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An Enchantment of Ravens Hardcover – Sept. 26 2017
by
Margaret Rogerson
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An instant New York Times bestseller!
An Indie Next Top 10 Pick
A Parents’ Choice Silver Honor Winner
“A funny, action-packed, and sweet romance.” —School Library Journal (starred review)
“A phenomenal read.” —RT Book Reviews
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 bestseller that’s “an ideal pick for fans of Holly Black, Maggie Stiefvater, and Laini Taylor” (Publishers Weekly, starred review).
Isobel is an artistic prodigy with a dangerous set of clients: the sinister fair folk, immortal creatures who cannot bake bread 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, Rook spirits her away to his kingdom to stand trial for her crime. But something is seriously wrong in his world, and they are attacked from every side. With Isobel and Rook depending on each other 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.
An Indie Next Top 10 Pick
A Parents’ Choice Silver Honor Winner
“A funny, action-packed, and sweet romance.” —School Library Journal (starred review)
“A phenomenal read.” —RT Book Reviews
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 bestseller that’s “an ideal pick for fans of Holly Black, Maggie Stiefvater, and Laini Taylor” (Publishers Weekly, starred review).
Isobel is an artistic prodigy with a dangerous set of clients: the sinister fair folk, immortal creatures who cannot bake bread 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, Rook spirits her away to his kingdom to stand trial for her crime. But something is seriously wrong in his world, and they are attacked from every side. With Isobel and Rook depending on each other 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.
- Print length304 pages
- LanguageEnglish
- PublisherMargaret K. McElderry Books
- Publication dateSept. 26 2017
- Reading age14 years and up
- Dimensions15.24 x 2.54 x 22.86 cm
- ISBN-101481497588
- ISBN-13978-1481497589
- Lexile measure850L
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From the New York Times bestselling author of An Enchantment of Ravens comes an “enthralling adventure” (Kirkus Reviews, starred review) about an apprentice at a magical library who must battle a powerful sorcerer to save her kingdom. | From the New York Times bestselling author of Sorcery of Thorns and An Enchantment of Ravens comes a thrilling new YA fantasy about a teen girl with mythic abilities who must defend her world against restless spirits of the dead. |
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* "Rogerson ably builds this fantasy world through canny details and contemporary dialogue, allowing for an enjoyable read by fantasy and non-fantasy readers alike. She also craftily depicts the power imbalance between Isobel and Rook, offering a refreshing dynamic in which Isobel often comes out on top. VERDICT A funny, action-packed, and sweet romance sure to appeal to fans of Holly Black, Diana Wynne Jones, and Sarah J. Maas." ― School Library Journal, starred review
* "Rogerson turns forbidden love into fresh adventure with danger, chases, a glorious ball, and unexpected narrative turns. Readers will delight in her interpretation of classic fairy themes and lore, and in the humor laced into the story...An ideal pick for fans of Holly Black, Maggie Stiefvater, and Laini Taylor." ― Publishers Weekly, starred review
"An Enchantment of Ravens offers a beautifully built world and swiftly paced adventure with exactly the right amount of danger, heroics and romance." ― Shelf Awareness
"Rogerson’s deft way with words and world building lifts tension and interest to a high point. An excellent choice for fans of Holly Black and Neil Gaiman." ― Booklist online exclusive
"Rogerson draws on fairy lore while changing myriad details to suit her story, and in Isobel she provides a strong, confident heroine who may lose her heart but never her head. No glamour is needed to make readers fall for this one." ― Kirkus Reviews
"This fabulous, flowing read will engage readers quickly and many will not be able to put it down. The forbidden, romantic tension, fast-paced action sequences, and engaging narrative…will make this book a first choice." ― VOYA
"The setting is deftly conveyed through dialogue and character interactions, thus avoiding any heavy exposition, and Rogerson keeps a nice balance between the development of Isobel and Rook’s relationship and the action of the plot. The book’s final clash between faerie and mortal is thrilling, but the motivations of the major villain have a touching resonance with Isobel and Rook’s inescapable reality as mortal and immortal lovers. Fans of May’s The Falconer (BCCB 6/14) will happily flock to this tale" ― BCCB
* "Rogerson turns forbidden love into fresh adventure with danger, chases, a glorious ball, and unexpected narrative turns. Readers will delight in her interpretation of classic fairy themes and lore, and in the humor laced into the story...An ideal pick for fans of Holly Black, Maggie Stiefvater, and Laini Taylor." ― Publishers Weekly, starred review
"An Enchantment of Ravens offers a beautifully built world and swiftly paced adventure with exactly the right amount of danger, heroics and romance." ― Shelf Awareness
"Rogerson’s deft way with words and world building lifts tension and interest to a high point. An excellent choice for fans of Holly Black and Neil Gaiman." ― Booklist online exclusive
"Rogerson draws on fairy lore while changing myriad details to suit her story, and in Isobel she provides a strong, confident heroine who may lose her heart but never her head. No glamour is needed to make readers fall for this one." ― Kirkus Reviews
"This fabulous, flowing read will engage readers quickly and many will not be able to put it down. The forbidden, romantic tension, fast-paced action sequences, and engaging narrative…will make this book a first choice." ― VOYA
"The setting is deftly conveyed through dialogue and character interactions, thus avoiding any heavy exposition, and Rogerson keeps a nice balance between the development of Isobel and Rook’s relationship and the action of the plot. The book’s final clash between faerie and mortal is thrilling, but the motivations of the major villain have a touching resonance with Isobel and Rook’s inescapable reality as mortal and immortal lovers. Fans of May’s The Falconer (BCCB 6/14) will happily flock to this tale" ― BCCB
About the Author
Margaret Rogerson is the author of the New York Times bestsellers An Enchantment of Ravens, Sorcery of Thorns, and Vespertine. She has a bachelor’s degree in cultural anthropology from Miami University. When not reading or writing she enjoys sketching, gaming, making pudding, and watching more documentaries than is socially acceptable (according to some). She lives near Cincinnati, Ohio, beside a garden full of hummingbirds and roses. Visit her at MargaretRogerson.com.
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Chapter One One
MY PARLOR smelled of linseed oil and spike lavender, and a dab of lead tin yellow glistened on my canvas. I had nearly perfected the color of Gadfly’s silk jacket.
The trick with Gadfly was persuading him to wear the same clothes for every session. Oil paint needs days to dry between layers, and he had trouble understanding I couldn’t just swap his entire outfit for another he liked better. He was astonishingly vain even by fair folk standards, which is like saying a pond is unusually wet, or a bear surprisingly hairy. All in all, it was a disarming quality for a creature who could murder me without rescheduling his tea.
“I might have some silver embroidery done about the wrists,” he said. “What do you think? You could add that, couldn’t you?”
“Of course.”
“And if I chose a different cravat…”
Inwardly, I rolled my eyes. Outwardly, my face ached with the polite smile I’d maintained for the past two and a half hours. Rudeness was not an affordable mistake. “I could alter your cravat, as long as it’s more or less the same size, but I’d need another session to finish it.”
“You truly are a wonder. Much better than the previous portrait artist—that fellow we had the other day. What was his name? Sebastian Manywarts? Oh, I didn’t like him, he always smelled a bit strange.”
It took me a moment to realize Gadfly was referring to Silas Merryweather, a master of the Craft who died over three hundred years ago. “Thank you,” I said. “What a thoughtful compliment.”
“How engaging it is to see the Craft change over time.” Barely listening, he selected one of the cakes from the tray beside the settee. He didn’t eat it immediately, but rather sat staring at it, as an entomologist might having discovered a beetle with its head on backward. “One thinks one has seen the best humans have to offer, and suddenly there’s a new method of glazing china, or these fantastic little cakes with lemon curd inside.”
By now I was used to fair folk mannerisms. I didn’t look away from his left sleeve, and kept dabbing on the silk’s glossy yellow shine. However, I remembered a time in which the fair folk’s behavior had unsettled me. They moved differently than humans: smoothly, precisely, with a peculiar stiffness to their posture, and never put so much as a finger out of place. They could remain still for hours without blinking, or they could move with such fearsome swiftness as to be upon you before you could even gasp in surprise.
I sat back, brush in hand, and took in the portrait in its entirety. It was nearly finished. There lay Gadfly’s petrified likeness, as unchanging as he was. Why the fair folk so desired portraits was beyond me. I supposed it had something to do with vanity, and their insatiable thirst to surround themselves with human Craft. They would never reflect on their youth, because they knew nothing else, and by the time they died, if they even did, their portraits would be long rotted away to nothing.
Gadfly appeared to be a man in his middle thirties. Like every example of his kind he was tall, slim, and beautiful. His eyes were the clear crystal blue of the sky after rain has washed away the summer heat, his complexion as pale and flawless as porcelain, and his hair the radiant silver-gold of dew illuminated by a sunrise. I know it sounds ridiculous, but fair folk require such comparisons. There’s simply no other way to describe them. Once, a Whimsical poet died of despair after finding himself unequal to the task of capturing a fair one’s beauty in simile. I think it more likely he died of arsenic poisoning, but so the story goes.
You must keep in mind, of course, that all of this is only a glamour, not what they really look like underneath.
Fair folk are talented dissemblers, but they can’t lie outright. Their glamour always has a flaw. Gadfly’s flaw was his fingers; they were far too long to be human and sometimes appeared oddly jointed. If someone looked at his hands too long he would lace them together or scurry them under a napkin like a pair of spiders to put them out of sight. He was the most personable fair one I knew, far more relaxed about manners than the rest of them, but staring was never a good idea—unless, like me, you had a good reason to.
Finally, Gadfly ate the cake. I didn’t see him chew before he swallowed.
“We’re just about finished for the day,” I told him. I wiped my brush on a rag, then dropped it into the jar of linseed oil beside my easel. “Would you like to take a look?”
“Need you even ask? Isobel, you know I’d never pass up the opportunity to admire your Craft.”
Before I knew it Gadfly stood leaning over my shoulder. He kept a courteous space between us, but his inhuman scent enveloped me: a ferny green fragrance of spring leaves, the sweet perfume of wildflowers. Beneath that, something wild—something that had roamed the forest for millennia, and had long spidery fingers that could crush a human’s throat while its owner wore a cordial smile.
My heart skipped a beat. I am safe in this house, I reminded myself.
“I believe I do like this cravat best after all,” he said. “Exquisite work, as always. Now, what am I paying you, again?”
I stole a glance at his elegant profile. A strand of hair had slipped from the blue ribbon at the nape of his neck as if by accident. I wondered why he’d arranged it that way. “We agreed on an enchantment for our hens,” I reminded him. “Each of them will lay six good eggs per week for the rest of their lives, and they must not die early for any reason.”
“So practical.” He sighed at the tragedy. “You are the most admired Crafter of this age. Imagine all the things I could give you! I could make pearls drop from your eyes in place of tears. I could lend you a smile that enslaves men’s hearts, or a dress that once beheld is never forgotten. And yet you request eggs.”
“I quite like eggs,” I replied firmly, well aware that the enchantments he described would all turn strange and sour, even deadly, in the end. Besides, what on earth would I do with men’s hearts? I couldn’t make an omelette out of them.
“Oh, very well, if you insist. You’ll find the enchantment in effect beginning tomorrow. With that I’m afraid I must be off—I’ve the embroidery to ask after.”
I stood with a creak of my chair and dropped him a curtsy as he paused at the door. He gave an elegant bow in response. Like most fair folk he was adept at pretending he returned the courtesy by choice, not a strict compulsion that was, to him, as necessary as breathing.
“Aha,” he added, straightening, “I’d nearly forgotten. We’ve had gossip in the spring court that the autumn prince is going to pay you a visit. Imagine that! I look forward to hearing whether he manages to sit through an entire session, or hares off after the Wild Hunt as soon as he’s arrived.”
I wasn’t able to school my expression at the news. I stood gaping at Gadfly until a puzzled smile crossed his lips and he extended his pale hand in my direction, perhaps trying to determine whether I’d died standing up, not an unreasonable concern, as to him humans no doubt seemed to expire at the slightest provocation.
“The autumn—” My voice came out rough. I closed my mouth and cleared my throat. “Are you quite certain? I was under the impression the autumn prince did not visit Whimsy. No one has seen him in hundreds…” Words failed me.
“I assure you, he is alive and well. Why, I saw him at a ball just yesterday. Or was it last month? In any event, he shall be here tomorrow. Do pass on my regards.”
“It—it will be an honor,” I stammered, mentally cringing at my uncharacteristic loss of composure. Suddenly in need of fresh air, I crossed the room to open the door. I showed Gadfly out and stood gazing across the field of summer wheat as his figure receded up the path.
A cloud passed beneath the sun, and a shadow fell across my house. The season never changed in Whimsy, but as first one leaf dropped from the tree in the lane, and then another, I couldn’t help but feel some transformation was afoot. Whether or not I approved of it remained to be seen.
MY PARLOR smelled of linseed oil and spike lavender, and a dab of lead tin yellow glistened on my canvas. I had nearly perfected the color of Gadfly’s silk jacket.
The trick with Gadfly was persuading him to wear the same clothes for every session. Oil paint needs days to dry between layers, and he had trouble understanding I couldn’t just swap his entire outfit for another he liked better. He was astonishingly vain even by fair folk standards, which is like saying a pond is unusually wet, or a bear surprisingly hairy. All in all, it was a disarming quality for a creature who could murder me without rescheduling his tea.
“I might have some silver embroidery done about the wrists,” he said. “What do you think? You could add that, couldn’t you?”
“Of course.”
“And if I chose a different cravat…”
Inwardly, I rolled my eyes. Outwardly, my face ached with the polite smile I’d maintained for the past two and a half hours. Rudeness was not an affordable mistake. “I could alter your cravat, as long as it’s more or less the same size, but I’d need another session to finish it.”
“You truly are a wonder. Much better than the previous portrait artist—that fellow we had the other day. What was his name? Sebastian Manywarts? Oh, I didn’t like him, he always smelled a bit strange.”
It took me a moment to realize Gadfly was referring to Silas Merryweather, a master of the Craft who died over three hundred years ago. “Thank you,” I said. “What a thoughtful compliment.”
“How engaging it is to see the Craft change over time.” Barely listening, he selected one of the cakes from the tray beside the settee. He didn’t eat it immediately, but rather sat staring at it, as an entomologist might having discovered a beetle with its head on backward. “One thinks one has seen the best humans have to offer, and suddenly there’s a new method of glazing china, or these fantastic little cakes with lemon curd inside.”
By now I was used to fair folk mannerisms. I didn’t look away from his left sleeve, and kept dabbing on the silk’s glossy yellow shine. However, I remembered a time in which the fair folk’s behavior had unsettled me. They moved differently than humans: smoothly, precisely, with a peculiar stiffness to their posture, and never put so much as a finger out of place. They could remain still for hours without blinking, or they could move with such fearsome swiftness as to be upon you before you could even gasp in surprise.
I sat back, brush in hand, and took in the portrait in its entirety. It was nearly finished. There lay Gadfly’s petrified likeness, as unchanging as he was. Why the fair folk so desired portraits was beyond me. I supposed it had something to do with vanity, and their insatiable thirst to surround themselves with human Craft. They would never reflect on their youth, because they knew nothing else, and by the time they died, if they even did, their portraits would be long rotted away to nothing.
Gadfly appeared to be a man in his middle thirties. Like every example of his kind he was tall, slim, and beautiful. His eyes were the clear crystal blue of the sky after rain has washed away the summer heat, his complexion as pale and flawless as porcelain, and his hair the radiant silver-gold of dew illuminated by a sunrise. I know it sounds ridiculous, but fair folk require such comparisons. There’s simply no other way to describe them. Once, a Whimsical poet died of despair after finding himself unequal to the task of capturing a fair one’s beauty in simile. I think it more likely he died of arsenic poisoning, but so the story goes.
You must keep in mind, of course, that all of this is only a glamour, not what they really look like underneath.
Fair folk are talented dissemblers, but they can’t lie outright. Their glamour always has a flaw. Gadfly’s flaw was his fingers; they were far too long to be human and sometimes appeared oddly jointed. If someone looked at his hands too long he would lace them together or scurry them under a napkin like a pair of spiders to put them out of sight. He was the most personable fair one I knew, far more relaxed about manners than the rest of them, but staring was never a good idea—unless, like me, you had a good reason to.
Finally, Gadfly ate the cake. I didn’t see him chew before he swallowed.
“We’re just about finished for the day,” I told him. I wiped my brush on a rag, then dropped it into the jar of linseed oil beside my easel. “Would you like to take a look?”
“Need you even ask? Isobel, you know I’d never pass up the opportunity to admire your Craft.”
Before I knew it Gadfly stood leaning over my shoulder. He kept a courteous space between us, but his inhuman scent enveloped me: a ferny green fragrance of spring leaves, the sweet perfume of wildflowers. Beneath that, something wild—something that had roamed the forest for millennia, and had long spidery fingers that could crush a human’s throat while its owner wore a cordial smile.
My heart skipped a beat. I am safe in this house, I reminded myself.
“I believe I do like this cravat best after all,” he said. “Exquisite work, as always. Now, what am I paying you, again?”
I stole a glance at his elegant profile. A strand of hair had slipped from the blue ribbon at the nape of his neck as if by accident. I wondered why he’d arranged it that way. “We agreed on an enchantment for our hens,” I reminded him. “Each of them will lay six good eggs per week for the rest of their lives, and they must not die early for any reason.”
“So practical.” He sighed at the tragedy. “You are the most admired Crafter of this age. Imagine all the things I could give you! I could make pearls drop from your eyes in place of tears. I could lend you a smile that enslaves men’s hearts, or a dress that once beheld is never forgotten. And yet you request eggs.”
“I quite like eggs,” I replied firmly, well aware that the enchantments he described would all turn strange and sour, even deadly, in the end. Besides, what on earth would I do with men’s hearts? I couldn’t make an omelette out of them.
“Oh, very well, if you insist. You’ll find the enchantment in effect beginning tomorrow. With that I’m afraid I must be off—I’ve the embroidery to ask after.”
I stood with a creak of my chair and dropped him a curtsy as he paused at the door. He gave an elegant bow in response. Like most fair folk he was adept at pretending he returned the courtesy by choice, not a strict compulsion that was, to him, as necessary as breathing.
“Aha,” he added, straightening, “I’d nearly forgotten. We’ve had gossip in the spring court that the autumn prince is going to pay you a visit. Imagine that! I look forward to hearing whether he manages to sit through an entire session, or hares off after the Wild Hunt as soon as he’s arrived.”
I wasn’t able to school my expression at the news. I stood gaping at Gadfly until a puzzled smile crossed his lips and he extended his pale hand in my direction, perhaps trying to determine whether I’d died standing up, not an unreasonable concern, as to him humans no doubt seemed to expire at the slightest provocation.
“The autumn—” My voice came out rough. I closed my mouth and cleared my throat. “Are you quite certain? I was under the impression the autumn prince did not visit Whimsy. No one has seen him in hundreds…” Words failed me.
“I assure you, he is alive and well. Why, I saw him at a ball just yesterday. Or was it last month? In any event, he shall be here tomorrow. Do pass on my regards.”
“It—it will be an honor,” I stammered, mentally cringing at my uncharacteristic loss of composure. Suddenly in need of fresh air, I crossed the room to open the door. I showed Gadfly out and stood gazing across the field of summer wheat as his figure receded up the path.
A cloud passed beneath the sun, and a shadow fell across my house. The season never changed in Whimsy, but as first one leaf dropped from the tree in the lane, and then another, I couldn’t help but feel some transformation was afoot. Whether or not I approved of it remained to be seen.
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- Publisher : Margaret K. McElderry Books (Sept. 26 2017)
- Language : English
- Hardcover : 304 pages
- ISBN-10 : 1481497588
- ISBN-13 : 978-1481497589
- Item weight : 460 g
- Dimensions : 15.24 x 2.54 x 22.86 cm
- Best Sellers Rank: #220,116 in Books (See Top 100 in Books)
- #369 in Dark Fantasy for Young Adults
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Great book, a cute and charming YA fantasy. Good condition, with minor adhesive residue at the top of the book as shown in the image accompanying this post.
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Book had some damage. Daughter is excited to read it.
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Great book, a cute and charming YA fantasy. Good condition, with minor adhesive residue at the top of the book as shown in the image accompanying this post.

Great book, a cute and charming YA fantasy. Good condition, with minor adhesive residue at the top of the book as shown in the image accompanying this post.
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I love all Margaret Rogerson's books, this one about the fae, quite a new take on the human teenager scores a fae prince, well worth a read.
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I bought this book for my sister, it is a great book for readers that are into fantasy (books like “the cruel prince”) The book is very pretty and glowy, I haven’t read the book yet, but the summary seems very interesting. I have included the summary for those of you who want to read it.

I bought this book for my sister, it is a great book for readers that are into fantasy (books like “the cruel prince”) The book is very pretty and glowy, I haven’t read the book yet, but the summary seems very interesting. I have included the summary for those of you who want to read it.
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Reviewed in Canada 🇨🇦 on November 23, 2017
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I think I may have an unpopular opinion about this book.
Don't get me wrong, I liked it, but I was hoping for more. It still got 3 stars and i'll tell you why: The unique world, Rook made me laugh and fall in love with him and the world building. Even thought, how much I liked the world, I wish we could of learn more about it.
What I didn't like: The book ended too quickly, I wanted more. Isobel got on my nerve, I didn't like her character and I feel like the romance was rush throught, like it was lovevat first side. I don't like these kinda romance.
The writting was great but not the best. Something was missing, but I still enjoyed reading the book and found myself laughing here and there because of Rook.
Will I buy the sequel if there is one? Yes.
Don't get me wrong, I liked it, but I was hoping for more. It still got 3 stars and i'll tell you why: The unique world, Rook made me laugh and fall in love with him and the world building. Even thought, how much I liked the world, I wish we could of learn more about it.
What I didn't like: The book ended too quickly, I wanted more. Isobel got on my nerve, I didn't like her character and I feel like the romance was rush throught, like it was lovevat first side. I don't like these kinda romance.
The writting was great but not the best. Something was missing, but I still enjoyed reading the book and found myself laughing here and there because of Rook.
Will I buy the sequel if there is one? Yes.
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This book was so different than all Faerie books I have read and it was hard to put down. I have read faerie series by Holly Black and Julie Kagawa and I was used to a particular way of faeries but this book surprised me and it was the good kind.
This book was hard to keep up with at times that why the four stars but if you are a fan of Faerie literature and looking for a good book to read I highly recommend this one!
This book was hard to keep up with at times that why the four stars but if you are a fan of Faerie literature and looking for a good book to read I highly recommend this one!
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I was sad that the author left the reader empty longing to know more but ended abruptly after a long build up to get to know the characters, main scene and then it was over. It could have made for a great series but sadly this great book will leave you empty wanting to know more!
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Got the book love the story but my copy that came in is all warped😒 I'm still going to read it I just feel like I payed a lot of money for a damaged book. 🙃

Got the book love the story but my copy that came in is all warped😒 I'm still going to read it I just feel like I payed a lot of money for a damaged book. 🙃
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Boring Fairy Romance.
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I made the fatal mistake known to all readers as “the cover buy”. I can admit the cover is so good that it’s very nearly worth having bought it just so that it can sit pretty next to Sorcery of Thorns on my YA fantasy shelf. But no amount of pretty makes up for that amount of boredom.
I really enjoyed Margaret Rogerson’s Sorcery of Thorns and so it seemed like her debut novel would be a smart move for me. In truth, had a known a novel about dangerous fey, sinister tricks and a prodigal artist dancing with death on a regular basis existed beforehand that would have been enough to convince me regardless. But that isn’t what happens in this book at all, contrary to the misleading blurb. This book in actuality is a standard trope-ridden fey romance.
Isobel paints portraits of the fair folk in exchange for enchantments in the form of protection for her family, hens who lay extra eggs and ravens who alert you of imminent death or danger. This method of getting by largely without trouble from the fair folk has worked for a time, until Isobel paints mortal sorrow in the eyes of her newest patron Rook, a fairy prince. Rook is so outraged by Isobel’s insolence that he drags her to the autumn lands to face a trial for her crimes.
It’s just lame. What a rubbish excuse to force the two central love interests into a cross-country adventure where they inevitably develop feelings for each other. It’s uncomfortably deliberate, not to mention the tragically over-told case of girl falling in love with her foul tempered kidnapper. If that’s not enough to put you off, no amount of bad juju will.
I’d like to say that there were redeeming characters which made up for a heroine who loses her wits the moment she gets starry-eyed over a boy, but there are not. I’d like to say that the plot is compelling to forgive that, but it is boring and suffers from particularly slow pacing. I can say that the world building begins well, that Isobel is initially an intriguing character until she meets Rook and that, after that, it all goes horribly wrong and swiftly takes a nose dive to a two star.
I really enjoyed Margaret Rogerson’s Sorcery of Thorns and so it seemed like her debut novel would be a smart move for me. In truth, had a known a novel about dangerous fey, sinister tricks and a prodigal artist dancing with death on a regular basis existed beforehand that would have been enough to convince me regardless. But that isn’t what happens in this book at all, contrary to the misleading blurb. This book in actuality is a standard trope-ridden fey romance.
Isobel paints portraits of the fair folk in exchange for enchantments in the form of protection for her family, hens who lay extra eggs and ravens who alert you of imminent death or danger. This method of getting by largely without trouble from the fair folk has worked for a time, until Isobel paints mortal sorrow in the eyes of her newest patron Rook, a fairy prince. Rook is so outraged by Isobel’s insolence that he drags her to the autumn lands to face a trial for her crimes.
It’s just lame. What a rubbish excuse to force the two central love interests into a cross-country adventure where they inevitably develop feelings for each other. It’s uncomfortably deliberate, not to mention the tragically over-told case of girl falling in love with her foul tempered kidnapper. If that’s not enough to put you off, no amount of bad juju will.
I’d like to say that there were redeeming characters which made up for a heroine who loses her wits the moment she gets starry-eyed over a boy, but there are not. I’d like to say that the plot is compelling to forgive that, but it is boring and suffers from particularly slow pacing. I can say that the world building begins well, that Isobel is initially an intriguing character until she meets Rook and that, after that, it all goes horribly wrong and swiftly takes a nose dive to a two star.
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Katie Stewart
4.0 out of 5 stars
There was a lot I loved about this
Reviewed in the United Kingdom 🇬🇧 on November 21, 2017Verified Purchase
I have so much to say about this book. There was a lot I loved about this, so much so I could’ve seen it as a 5 star read with some tweaking. I liked that it was a short standalone, and though that length was refreshing in some ways, it was hindering in others, mostly emotional leaps to get the story where it needed to go in a shorter period of time. I adored the world, and Margaret Rogerson’s depiction of the fair folk. The writing was lush and characters well expressed. As a debut, I was so impressed, and could see unbound potential for future books.
Characters
A few characters weren't as strong on the page as others. Emma and the twins never felt quite right, but they possibly could've with more time on the page. Aster and the Hemlock could've been interesting characters, but they fell flat for me- even if they could've been explored more if the book had been longer.
Negatives aside- I loved the main duo. I normally feel neutral about female main characters in fantasy- especially when it's in first person- but I actually liked Isobel. She wasn't whiny or naive- nor was she miss perfect. I loved Rook too, there was something sweet about him. I liked the way he and Isobel interacted, and how their vastly different lives intertwined and clashed throughout the story. However, he never quite felt like a "prince" in the way as another character does. I loved the vibe of him, and his character, and I could've read a much longer book exploring him alone and the ins and outs of his life even separate from Isobel.
I enjoyed Gadfly, I thought his own manner came off very clear, and the image of him was crisp in my head. I liked Lark too, and found her a joy to read despite her eccentricities.
These group of characters in particular jumped out at me and were what helped make this book compelling and engaging. (especially Rook).
Romance
I'm the type that struggles with romance that blooms too quickly. This is short- and half the book revolves around the consequences of a mortal and a fair folk falling for each other- and the book's only 300 pages, so yes, it felt rushed to me. I could believe that they would fall for each other- it just happened too quick. There were grand declarations of love that read as so cheesy I was afraid my eyes wouldn't return from rolling up into my brain. They'd not known each other, truly, for long at all. I would've liked a slower burn- and this is the only place the length of this book truly hindered this novel for me. This romance had potential, and if it went there for me this really could've been a 5 star book for me. However- there were two things I did like about their portrayal of their relationship- but I'll hide them in spoiler tags- but I'll let you all know it didn't feel wholly unhinged.
World
Okay, I am crazy for this depiction of the fair folk, or “faeries”- even more so than the world of Maas- like way more. I loved the darkness to it, that immortality isn't glorified or perfect. That there's consequence. I loved that the fair folk had attributes we're familiar with- but that was there an overall feel to it that felt original to this story. I loved that their beauty was only a glamour- how their whole world festered and rotted. It's the embodiment of its what's on the inside that matters. I was happy fair folks weren't these perfect, flawless, beautiful things- that they were so inhuman. I loved the set up, I loved that we had a full sense of the world without a 600 paged novel. I want more fair folks like this, beautiful and ugly, and inhuman without that making them wholly monstrous. It was interesting how Rogerson showed the fair folk’s world view and emotion without making each faerie cookie-cutters of one another. It's hard to articulate my love for it- but I have to say this side of it was my favourite part of this novel.
Plot
The plot, for me, wasn't the strongest thing about this book. I personally loved the character, set-up and world. The first half of the book was my favourite- but I could understand that if you didn't take to those elements why this book would fall flat for some people. I loved the exploration of Isobel's Craft- and how it shows the vital importance of the arts- and what our world would be reduced to without it- how we wear and use it every day- and how, a lot of the time, it's looked down upon when compared to the sciences- which are just a different kind of important.
A large part of the plot later revolved around love, and though interesting, it feel short as I couldn't wholly believe their love was true considering for how little time they knew each other. After the halfway point, Rook and Isobel are around each other less, and there wasn't a lot of time of them together to actually be together in requited love.
Writing
The writing was sharp and crisp and gorgeous. It really brought the world and people to life without being over-descriptive. It was full of precise word choice. It's funny at times, the dialogue well written and consistent. I loved how you could tell the difference between humans and the fair folk just through the word choice of what they said and how their words were phrased.
Ending
Proceed this this paragraph with care if you haven’t read the book (or skip it). It doesn’t have outright spoilers, but hints to how it all ends up until the spoiler tags.
I can't say I hated the ending, but I didn't love it either. Some of it felt a bit too easy, or a bit like a fairy-tale ending- but I can't lie and say I wouldn't have been pissed if it had had a depressing end.
Conclusion
This was a beautiful read that had undertones of some of my favourite books while remaining original in its own right. This reminded me why I had such a fascination and love for faeries when I was younger- it’s this type of faerie, or fair folk, the kind with a dark side- that’s not just plain and boring and beautiful- the kind that are disturbing and different from us with a different view of the world that I adore reading about. I had my issues, but remember this is a debut- and I will undoubtedly be looking out for whatever Rogerson puts out next as I’m sure she will only improve, and could, maybe someday, write a favourite.
Characters
A few characters weren't as strong on the page as others. Emma and the twins never felt quite right, but they possibly could've with more time on the page. Aster and the Hemlock could've been interesting characters, but they fell flat for me- even if they could've been explored more if the book had been longer.
Negatives aside- I loved the main duo. I normally feel neutral about female main characters in fantasy- especially when it's in first person- but I actually liked Isobel. She wasn't whiny or naive- nor was she miss perfect. I loved Rook too, there was something sweet about him. I liked the way he and Isobel interacted, and how their vastly different lives intertwined and clashed throughout the story. However, he never quite felt like a "prince" in the way as another character does. I loved the vibe of him, and his character, and I could've read a much longer book exploring him alone and the ins and outs of his life even separate from Isobel.
I enjoyed Gadfly, I thought his own manner came off very clear, and the image of him was crisp in my head. I liked Lark too, and found her a joy to read despite her eccentricities.
These group of characters in particular jumped out at me and were what helped make this book compelling and engaging. (especially Rook).
Romance
I'm the type that struggles with romance that blooms too quickly. This is short- and half the book revolves around the consequences of a mortal and a fair folk falling for each other- and the book's only 300 pages, so yes, it felt rushed to me. I could believe that they would fall for each other- it just happened too quick. There were grand declarations of love that read as so cheesy I was afraid my eyes wouldn't return from rolling up into my brain. They'd not known each other, truly, for long at all. I would've liked a slower burn- and this is the only place the length of this book truly hindered this novel for me. This romance had potential, and if it went there for me this really could've been a 5 star book for me. However- there were two things I did like about their portrayal of their relationship- but I'll hide them in spoiler tags- but I'll let you all know it didn't feel wholly unhinged.
World
Okay, I am crazy for this depiction of the fair folk, or “faeries”- even more so than the world of Maas- like way more. I loved the darkness to it, that immortality isn't glorified or perfect. That there's consequence. I loved that the fair folk had attributes we're familiar with- but that was there an overall feel to it that felt original to this story. I loved that their beauty was only a glamour- how their whole world festered and rotted. It's the embodiment of its what's on the inside that matters. I was happy fair folks weren't these perfect, flawless, beautiful things- that they were so inhuman. I loved the set up, I loved that we had a full sense of the world without a 600 paged novel. I want more fair folks like this, beautiful and ugly, and inhuman without that making them wholly monstrous. It was interesting how Rogerson showed the fair folk’s world view and emotion without making each faerie cookie-cutters of one another. It's hard to articulate my love for it- but I have to say this side of it was my favourite part of this novel.
Plot
The plot, for me, wasn't the strongest thing about this book. I personally loved the character, set-up and world. The first half of the book was my favourite- but I could understand that if you didn't take to those elements why this book would fall flat for some people. I loved the exploration of Isobel's Craft- and how it shows the vital importance of the arts- and what our world would be reduced to without it- how we wear and use it every day- and how, a lot of the time, it's looked down upon when compared to the sciences- which are just a different kind of important.
A large part of the plot later revolved around love, and though interesting, it feel short as I couldn't wholly believe their love was true considering for how little time they knew each other. After the halfway point, Rook and Isobel are around each other less, and there wasn't a lot of time of them together to actually be together in requited love.
Writing
The writing was sharp and crisp and gorgeous. It really brought the world and people to life without being over-descriptive. It was full of precise word choice. It's funny at times, the dialogue well written and consistent. I loved how you could tell the difference between humans and the fair folk just through the word choice of what they said and how their words were phrased.
Ending
Proceed this this paragraph with care if you haven’t read the book (or skip it). It doesn’t have outright spoilers, but hints to how it all ends up until the spoiler tags.
I can't say I hated the ending, but I didn't love it either. Some of it felt a bit too easy, or a bit like a fairy-tale ending- but I can't lie and say I wouldn't have been pissed if it had had a depressing end.
Conclusion
This was a beautiful read that had undertones of some of my favourite books while remaining original in its own right. This reminded me why I had such a fascination and love for faeries when I was younger- it’s this type of faerie, or fair folk, the kind with a dark side- that’s not just plain and boring and beautiful- the kind that are disturbing and different from us with a different view of the world that I adore reading about. I had my issues, but remember this is a debut- and I will undoubtedly be looking out for whatever Rogerson puts out next as I’m sure she will only improve, and could, maybe someday, write a favourite.
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Nicci
3.0 out of 5 stars
Felt like an unfulfilled promise...
Reviewed in the United Kingdom 🇬🇧 on June 26, 2021Verified Purchase
I'd heard so many wonderful things about this book that I couldn't not buy it when a fae mood struck. The cover is cool, the title is awesome and - as I said - people seemed to love it so I was excited... But then, it didn't take me long to realise that my favourite part of this book is likely to forever be the title: An Enchantment of Ravens.
Now, I realise that sounds quite negative and I don't mean to be! An Enchantment of Ravens isn't a bad book, it's just a very specific kind of book that I think will leave people enchanted or completely underwhelmed and I was in the underwhelmed category.
It had so much potential but I felt like it just never reached it.
I felt like I was being teased all the way through. Teased by a story that could sweep me away into another place but never did. Teased by a romance that could have been everything but wasn't. Teased by an opportunity that just never manifests.
The world-building is pretty cool, with an interesting take on the fae, but it leaves more unexplained than shared. The characters... Well, you barely scrape the surface of them. The pacing is weird, sometimes it's super slow and other times super fast. The romance has so much potential but left me feeling unsatisfied just like the ending which leaves too much hanging!
Rogerson is clearly a gifted writer able to evoke beautiful images and feelings with her words but the whole book felt like an unfulfilled promise and so it frustrated me more than it delighted me... but, just to be an awkward contraction, I enjoyed it just the same and read it cover to cover over a 24hr period.
I just don't know what to tell you... Except that I'd definitely read a sequel if there was to ever be one. Especially if that sequel tied off all the loose ends and fulfilled the promise that this book made but never quite delivered.
Now, I realise that sounds quite negative and I don't mean to be! An Enchantment of Ravens isn't a bad book, it's just a very specific kind of book that I think will leave people enchanted or completely underwhelmed and I was in the underwhelmed category.
It had so much potential but I felt like it just never reached it.
I felt like I was being teased all the way through. Teased by a story that could sweep me away into another place but never did. Teased by a romance that could have been everything but wasn't. Teased by an opportunity that just never manifests.
The world-building is pretty cool, with an interesting take on the fae, but it leaves more unexplained than shared. The characters... Well, you barely scrape the surface of them. The pacing is weird, sometimes it's super slow and other times super fast. The romance has so much potential but left me feeling unsatisfied just like the ending which leaves too much hanging!
Rogerson is clearly a gifted writer able to evoke beautiful images and feelings with her words but the whole book felt like an unfulfilled promise and so it frustrated me more than it delighted me... but, just to be an awkward contraction, I enjoyed it just the same and read it cover to cover over a 24hr period.
I just don't know what to tell you... Except that I'd definitely read a sequel if there was to ever be one. Especially if that sequel tied off all the loose ends and fulfilled the promise that this book made but never quite delivered.
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Ing
4.0 out of 5 stars
Concept good but
Reviewed in the United Kingdom 🇬🇧 on September 20, 2022Verified Purchase
The beginning was full of promise. The concept of falling in love with a fae Prince is as old as the hills but playing with the old truths of the fae loving human art and building that into the plot was great. Unfortunately, it wasn't taken far enough and the obstacles to the love of our heroine and her fae partner are not as well crafted as the heroine's paintings. After Isobel, our heroine, paints our fae Prince, they end up on a journey through the different fae realms for various messy reasons that change through the first half of the story. Then the Prince falls in love with Isobel, which is expected. However, from here the story reads like a teenage fantasy romance. There is no substance to their love except for physical attraction (even though under the glamour, Rook is not that great looking). Much is made of how cruel fae are and how they have no emotions, yet he falls in love. There are other potholes too. The prose has some wonderful moments but doesn't know when to stop and then ends up full of purple contradictions. The most disappointing for me was the author's concept, that painting emotions on the emotionless fae could affect them, barely took flight before it was dropped. There is great potential here that had me speed reading, however not because it was good but because of what could have been brilliant just left me cringing. Still, I finished the book, hence 4 stars rather than 3.

Kim
2.0 out of 5 stars
Qualidade ruim (capa comum)
Reviewed in Brazil 🇧🇷 on September 13, 2020Verified Purchase
Ainda estou no começo do livro, e geralmente não gosto de dar avaliações ruins, mas quero dizer sobre a qualidade ruim da capa comum, já que não falaram sobre aqui (pois devem ter comprado em capa dura, o que imagino ser de qualidade superior mesmo). Comprei de capa comum esperando poder economizar um pouco e imaginando que ao menos fosse uma qualidade legal, mas nossa, parece pior que os livros em versão econômica. Livro muito mole, folhas parecem ser de jornal, de cor entre branco e cinza. Foto da capa linda, mas a qualidade muito pobre. Veio até com um pedaço soltando, parece ser a coisa mais fácil do mundo só arrancar.
Queria ter comprado em capa dura mesmo. Gastaria 30 reais a mais, mas pelo menos ficaria satisfeita. Percebi que livros em inglês só parecem prestar em capa dura. Capa comum é só decepção, ainda mais por não ser barato mesmo assim (em torno de 50,00+)
Olhem a diferença das folhas dele pra um com folhas amarelas.
Infelizmente a capa dura ficou mais caro que antes, além da complicação que seria a devolução e com os Correios em greve, então acabei ficando com esse mesmo.
Se eu gostar demais da história, edito a avaliação em relação à história e quem sabe mais tarde resolva comprar dessa vez em capa dura.
Queria ter comprado em capa dura mesmo. Gastaria 30 reais a mais, mas pelo menos ficaria satisfeita. Percebi que livros em inglês só parecem prestar em capa dura. Capa comum é só decepção, ainda mais por não ser barato mesmo assim (em torno de 50,00+)
Olhem a diferença das folhas dele pra um com folhas amarelas.
Infelizmente a capa dura ficou mais caro que antes, além da complicação que seria a devolução e com os Correios em greve, então acabei ficando com esse mesmo.
Se eu gostar demais da história, edito a avaliação em relação à história e quem sabe mais tarde resolva comprar dessa vez em capa dura.


Kim
Reviewed in Brazil 🇧🇷 on September 13, 2020
Queria ter comprado em capa dura mesmo. Gastaria 30 reais a mais, mas pelo menos ficaria satisfeita. Percebi que livros em inglês só parecem prestar em capa dura. Capa comum é só decepção, ainda mais por não ser barato mesmo assim (em torno de 50,00+)
Olhem a diferença das folhas dele pra um com folhas amarelas.
Infelizmente a capa dura ficou mais caro que antes, além da complicação que seria a devolução e com os Correios em greve, então acabei ficando com esse mesmo.
Se eu gostar demais da história, edito a avaliação em relação à história e quem sabe mais tarde resolva comprar dessa vez em capa dura.
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