Traveling between the realms’ newlands with her starstick had the habit of undoing even Poppy’s most tightly wound coils and firmly made braids-an unexpected perk, really. Her hair was the least of her worries, though she didn’t doubt it resembled a bed of moss. “What happened to your hair?” Poppy shrieked so loudly, Terra came rushing in behind her, the many knives and swords at her waist clanking together. She held her starstick tightly, her breath bottled in her chest like the rare perfumes on her vanity, the glass room spinning and fractured colors bleeding together, until gravity finally pinned her down like a loose thread in the universe.Īnd it was safely tucked down the back of her dress, along her spine, by the time the door swung open. Always without permission-and seemingly on the worst occasions.Įven after five years, portaling still made her bones groan.
Isla Crown often fell through puddles of stars and into faraway places. Filled with secrets, deception, romance, and twists worthy of the darkest thrillers, Lightlark is a must-read for fans of legendary fantasy writers Marie Lu, Marissa Meyer, and Leigh Bardugo.
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