Meredith is a hot mess’s Reviews > At the Court of the Crow > Status Update

It was a white morning of stinging ice. The indigo cloud had enveloped all the east - it seemed in pursuit of the sun, but as yet no hail had come down.

Just beyond the terrace I trod on a bit of star. It crunched unnervingly underfoot and spat off a tiny spray of sparks.

So my plan is I'm going to buy a second copy of this, and after Internet Archive wins the lawsuit they're in I'll donate it to IA so anyone can read an ecopy of this

People dying is a legit reason to not have your shit together, but uhhh, I know it's not that difficult to upload manuscripts to Amazon. If the author can get (& format!) the paperback they can upload the manuscript to Amazon. I don't understand why they haven't pulled through and gotten this done by now

I'm lowkey irritated not only with myself (I know it's really my fault),but I'm also blaming the publisher for shampoo being on my book😂 b/c if there was an ecopy I never would have brought it & the publisher promised there would be an ebook & it's been over a year since this released & it's still not available & I also simultaneously feel like an asshole since I know one of the founding publishers died

On a spur of the moment mini vacay, I threw this book in my bag last minute, womp it's now covered in shampoo with pages bent 😭 I haven't had shampoo leak in a travel bag in years, it would happen the one time I put a Tanith Lee book in with it. Fuck travelling light with everything in one bag. and there seriously needs to be an ebook copy of this book

I raised my eyes and looked straight into his and straight through them and out the other side.

Wild still kept a vague interest in me. I was the stranger in the nest after all. I was the unusual girl who did not scaredly try to pacify, or enamouredly try to flatter him: a mystery to be solved.

They were a good looking family, Wild a long-haired tawny sixteen, Thalvia nineteen, dark-haired and high-coloured, Mhary a nice, dead blonde.💀

Pieces of the fallen stars lay like broken glass along the porch steps, and over the grey lawn