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400 pages, Hardcover
First published February 4, 2025
“I wished that there could be a different future for me in Pixie Hollow,� Milori had told her.
The thought of him� of a wish she carried safe within her� stirred something in her. Starlight kindled in the cold hollow of her chest, swirling through her like the comforting warmth of a fire in Autumn. Perhaps she could make that dream a reality for them both. Perhaps a good queen *was* like the star from which she was born. Not one cold and distant� but one that carried her subjects� hopes forward.
When she allowed herself to dream, she thought of Pixie Hollow, united and safe. She thought of the warmth of Winter, where respect did not mean distance. She thought of Milori. Those moments of freedom and happiness had felt something like power. What would it be like if she got out of her own way? If she trusted her instincts? If she did what felt right, not what she had been taught? Conviction felt like sunlight, illuminating her from within. Maybe her heart had never really steered her wrong.
he held a notebook, filled to bursting with his haphazard scrawl. He’d told her it was a checklist, but Clarion could not in good conscience call such disorder a checklist. Items had been scribbled out and tacked on with reckless abandon. His mind worked in leaps she could not follow.Not only is this is so amusing, it tells you so much about the Lord of Autumn, Rowan (honestly wish there had been more of him!). He is quirky and chaotic though tries to be orderly.
The gulf between them had felt nigh impossible to bridge for weeks, but now, this shared pain bound them together.There have been both literal and emotional bridges involved in this book. There is not only a gulf between the Queen and Clarion (in the sense that they are divided by their beliefs in what is best for the kingdom) but a gulf between the Warm Seasons and the Winter Woods too (the cultures have been divided and separated for years). Both have been bridged.
“When things seem impossibly dark, bulb flowers are sparks of hope. It takes time for things to bloom. You just have to be patient and nurturing.� After a considering pause, she jabbed a finger at Clarion. �So be nice to yourself. You’ll grow into it, I promise.�