A skilled painter must stand up to the ancient power of the faerie courts—even as she falls in love with a faerie prince—in this gorgeous debut novel.
Isobel is a prodigy portrait artist with a dangerous set of clients: the sinister fair folk, immortal creatures who cannot bake bread, weave cloth, or put a pen to paper without crumbling to dust. They crave human Craft with a terrible thirst, and Isobel’s paintings are highly prized. But when she receives her first royal patron—Rook, the autumn prince—she makes a terrible mistake. She paints mortal sorrow in his eyes—a weakness that could cost him his life.
Furious and devastated, Rook spirits her away to the autumnlands to stand trial for her crime. Waylaid by the Wild Hunt’s ghostly hounds, the tainted influence of the Alder King, and hideous monsters risen from barrow mounds, Isobel and Rook depend on one another for survival. Their alliance blossoms into trust, then love—and that love violates the fair folks’ ruthless laws. Now both of their lives are forfeit, unless Isobel can use her skill as an artist to fight the fairy courts. Because secretly, her Craft represents a threat the fair folk have never faced in all the millennia of their unchanging lives: for the first time, her portraits have the power to make them feel.
Hello! Today I have my review of An Enchantment of Ravens, by Margaret Rogerson!
Let me know if you’ve read the book, or have it on your TBR.
My initial thoughts on An Enchantment of Ravens were that everyone seemed to love this book. I was doubtful that I would actually end up enjoying the story. Actually, I never intended to buy An Enchantment of Ravens. But then I was at Chapters and I ended up buying it. Honestly, I don’t even remember buying my copy of An Enchantment of Ravens. Seriously. All I remember is that it was in my hands, and then it was on my shelves. I know for sure that I bought it though. I remember seeing the receipt and such. I’m glad and very happy that I enjoyed the story though!
I had heard of An Enchantment of Ravens all over my Instagram feed. And then without meaning to, I bought my own copy. Seriously. That’s what happened. I can’t even remember when I purchased my copy. Continue reading