The Language of Thorns: Midnight Tales and Dangerous Magic

“I’m sorry,” he said. Are there any words so cursed?

He looked like a petulant dandelion, gathering breath to throw a tantrum.

The next day Lis returned to class and Ulla steeled herself, prepared to be stuck with the choirmaster once more. But when he told them to pair up for duets, Signy pressed her hand into Ulla’s. For the briefest moment, Ulla despised Signy, as we can only hate those who rescue us from loneliness.