Enchanted by a Russian fairy tale

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"That love of maidens for monsters, that does not fade with time."

I have tried and failed (thrice now) to write some kind of review worthy of how much I have been loving this series.

The Girl in the Tower is told so wonderfully and viscerally that I no longer feel a stranger to the wild Russian forests, and am no longer afraid but insatiably curious about all the chyerti that live there.

I feel I am right alongside Vasya atop her stallion Solovey, kicking back mud and snow, feeling the icy wind on my skin but knowing we must keep riding…

"Witch. The word drifted across his mind. We call such women so, because we have no other name."

While I have many thoughts and feelings about this series (almost all of them good), somehow again it is impossible for me to arrange them in any way that would benefit the next reader. The books that impact me in a positive way are increasingly difficult to write about. (It’s much more fun to trash a book I hated.)

I’ll close in saying that I will be logging in to my library’s website every day to see if I am the next in line to borrow the final book the in the Winternight trilogy, The Winter of the Witch.