg rating 4.06 — 172 ratings — published 2024
Trials of Dusk and Dreams (Fae Devils, #2)
by (shelved 1 time as sluagh)
avg rating 4.39 — 2,148 ratings — published
Castle of Nevers and Nightmares (Fae Devils, #1)
by (shelved 1 time as sluagh)
avg rating 4.28 — 3,485 ratings — published 2024
The Wild Hunt (Paperback)
by (shelved 1 time as sluagh)
avg rating 3.73 — 2,669 ratings — published 2022
Bones and Heart (Night and Nothing, #0.5)
by (shelved 1 time as sluagh)
avg rating 4.01 — 90 ratings — published 2015
A Kiss of Shadows (Merry Gentry, #1)
by (shelved 1 time as sluagh)
avg rating 4.02 — 60,984 ratings — published 2000
The Fallen Kingdom (The Falconer, #3)
by (shelved 1 time as sluagh)
avg rating 4.25 — 6,753 ratings — published 2017
Domnall and the Borrowed Child (Paperback)
by (shelved 1 time as sluagh)
avg rating 3.22 — 184 ratings — published 2015
Nettle King (Night and Nothing, #3)
by (shelved 1 time as sluagh)
avg rating 4.03 — 347 ratings — published 2016
Lily Rose's Journal (Night and Nothing)
by (shelved 1 time as sluagh)
avg rating 4.25 — 8 ratings — published
Briar Queen (Night and Nothing, #2)
by (shelved 1 time as sluagh)
avg rating 3.97 — 532 ratings — published 2015
The Vanishing Throne (The Falconer, #2)
by (shelved 1 time as sluagh)
avg rating 4.12 — 8,668 ratings — published 2015
Thorn Jack (Night and Nothing, #1)
by (shelved 1 time as sluagh)
avg rating 3.63 — 1,506 ratings — published 2014
The Falconer (The Falconer, #1)
by (shelved 1 time as sluagh)
avg rating 3.77 — 20,991 ratings — published 2013
“The wise old hag told them to gather up snow and form it into the shape of a daughter.
'They did this. The girl they made was delicate in form, with eyes of snow, and lips of frozen rose petals, and the sharply pointed ears of their people. When they finished sculpting her, they smiled at each other, captivated by her beauty.'
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'When my breath blew across the girl, the spark of life lit within her, and they could see her eyelashes twitch, her tresses shiver. The child began to move. Her little limbs were slender and nearly as pale a blue as the reflection of the sky on the snow she'd been made from. Her hair, a deeper blue, like the flowers that grew nearby. Her eyes, that of the lichen that clung to rocks. Her lips, the red of that fresh-spilled blood.”
― The Stolen Heir
'They did this. The girl they made was delicate in form, with eyes of snow, and lips of frozen rose petals, and the sharply pointed ears of their people. When they finished sculpting her, they smiled at each other, captivated by her beauty.'
...
'When my breath blew across the girl, the spark of life lit within her, and they could see her eyelashes twitch, her tresses shiver. The child began to move. Her little limbs were slender and nearly as pale a blue as the reflection of the sky on the snow she'd been made from. Her hair, a deeper blue, like the flowers that grew nearby. Her eyes, that of the lichen that clung to rocks. Her lips, the red of that fresh-spilled blood.”
― The Stolen Heir
“I don't want to be a creature, shaped by their hands and quickened with their blood. Something made like a doll, from snow and sticks. An assemblage of parts, stranger even than the sluagh.”
― The Stolen Heir
― The Stolen Heir
