Court of Winter (Fae of Snow & Ice #1) by Krista Street EPUB & PDF – eBook Details Online
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- Author:Krista Street
- Language: English
- Genre: Coming of Age Fantasy
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“This is a good one, don’t you think, Ilara?” My sister, Cailis, held
out a bread loaf for me to inspect.
The crust was firm and the loaf probably several days old. A
few specks of mold discolored the bottom, but a sharp knife would cut it
off, and the rest of the loaf looked edible.
I nodded. “Yes. Let’s take it.”
Cailis placed the bread in our basket as we carefully picked through the
second-hand goods in Firlim’s outdoor harvest market.
A light dusting of crystalline snow drifted in the air. The dazzling
snowflakes covered the vendors’ canopies in a fine layer of white lace as
my sister and I shopped.
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Today’s selection was meager, as seemed to be the case lately, but if we
picked the right items, we would have enough ingredients to add a variety
to our meals this week.
My stomach growled. Mother Below, I was looking forward to supper.
We hadn’t eaten yet today.
Since the discounted portions of the market sat in sacks and buckets on
the ground, we kept bending over, and as I neared the edge of the vendor’s
table, a female’s cloak from the neighboring stall brushed against my face.
She probably didn’t even know I was there.
“They’re dying, all of them,” the female hissed to her friend. “They say
all of their fields are filled with black stalks and gray dirt.”
I cocked my head but stayed crouched.
“Oh, pish posh, you listen to too many rumors.” The female’s friend
grabbed a warm shawl off the vendor’s table as translucent snowflakes
continued to fall from the sky.
“It’s true.” The first female tried on a hat as a few flecks of snow fell
onto the wide rim, which hid the tips of her pointed ears. “All of their crops
are dead. I heard the entirety of Isalee Territory is worried about starving
this winter.”
The other female sniffed. “It’s all rumors. Never you mind. The celestial
events ensure the land stays fertile.”
“It’s not a rumor. It’s true!” Her friend huffed. She planted her hands on
her hips, and her wings flexed with her annoyance. “Neither the Safrinite
comet nor the alignment replenished our continent’s magic. We were
scorned, and because of it, our crops are dying. Just watch. We’re all going
to starve.”
I straightened so quickly that my cloak’s hood fell off my head. I tried
to pull it back up, but both females froze when they saw my hair.
“What have you heard about Isalee?” I asked urgently, ignoring their
shocked expressions as they assessed my unique hair color.
Both eyed my wingless back, then studied my hair again. The first
female backed up, then pulled her friend with her.
“Please,” I said in a softer tone, taking a step toward them. “Tell me.”
I opened my mouth to ask more, to see what further they knew, but they
both shook their heads and made the sign of the Blessed Mother before
scurrying away.
A pit formed in my stomach and not from their dislike of my defective
state. My brother, Tormesh, had told us the same thing about the crops last
summer when he’d returned home following his march with the Solis
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