“Saracen’s tiny wounds has faded from live-poppy red to dead-poppy red…”
– Frances Hardinge
Fly by Night, ch. XIV
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Some lovely description: "...the little village that stood near the Schwarzwald was not dark at all. No, no: It was ringed by trees that, when Gretel arrived, had just slipped into their golden robes of autumn." - Adam Gidwitz A Tale Dark and Grimm