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Rachel Gillig

One Dark Window

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For fans of Uprooted and For the Wolf comes a dark, lushly gothic fantasy about a maiden who must unleash the monster within to save her kingdom—but the monster in her head isn't the only threat lurking.
Elspeth needs a monster. The monster might be her.
Elspeth Spindle needs more than luck to stay safe in the eerie, mist-locked kingdom she calls home—she needs a monster. She calls him the Nightmare, an ancient, mercurial spirit trapped in her head. He protects her. He keeps her secrets.
But nothing comes for free, especially magic.
When Elspeth meets a mysterious highwayman on the forest road, her life takes a drastic turn. Thrust into a world of shadow and deception, she joins a dangerous quest to cure the kingdom of the dark magic infecting it. Except the highwayman just so happens to be the King’s own nephew, Captain of the Destriers…and guilty of high treason.
He and Elspeth have until…
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Citater

  • b7919436145har citeretsidste måned
    The air around me thinned. I blinked, trying to stave off the darkness, like a child fighting sleep. Promise me you’ll help Ravyn. Promise me you’ll save Emory.

    It’s time, dear one, he purred, lulling me to rest.

    Promise!

    He sighed. I promise to help the Yews in all their endeavors.

    I closed my eyes, a final whisper escaping my lips. The story—our story. The Nightmare’s and mine. “There once was a girl,” I said, “clever and good, who tarried in shadow in the depths of the wood. There also was a King—a shepherd by his crook, who reigned over magic and wrote the old book. The two were together, so the two were the same…”

    The last thing I heard before I was buried in darkness was the Nightmare’s silky laugh, wicked and absolute. The girl, the King… and the monster they became.
  • b7919436145har citeretsidste måned
    The Spirit has no forgiveness, no pardon to lend. She calls out our names, neither kin, foe, nor friend. She watches the mist like a shepherd its sheep…

    And pays those she snares with the great, final sleep.
  • b7919436145har citeretsidste måned
    To be wary is to be keen—

    Keen of those who may use magic for wrong.

    To be clever is to be wise—

    Wise not to use the Cards too often.

    To be good is to be reverent—

    Reverent of balance—of the salt in the air—of the Spirit of the Wood.

    Be wary. Be clever. Be good.

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