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Swifter than Starlight: A Wilder than Midnight Story (Volume 2) Swifter than Starlight: A Wilder than Midnight Story by Cerrie Burnell
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“Lark nodded, and suddenly Clover's entire universe shifted, tilting her into a new reality. One where she knew for sure that her sister lived. One where wolves were merciful. One where bandits were saviours and queens.”
Cerrie Burnell, Swifter than Starlight: A Wilder than Midnight Story
“Somewhere in there was the bandit Wild Rose. Somewhere in there was a camp of spirited folk and singing wolves. Somewhere in there was her sister.
And Clover would stop at nothing to find her.”
Cerrie Burnell, Swifter than Starlight: A Wilder than Midnight Story
“Nobody in Goldbrooke thought Lilac was missing any more. They all believed her dead, but Clover refused to accept it. So she turned away from her father's deepening sorrow, and her stepmother's cruel insistence, and made her own plans.
Those plans began with the troubadour.”
Cerrie Burnell, Swifter than Starlight: A Wilder than Midnight Story
“Had you glimpsed her riding through the forest, you might have wondered why such a young child was out at this late hour. Then you'd have taken in the quickness of her hands and lightness of her feet, how smoothly she guided the horse, the focus in the gleam of her eye, and you would have clung to your jewels and feared for your life.”
Cerrie Burnell, Swifter than Starlight: A Wilder than Midnight Story
“The woman was made of grace and something deeply savage.”
Cerrie Burnell, Swifter than Starlight: A Wilder than Midnight Story
“So the Silver Queen bides her time, mixing up poisons, sharpening her daggers, ready to cut out Wild Rose's heart. Quietly she waits for a night when the moon is a faint silver crescent, and the woods are thick with snow.
Then she will have her revenge.”
Cerrie Burnell, Swifter than Starlight: A Wilder than Midnight Story
“The stories began - as they often do - with gossip and whispers. Some said Lilac was eaten by a wolf. Some swore she was stolen by Wild Rose. Others believed she was taken by the winter. But no one really knew the truth.”
Cerrie Burnell, Swifter than Starlight: A Wilder than Midnight Story