Heather Fawcett

Elle ne pense qu'au travail, il aime coudre au coin du feu. Un véritable conte de fées les attend... Explorez le royaume des fées aux côtés de la chercheuse la plus grincheuse d'Angleterre. Emily Wilde est douée dans bien des domaines. Universitaire hors pair et experte mondiale en dryadologie, elle travaille sur la première encyclopédie féerique jamais écrite. Lorsqu'elle débarque dans le village nordique d'Hrafnsvik pour y étudier les Recluses – les fées les plus rares au monde – Emily n'avait pas prévu la compagnie de son élégant rival, le professeur Wendell Bambleby. Venu " l'aider " dans ses recherches, ce dernier sème bientôt la pagaille dans sa vie, la frustrant à la limite du tolérable. Alors que les Recluses s'avèrent bien plus dangereuses qu'escompté, donnant aux contes de fées des allures de cauchemar, l'insupportable Bambleby semble quant à lui de plus en plus difficile à ignorer... Emily devra garder la tête froide si elle espère revoir la chaleur de son Angleterre natale. Traduit par Christophe Rosson " Un roman à la vivacité infiniment enchanteresse, à la plume si maîtrisée, si riche et aboutie dans la construction de son univers, que vous en sortirez ensorcelé·e, convaincu·e que Heather Fawcett a trouvé ce journal au fond d'une malle de voyage couverte de sel marin. " Melissa Albert, autrice de Hazel Wood et Nos cœurs maudits " Ce roman fantasy magnifiquement sombre qui scintille de neige et de magie m'a complètement enchantée. " Sangu Mandanna, autrice de La Société très secrète des sorcières extraordinaires

L'Encyclopédie féerique d'Emily Wilde (e-book) - Tome 01

Emma Miller

I could not tell if he was terrible at drawing cats or if he simply had a terrible cat.

Taryn

He leaned back, a smile playing on his mouth. “You know, Em, you could make life so much easier for yourself if you tried to be liked once in awhile.” “I do try,” I said, over loud. His words stung more than he could have guessed. I tried and tried - or at least, I used to, and nothing had ever come of it.

“If something is impossible, you cannot be terrible at it.” My hand tightened briefly on my pen. He smiled again. “You are not so terrible, Em. You merely need friends who are dragons like you.”

I gazed at him a moment longer. His mourning was a tangible thing that hung in the air. I have never loved a place like he has, and felt it’s absence as I would a friend’s. But for a moment, I wished I had, and felt this as it’s own loss.

It sounds odd to admit that I find the company of such a boisterous person restful, but perhaps it is always restful to be around someone who does not expect anything from you beyond what is in your nature.

In any event, these are practical people, and they care more about what you did than the why of it all.

He had a habit of doodling, marginalia I was inclined to ignore given that a full half of these sketches were of me, including one that made me very still. In it, I was bent over my notebook, hair tumbling over my shoulders as it usually does in the evening, my chin on my hand and a small smile on my face. It was a very detailed work, each stroke carefully chosen. I could see the places where he’d smudged the ink with a thumb to create shadow - the curve of my neck. The hollow between my collarbones.

Shadow padded up to me and put his head on my knee, all forgiven, as it always is with dogs. If I had frightened my cat as I had Shadow, she’d ignore me for days, or possibly put a curse on me, but then cats have self respect.

I gave him a long thoughtful look. “What?” He said. “It’s your chin. It’s still a little crooked.” His hand went immediately to the feature. “It is not.” I shrugged. “Perhaps it’s my imagination.”

Alexa Writes

few were about, being most likely in their felds or fish- ing boats, but those few stared at me as only rural villagers at the edge of the known world can stare at a stranger.

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