"Almost every fairy tale begins with the death of the parents. But the death of a child changes everything. The death of a child means no journey; no coming-of-age; no adventures; no happy-ever-after. All that remains of the tale is grief. Grief, the wingless bird in its cage, singing and singing and singing."

Joanne has a sense of style that captivates from the first page, poetical and intriguing. The story itself is simple, but complex in the details and riddle mastery. It really catches that mysterious air of the fae and the dangers that lie underneath the surface of the beauty. This book is a beautiful piece of art.