Library Thing. I requested it because it said something about fairy tales, and because the cover looked mysterious and interesting. Because, these days, you do judge a book by its cover. They're designed that way.
The night of the solstice,
the hinge of the year when things do not fit together as well as they should.
This is a beautiful, beautiful line. I’d noted it down without helpful accompanying information like book or author, and spent a while thinking it might have been Neil Gaiman.
But those eyes are all you will be able to glimpse of the forest assassins as they cluster invisibly around your smell of meat as you go the woods unwisely late.
I’m staying home.