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378 pages, Hardcover
First published October 4, 2012
The Shee wore white and silver. Jake stared at them, astounded. They were a wild army of guizers, mumers, gaberlunzies, masked and costumed with the remnants of ancient Christmases. He saw a ragged St. George, a black clad Moor, a creature tailed and spine like. A capering dragon, white fire flashing from its mouth. He saw Morris men and caparisoned knights on skeletal horses. Tall beautiful beings like women walked out of the trees and turned their emerald eyes on him.
He saw them change. They transformed before him, shrank, glittered, shimmered. Their clothes sprouted feathers, their beaked faces shrieked. Only their eyes, bird-sharp, aslant, stayed the same. And then they were up and flying, a great swooping host of starlings, dark and furiously noisy against the starry sky, breaking and reforming in sudden bizarre patterns, the whooshing of their wings loud as they poured and split.
He stared, amazed until the last formation fractured and broke.
And then they were gone, in long streamers of darkness over the sleeping Wood.
The room had whispered.