Laura Pfeiffer

“The snow had ceased, and the sky was a soft eggshell colour, the mountains dreaming under their woollen blankets. There was a loveliness in the forest’s absence of colour, its haunted dark framed by grey-white boughs, as if the snowfall had winnowed it down to the essence of what a forest is.”
― Heather Fawcett, Emily Wilde's Encyclopaedia of Faeries