![]() ![]() She sensed the rise and fall of her chest. The silence was a relief, but unnerving now that the moment was here. ![]() But when they arrived at the top, they let Natasha approach the willow alone. They’d hiked up Willow Hill with her, not that she’d asked them to. Her aunts watched from the edge of the clearing, three or four yards back. She was almost close enough to touch its ice-covered branches, but she had yet to take the few remaining steps. Natasha stood before the ancient willow tree, which towered above her. It was the third night of the third month after Natasha’s thirteenth birthday. I wish to have daughters, and for my daughters to have daughters, and their daughters to have daughters, and their daughters to have daughters. If the cover makes you want to read the book (and that's the goal!), here's a short excerpt. Isn't it gorgeous? What I love is how moody-melancholy-slightly-spine-shivery it is, while evoking beauty and magic and hope at the same time, and in equal measure. ![]()
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