“Yes,” I say instead, because she is trying to be kind. It would be hard to forget it, with all the reminders I am given. A terrifying honor, of which I will never be worthy. I know it’s an honor to be raised alongside the Gentry’s own children. The servants are overfond of telling me how fortunate I am, a bastard daughter of a faithless wife, a human without a drop of faerie blood, to be treated like a trueborn child of Faerie. “It’s an honor to dance with the High King’s Court under the hill.” She’s never had much patience with my peevishness. Try to bring glory to the general’s household tonight by appearing as comely as we can make you.” “And no matter how eager you are for it, you cannot make the moon set nor rise any faster. She wiped my wet nose and reminded me to wear my stockings inside out, so I’d never be led astray in the forest.
It was Tatterfell who smeared stinging faerie ointment over my eyes to give me True Sight so that I could see through most glamours, who brushed the mud from my boots, and who strung dried rowan berries for me to wear around my neck so I might resist enchantments. Her name is Tatterfell, and she’s a servant in Madoc’s household, stuck here until she works off her debt to him. “The tournament is still four nights away,” the creature says. Her black eyes meet mine in the claw-footed mirror on my dressing table. The imp’s fingers are long, her nails sharp. I sit on a cushion as an imp braids my hair back from my face. But as civil war threatens to drown the Courts of Faerie in violence, Jude will need to risk her life in a dangerous alliance to save her sisters, and Faerie itself.įrom #1 New York Times bestselling author Holly Black comes the stunning The Folk of the Air trilogy filled with twists and enchantment, as one girl learns the meaning of true power when she finds herself caught in a web of royal faerie intrigue. In doing so, she becomes embroiled in palace intrigues and deceptions, discovering her own capacity for bloodshed. To win a place at the Court, she must defy him–and face the consequences. Especially Prince Cardan, the youngest and wickedest son of the High King. Ten years later, Jude wants nothing more than to belong there, despite her mortality.
Jude was seven years old when her parents were murdered and she and her two sisters were stolen away to live in the treacherous High Court of Faerie.
I hate him so much that sometimes when I look at him, I can hardly breathe. They will live forever.Īnd Cardan is even more beautiful than the rest. They’re beautiful as blades forged in some divine fire.
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