A mortal had woven it, a man who, having caught sight of the Seelie queen, had spent the remainder of his short life weaving depictions of her. He had died of starvation, raw, red fingers staining the final tapestry.
Holly BlackLike a stage magician, the con artist misdirects suspicion. While everyoneโs watching for him to pull a rabbit out of a hat, heโs actually sawing a girl in half. You think heโs doing one trick when heโs actually doing another. You think that Iโm dying, but Iโm laughing at you.
Holly BlackI would remain nearer you for what time there is." "Gone in one faerie sigh," she quoted. Leather-clad fingers brushed over her short hair, rested on her cheek. "I can hold my breath.
Holly Black