Winter
Marissa Meyer, 2015
Fantasy Young adultScience fictionRomance
Snow White on a colonised moon: a princess who refuses to use her mind-bending gift, her stepmother's glass court, and the crew plotting a revolution.
Feels like dread and hope. About power and freedom.
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What it costs to look away from something you cannot stop.
This was when Winter looked away. When she always looked away. She watched her own fingers burrow into her dress, her fingernails scraping at the fabric until she could feel the sting on her thighs. She watched the ice climb over her wrists, toward her elbows. Where the ice touched, her flesh went numb. Marissa Meyer.Each Lunar Chronicles novel retells a fairy tale — Cinderella, Red Riding Hood, Rapunzel, Snow White — in a future where the Moon is colonised and some people can bend minds.
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Questions readers ask
- What is Winter like?
- Feels like dread and hope. About power and freedom.
- What should I read after Winter?
- If you liked Winter, try Kingdom of the Wicked (Kerri Maniscalco), Mistborn (Brandon Sanderson) and A Court of Thorns and Roses (Sarah J. Maas).
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The world resumes; she refuses to let it resume quietly.
Young women died. Life resumed. Such was the way of the world, at least according to men.
Kingdom of the Wicked · Kerri Maniscalco
What it would be like to be the ash, and not care.
Vin watched the downy flakes drift through the air. Leisurely. Careless. Free. The puffs of soot fell like black snowflakes, descending upon the dark city of Luthadel. They drifted in corners, blowing in the breeze and curling in tiny whirlwinds over the cobblestones. They seemed so uncaring. What would that be like?
Mistborn · Brandon Sanderson
What a stare can say before a secret even slips.
Rhysand stared at me for long enough that I faced him. "Be glad of your human heart, Feyre. Pity those who don’t feel anything at all.
A Court of Thorns and Roses · Sarah J. Maas
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