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Will dark magic claim their home?
Miryem is the daughter and granddaughter of moneylenders, but her father’s too kind-hearted to collect his debts. They face poverty, until Miryem hardens her own heart and takes up his work in their village. Her success creates rumours she can turn silver into gold, which attract the fairy king of winter himself. He sets her an impossible challenge – and if she fails, she’ll die. Yet if she triumphs, it may mean a fate worse than death. And in her desperate efforts to succeed, Miryem unwittingly spins a web which draws in the unhappy daughter of a lord.
Irina’s father schemes to wed her to the tsar – he will pay any price to achieve this goal. However, the dashing tsar is not what he seems. And the secret he hides threatens to consume the lands of mortals and winter alike. Torn between deadly choices, Miryem and Irina embark on a quest that will take them to the limits of sacrifice, power and love.
As with her standalone novel Uprooted, Naomi Novik has once again been influenced by classic folktales. Taking Rumpelstiltskin as her starting point, she's woven a rich, multilayered new story which is a joy to read.
482 pages, Kindle Edition
First published July 10, 2018
“But I had not known that I was strong enough to do any of those things until they were over and I had done them. I had to do the work first, not knowing.”
“But the world I wanted wasn't the world I lived in, and if I would do nothing until I could repair every terrible thing at once, I would do nothing forever.”
“A robber who steals a knife and cuts himself cannot cry out against the woman who kept it sharp.”
“But it was all the same choice, every time. The choice between the one death and all the little ones.”
“There are men who are wolves inside, and want to eat up other people to fill their bellies. That it what was in your house with you, all your life. But here you are with your brothers, and you are not eaten up, and there is not a wolf inside you. You have fed each other, and you kept the wolf away. That is all we can do for each other in the world, to keep the wolf away.”

“If I live a thousand years, I’ll never write a book as good as Spinning Silver by Naomi Novik."—Patrick Rothfuss

“Bring me the winter king, and I will make you a summer queen.”
“The real story isn’t half as pretty as the one you’ve heard.”
“That part of the old story turned out to be true: you have to be cruel to be a good moneylender. But I was ready to be as merciless.”
“A robber who steals a knife and cuts himself cannot cry out against the woman who kept it sharp.”
“...someone had climbed down and looked through our window: someone wearing strange boots with a long pointed toe.”
“Because that’s what the story’s really about: getting out of paying your debts.”
Because that's what the story is really about: getting out of paying your debts.
Blue shadows stretched out over the snow, cast by a pale thin light shining somewhere behind me, and as my breath rose in quick clouds around my face, the snow crunched: some large creature, picking its way toward the sleigh.
“Thrice, mortal maiden,” in a rhyme almost like a song, “Thrice you shall turn silver to gold for me, or be changed to ice yourself.”
She was safe for another moment, one more moment, and all of life was only moments, after all.














I wasn’t sorry they didn’t like me, I wasn’t sorry I had been hard to them. I was glad, fiercely glad.
They would have devoured my family and picked their teeth with the bones, and never been sorry at all. Better to be turned to ice by the Staryk, who didn’t pretend to be a neighbor.
“My people will go into the flame with their names locked fast in their hearts; you will not have that of them, nor me.”
But it was the same choice, every time. The choice between the one death and all the little ones.
“A power claimed and challenged and thrice carried out is true; the proving makes it so.”
Because that’s what the story’s really about: getting out of paying your debts.
But the world I wanted wasn't the world I lived in, and if I would do nothing until I could repair every terrible thing at once, I would do nothing forever.
But it was all the same choice, every time. The choice between the one death and all the little ones.
