An inventive and richly visual novel about young lovers on a quest to find a cure for a magical ailment, perfect for readers of Alice Hoffman Strange things are happening on the remote and snowbound archipelago of St. Hauda’s Land. Unusual winged creatures flit around the icy bogland, albino... read more
“"It baffles me that a simple alignment of eyes can cause so much devastation"”
“There is an astrology of eyes at work in the world. Looks can align like planets..."”
“"But light was magic, making the dull earth vivid"”
“"As if you could terminate love abruptly because the one you loved signed papers with someone else in a church"”
“Something Midas Crook once wrote a paper concerning, something he had discussed in his cluttered office with Carl, was the wearing of time on a person. He had written the image of a person's life like a day's clothing. Beginning with the pulling on of layers on a cold morning, then adjusted to dress and leave the house for work. The change back to casual clothes in the evening, the final stripping away as night came. Crook said each garment was one of many characters a person held in their lifetime. Carl had argued that the parable worked better if the clothes were those worn across a year, because personalities were not accrued and covered up throughout life, but shed and changed, bought and sold, many times over.”
personalities were not accrued and covered up throughout life, but shed and changed, bought and sold, many times over.Highlighted by 4 Kindle customers
It baffles me that a simple alignment of eyes can cause so much devastation.Highlighted by 4 Kindle customers
“Would you believe,” he had said (and back then she had not), “there are glass bodies here, hidden in the bog water?”Highlighted by 3 Kindle customers
photography wasn’t a job, a hobby or an obsession, it was simply as fundamental to his interpretation of the world as the effect of light diving in his ret i nas.Highlighted by 3 Kindle customers
Memories were just photos printed on synapses.Highlighted by 3 Kindle customers
The bouquet was to be delivered to Midas’s mother.Highlighted by 3 Kindle customers
Back when he unearthed it from Midas Crook’s grave, the stench had made bile leap into his throat. Now Midas Crook’s glass heart shone multifaceted like a giant diamond.Highlighted by 3 Kindle customers
There was something conspiratorial about flowers. He often sensed, when he was alone in a room of them, their petals whispering on a frequency beneath human hearing.Highlighted by 3 Kindle customers
She had felt a collision with him and known that she had wanted this her whole life: to crash for just one moment into another person at such a velocity as to fuse with him.Highlighted by 3 Kindle customers
Chapters 1 - 41
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