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380 pages, Paperback
First published July 3, 2018
“Perhaps you know some women, faerie, but you do not know me.”
Being alone was safe. No one was going to stab you in her back, throw her to the wolves, tear her limb from limb when they finally left the changeling girl whose family hadn’t wanted her.
Family wasn’t flesh and blood; it was the people who set her soul at ease and filled her lungs with air.
“Bollocks.”
“Mine are fine, thanks for asking.” He arched a brow. “How are yours?"
“You were made to wear black velvet with spiderwebs in your hair, while onyx stones dance upon your fingers. You are a midnight woman, made from ashes of witches burned, wielded magic born from their screams.”


