Allison Saft

A Far Wilder Magic

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“An utterly transportive read, unfolding into a world of crumbling manors and ancient forests. Allison Saft crafts a deliberate, intricate romance that will have you as unmoored as the characters.”Chloe Gong, New York Times bestselling author of These Violent Delights
A romantic YA fantasy perfect for fans of Erin A. Craig and Margaret Rogerson, about two people who find themselves competing for gloryand each other's heartsin a magical fox hunt.
When Margaret Welty spots the legendary hala, the last living mythical creature, she knows the Halfmoon Hunt will soon follow. Whoever is able to kill the hala will earn fame and riches, and unlock an ancient magical secret. While Margaret is the best sharpshooter in town, only teams of two can register, and she needs an alchemist.
Weston Winters isn't an alchemist—yet. He's been fired from every apprenticeship he's landed, and his last chance hinges…
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  • _Umaroth_shared an impression2 years ago

    Super interesante por la alquimia

Quotes

  • Snowhas quotedlast year
    Wes rises unsteadily to his feet, and although she keeps her rifle trained on his forehead, he grasps the barrel. He can feel her trembling down the length of it. Carefully, he lowers it from his face. “Okay?”

    Margaret’s shoulders slump. Her cold mask shatters, and her gun clatters to the earth between them. “Okay.”

    She flings her arms around his waist. Wes grunts in surprise as they collide, but it’s the most natural thing in the world to enfold her. He slides one hand up the back of her jacket to pull her closer and cradles her head with the other, tangling his fingers into the hair at the nape of her neck. Through the cling of his sopping wet shirt, he feels how warm she is. He feels the beating of her heart against his. He presses his lips to her temple and breathes in the smell of rainwater and earth.

    He has to tell her. Now that he’s almost lost her, now that he’s held her like this, he can’t silently bear the weight of it much longer. He wants so much more than he has allowed himself to imagine. He wants her, desperately and entirely. But for now, with her safe and whole against him, it’s enough.
  • Snowhas quotedlast year
    “Alright, alright,” he cuts in. “I get it. I’m a selfish idiot. Is that what you want?”

    “No, that’s not what I’m saying.” Her voice wobbles. It’s enough to undo him. “I’m saying I was worried about you.”

    “Margaret…” His heart lurches. “I’m sorry.”

    He goes deathly still when she places her hand on top of his. It’s warm and callused, but her touch is surprisingly gentle. “You have to be more careful. Wickdon is more dangerous than you know.”

    He thinks he has some idea, though. The danger of Wickdon runs deeper than just the hala or Jaime or the restless sea. It’s here, within him and right in front of him. Maybe it’s a trick of the light, or maybe it’s the adrenaline. But right now, he swears that her hair is spun from moonlight and her skin is dusted with silver. Try as he may, he can’t exactly recall what it was he once found so repulsive about her.
  • Snowhas quotedlast year
    Everything aches. His legs throb, his ankle twinges from where he twisted it, and a swatch of skin above his socks stings with open wounds. But he is alive. Alive.

    “Fuck.” He laughs breathlessly, hysterically, until tears roll down his face.

    “What are you doing?”

    “Margaret,” he wheezes.

    She looms over him with a hand on her hip. Her hair hangs loose around her face, and he’s so relieved to see her, all he can think about is grabbing fistfuls of it and kissing her square on the mouth. Although he’s horrified by the very idea, he gasps through his fit until he finds his voice again.

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