'Tulliæn spans a fractured mountaintop, where the locals lie and the tourists come to die. Try the honey.'
Source: Publisher's blurb.
'Briskwater crouches deep in the shadow of a dam wall. Ignore the weight of the water hanging overhead, and the little dead girl wandering the streets. Off with you, while you still can.'
Source: Publisher's blurb.
'In Haverny Wood the birds drink blood, the dogs trade their coughings for corpses, the lost children carve up their bodies to run with crows, and the townsfolk stitch silence into their spleens. You mustn’t talk so wild.'
Source: Publisher's blurb.
