In the tales of World Fantasy Award-winning author Patricia McKillip, nothing is ever as it seems. A mirror is never just a mirror; a forest is never just a forest. Here, it is a place where a witch can hide in her house of bones and a prince can bargain with his heart...where good and evil entwine and wear each others' faces... and where a bird with feathers of fire can quench the fiercest longing...

It never ceases to surprise me the beauty of McKillip's writing: her words read almost like poetry, with such a prodigious use of metaphors and comparisons and awe-inspiring sentences that makes the readers loose themselves into the world she crafts; she describes it with such talent, to the point we can hear the wind rustling the leaves of a tree.

Seldom have I read another author with such an amazing gift for the written language... she really does make her stories read like poetry... or like a dream you strayed into much like the prince in this story strays into the Forests of Serre.

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Mailed today to the Book-o-holics Miss July, MissyZ.

oooohhh... Patricia McKillip... *drools*
Thanks Xeyra!