When she pulled away, her eyes shone with delight. Helvig cupped Gerda's face and kissed her like an oath, the sensation spreading through her body with the slow surety of spring thaw. The Robber King glanced over at the girls, heads close in lover’s talk, and averted his eyes politely. January clapped her hands at the arrival of the crow, trying to shape the word for "bird" with her hooting lips. Her crow alighted on her shoulder with a squawk, and she nuzzled its feathery head with her cheek. Helvig looked up to find a familiar black blur winging towards them from the trees, bands of gold glinting on its feet. "If you haven’t learned by now that I welcome danger as an old friend, you haven’t learned very much about me." "It could be dangerous for the three of us out on the road together." Contains mature themes.Helvig's heart burned in her chest, and she felt drunk with possibility. As Christmastide gives way to the thin-veiled days when ghosts are at their most vengeful, the two women will find themselves on a journey to a final confrontation that will either redeem them or destroy them entirely.
Anyone else would be smart enough not to believe a children's story, but Helvig is plagued by enchantments of her own, and struggles to guard the sins of her past while growing closer to the other woman.
Drawn irresistibly into the other woman's web, Helvig soon learns of Gerda's reason for walking the icy border roads alone: to find the Queen who lives at the top of the world and kill her. When her men ambush a strange girl on the road with hair pale as death and a crow perched on her shoulder, Helvig cannot resist bringing home a truly unique prize: a genuine witch. In a Sweden wracked by war and haunted by folk stories so dark they can only be spoken of in whispers, Helvig has been raised by her brigand father to steal whatever treasure catches her eye.
0 kommentar(er)
