you are a wolf. and you cannot be caged

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It’s here, and it’s lovely, and there’s a small Silas imprinted on the cover.

- An Enchantment of Ravens, Margaret Rogerson

I don't see my opinion changing any time soon, it's just so gripping, I can't stop reading it >.<

       “But isn’t absurdity part of being human? We aren’t ageless creatures who watch centuries pass from afar. Our worlds are small, our lives are short, and we can only bleed a little before we fall.”

“You are empty,” I said, my throat working, “and cruel.” “Ah. Yes, now that is true. Would you like to know the greatest secret of fairykind?” When I didn’t answer he continued, “We prefer to pretend otherwise, but truly, we have never been the immortal ones. We may live long enough to see the world change, but we’re never the ones who changed it. When we finally reach the end, we are unloved and alone, and leave nothing behind, not even our name chiseled on a stone slab. And yet—mortals, through their works, their Craft, are remembered forever.” He turned us gracefully through the crowd without missing a step. “Oh, you cannot imagine the power your kind holds over us. How very much we envy you. There is more life in your littlest fingernail than in everyone in my court combined.”

One raven for uncertain peril. Six for danger sure to arrive. A dozen for death, if not avoided. The enchantment is sealed.

an enchantment of ravens by margaret rogerson

Isobel from An Enchantment of Ravens, Elisabeth from Sorcery of Thorns, and Artemisia from Vespertine

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I quite like eggs,” I replied firmly, well aware that the enchantments he described would all turn strange and sour, even deadly, in the end. Besides, what on earth would I do with men’s hearts? I couldn’t make an omelette out of them.

An Enchantment of Ravens by Margaret Rogerson

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starting this book on an evening that I stayed home instead of going to the party I was invited to twice, the irony is unmatched

Vespertine! Vespertine!