An Enchantment of Ravens by Margaret RogersonAn Enchantment of Ravens by Margaret Rogerson

An Enchantment of Ravens

byMargaret Rogerson

Hardcover | September 26, 2017

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An instant New York Times bestseller!
An Indie Next Top 10 Pick
A Parents’ Choice Silver Honor Winner

“A funny, action-packed, and sweet romance.” —School Library Journal (starred review)
“A phenomenal read.” —RT Book Reviews

A skilled painter must stand up to the ancient power of the faerie courts—even as she falls in love with a faerie prince—in this gorgeous bestseller that’s “an ideal pick for fans of Holly Black, Maggie Stiefvater, and Laini Taylor” (Publishers Weekly, starred review).

Isobel is an artistic prodigy with a dangerous set of clients: the sinister fair folk, immortal creatures who cannot bake bread or put a pen to paper without crumbling to dust. They crave human Craft with a terrible thirst, and Isobel’s paintings are highly prized. But when she receives her first royal patron—Rook, the autumn prince—she makes a terrible mistake. She paints mortal sorrow in his eyes—a weakness that could cost him his life.

Furious, Rook spirits her away to his kingdom to stand trial for her crime. But something is seriously wrong in his world, and they are attacked from every side. With Isobel and Rook depending on each other for survival, their alliance blossoms into trust, then love—and that love violates the fair folks’ ruthless laws. Now both of their lives are forfeit, unless Isobel can use her skill as an artist to fight the fairy courts. Because secretly, her Craft represents a threat the fair folk have never faced in all the millennia of their unchanging lives: for the first time, her portraits have the power to make them feel.
Title:An Enchantment of RavensFormat:HardcoverDimensions:304 pages, 9 × 6 × 1 inPublished:September 26, 2017Publisher:Margaret K. McElderry BooksLanguage:English

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ISBN - 10:1481497588

ISBN - 13:9781481497589


Rated 4 out of 5 by from An Enchantment Of Ravens I was surprised how much I loved this, fairy stories aren't something I tend to read, but I just thought this was so strong with the descriptive prose, the romance, and the quirky side characters like March, May, and Lark. #plumreview
Date published: 2018-03-07
Rated 3 out of 5 by from Pretty Cover The romance didn't feel very genuine in this book, and I didn't really think it was necessary. A good read, but not for everyone
Date published: 2018-03-04
Rated 5 out of 5 by from love it Beautiful writing and story. It's a romance with faries so if you don't like reading about the fay you won't enjoy seeing a different way of looking at their lands and problems as well as how they interact with humans.
Date published: 2018-02-22
Rated 3 out of 5 by from OK I had high hopes for this book and was looking forward to reading it- I found it had potential but just never quite lived up to it. It just seemed to be missing something?
Date published: 2018-02-13
Rated 4 out of 5 by from Good At times the plot was a bit slow, but it was still a very enjoyable book.
Date published: 2018-02-13
Rated 4 out of 5 by from beautiful book i liked it, for me it was a slow read but still a beautiful book
Date published: 2018-02-10
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Oh, I love this one This is a writer who was born to write. No joke. Rogerson has such beautiful prose that weave delicately into the narrative without overwhelming the reader. The plot is short and some parts are rushed along a bit too quickly, which I can see why some might not like it, and normally I would agree, but something about this story makes me forgive the quick plotline and love it for all it's worth anyway. I think a large part of that has to do with how breathtaking the writing is.
Date published: 2018-02-06
Rated 3 out of 5 by from Okay Read I really had mixed feelings about the plot. I do like the setting and the incorporation of faeries, but I didn't really like the direction the story was going in general. It was fast-paced and had adventure/action, but for me, reading it was just..okay. The cover is really, really nice, though. Major props to the artist.
Date published: 2018-01-15
Rated 3 out of 5 by from very similar to ACOTAR I would suggest this book maybe to people who didn't enjoy ACOTAR but liked the overall story idea. Very very very similar, to the point where it sometimes seems like it's a copy cat book
Date published: 2018-01-04
Rated 4 out of 5 by from Liked It A unique take on faerie stories. I really enjoyed this.
Date published: 2018-01-01
Rated 3 out of 5 by from ok I loved everything about this book!
Date published: 2017-12-18
Rated 4 out of 5 by from Great writing! The writing was beautiful. I couldn’t inhale the words any faster, I kept making myself slow down to appreciate the writing even though I could have finished it in one sitting. The descriptions of the woods and the creatures and just bones and food in general was amazing. Wonderfully complete in terms of writing.
Date published: 2017-12-07
Rated 4 out of 5 by from Enjoyable This one is an enjoyable read, but I found it lacked a bit of plot throughout the story. The characters were pretty interesting so that made up for it a little bit. Not really instalove either which is a plus. #plumreview
Date published: 2017-11-28
Rated 3 out of 5 by from ok Really enjoyed the characters.
Date published: 2017-11-13
Rated 3 out of 5 by from ok reading this gave me a different perspective
Date published: 2017-11-08
Rated 4 out of 5 by from An intelligent and unique fae story A fantastic, fun read with a lot of heart with lush and evocative writing. At times the plot felt a bit simplistic and obvious, but this may be because Rogerson sticks quite closely to traditional Celtic representations of fairies, though she adds her own twist in delightful ways. I loved Rook, the hero, and Isobel was very entertaining—more than once I laughed out loud at the conversations between these two characters. I can’t help but address the comparisons to A Court of Thorns and Roses, which are apt in that the setup is similar but the execution is quite different. I love that An Enchantment of Ravens stands on its own and that this is a singular title without any planned sequels. There are unanswered questions at the end but I like that Rogerson allows readers to use their imagination about the characters’ lives after the end of this story.
Date published: 2017-11-02
Rated 4 out of 5 by from A nice afternoon read I flew through this book. Wonderful main characters and nice descriptions. I like how the main character stuck to her morals throughout.
Date published: 2017-10-31
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Phenomenal This was a masterpiece in my opinion. I always read a book with an open mind and this one really made an impression within the first sentence. I am also a fan of the artist of the cover, Charlie Bowater which was why I wanted to give this one a read. When I completed it, it became the best novel I have ever read and I have read thousands! Absolutely amazing.
Date published: 2017-10-29
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Love I absolutely loved this book. It felt like I couldn't put it down. If you like fairy tale stories you will too. One of my best reads of the year so far.
Date published: 2017-10-25
Rated 2 out of 5 by from Review posted on Goodreads! Mini review: DNF This book has taken the book community in a storm. It's constantly being talked about and has really great reviews. When I saw it at my library I decided to give it a go. Unfortunately it wasn't for me. One thing I should mention is that I don't really care for fairies. I wanted to read this despite that anyways. The writing style was beautiful and the magic system was interesting. The problem was that it was somewhat boring and Isobel. Isobel seemed to loose all her common sense and weariness of fairies around Rook. Which was just depressing. And it is a journey book so if that doesn't work for you I would stay away from this book. I do still recommend it. If you can get past the insta-love then I'm sure you'll enjoy this.
Date published: 2017-10-22
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Very enchanting! A fantastic read for young readers! The writer borrows from old faerie lore and puts her own spin on it and thereby creating her own world that is both familiar and new. I thoroughly enjoyed reading this book and would highly recommend it!
Date published: 2017-10-14
Rated 3 out of 5 by from girl with a craft in love with a raven I really enjoyed this book. I thought it was delighful and lovely. The characters are very insta lovey dovy but cute. I love the magical part. the craft is very unque and epic.
Date published: 2017-10-09
Rated 5 out of 5 by from An Enchanting Read I just finished this book, and I must say - it was wonderful! It was sweet and magical and full of wonder. I really enjoyed it. Admittedly, I didn't find that there all that much action or intensity, as it was more focused on the romance and the romantic notions of fae and the forest(s). Even so, it was a book I really loved. The writing style was lyrical and vivid. I really loved how the fae were described (especially when their glamours were removed!) and, I gotta say, the Autumn Prince is definitely a new favourite character!
Date published: 2017-10-01
Rated 5 out of 5 by from An Enthralling, Magical Fantasy! “An Enchantment of Ravens” an innovative and imaginative blend of adventure and romance with shades of beauty and beast in the makeup of the main characters, heats up when Isobel’s portrait of the autumn prince offends him and Rook whisks her away to the autumnlands to stand trial for her crime. Trudging across country, their tempers clashing Isobel and Rook are accosted by terrifying fairy creatures, pursued by Hemlock and the ghostly hounds of the Wild Hunt and even face the Barrow Lord in the burial mounds; all influenced by the taint of the Alder King. Struggling to survive the pair not only begin to trust each other but find love, a violation against the Good Law which forbids any romantic interaction between the two races. Given a choice between Isobel drinking from the Green Well and transforming into an immortal or dying for breaking the law, Isobel and Rook fight back, hatching a plan that has her using her Craft to threaten the power of the Alder King as well as a violent confrontation that could change the fairy lands forever. In a fast-paced story filled with action Margaret Rogerson creates a beautiful, graceful and immortal race of fair folk who hide their imperfections, temperamentally and physically under magical glamours. With the ability to wield magic but unable to write, paint or even bake bread without crumbling to dust, they thirst for human Craft so prize Isobel’s portraits. Although unable to lie, they are deceptive especially in their offers of enchantments as payment, humans suffering from the bargains they make. But in this tale Isobel has learned to voice her request skilfully avoiding their trap. Wonderfully descriptive the author brings to life the land of Whimsy where summer never changes and the human residents seek wealth and beauty as well as the courts of the fair folk marked by different seasons where emotions in the non-human race are absent and they suffer the tediousness of immortality. Intensity and suspense slowly build as Isobel and Rook survive one challenge after another in their journey to the autumnlands only to escalate when they face the repercussions of their growing love which is unmasked in the Spring court. Love, adventure and even a taste of mystery heighten a story that’s a page-turner from beginning to end. Like the plot the characters have a complexity that makes them unforgettable. Isabel haunted by a family tragedy lives with her aunt and the unique twins March and May. She’s practical, selfless, caring but wary of her powerful patrons. Arrogant, self-centered, and proud Rook, the autumn price fears little except his power slipping, and the feeling that something is wrong and that he’s not worthy of the crown, especially when Isobel captures mortal sorrow in his eyes in her painting of him. Yet it’s also characters like Gadfly, Lark and the other fae folk that seize your attention and hold it with their lack of emotion, cruelty, their emptiness, thoughtlessness and dishonesty. I thoroughly enjoyed “An Enchantment of Ravens” a well-written and intoxicating fantasy I couldn’t put down until finished. I hope that Margaret Rogerson will continue to write further stories about the fae courts and their interaction with humanity in future
Date published: 2017-09-26

Read from the Book

An Enchantment of Ravens One MY PARLOR smelled of linseed oil and spike lavender, and a dab of lead tin yellow glistened on my canvas. I had nearly perfected the color of Gadfly’s silk jacket. The trick with Gadfly was persuading him to wear the same clothes for every session. Oil paint needs days to dry between layers, and he had trouble understanding I couldn’t just swap his entire outfit for another he liked better. He was astonishingly vain even by fair folk standards, which is like saying a pond is unusually wet, or a bear surprisingly hairy. All in all, it was a disarming quality for a creature who could murder me without rescheduling his tea. “I might have some silver embroidery done about the wrists,” he said. “What do you think? You could add that, couldn’t you?” “Of course.” “And if I chose a different cravat . . .” Inwardly, I rolled my eyes. Outwardly, my face ached with the polite smile I’d maintained for the past two and a half hours. Rudeness was not an affordable mistake. “I could alter your cravat, as long as it’s more or less the same size, but I’d need another session to finish it.” “You truly are a wonder. Much better than the previous portrait artist—that fellow we had the other day. What was his name? Sebastian Manywarts? Oh, I didn’t like him, he always smelled a bit strange.” It took me a moment to realize Gadfly was referring to Silas Merryweather, a master of the Craft who died over three hundred years ago. “Thank you,” I said. “What a thoughtful compliment.” “How engaging it is to see the Craft change over time.” Barely listening, he selected one of the cakes from the tray beside the settee. He didn’t eat it immediately, but rather sat staring at it, as an entomologist might having discovered a beetle with its head on backward. “One thinks one has seen the best humans have to offer, and suddenly there’s a new method of glazing china, or these fantastic little cakes with lemon curd inside.” By now I was used to fair folk mannerisms. I didn’t look away from his left sleeve, and kept dabbing on the silk’s glossy yellow shine. However, I remembered a time in which the fair folk’s behavior had unsettled me. They moved differently than humans: smoothly, precisely, with a peculiar stiffness to their posture, and never put so much as a finger out of place. They could remain still for hours without blinking, or they could move with such fearsome swiftness as to be upon you before you could even gasp in surprise. I sat back, brush in hand, and took in the portrait in its entirety. It was nearly finished. There lay Gadfly’s petrified likeness, as unchanging as he was. Why the fair folk so desired portraits was beyond me. I supposed it had something to do with vanity, and their insatiable thirst to surround themselves with human Craft. They would never reflect on their youth, because they knew nothing else, and by the time they died, if they even did, their portraits would be long rotted away to nothing. Gadfly appeared to be a man in his middle thirties. Like every example of his kind he was tall, slim, and beautiful. His eyes were the clear crystal blue of the sky after rain has washed away the summer heat, his complexion as pale and flawless as porcelain, and his hair the radiant silver-gold of dew illuminated by a sunrise. I know it sounds ridiculous, but fair folk require such comparisons. There’s simply no other way to describe them. Once, a Whimsical poet died of despair after finding himself unequal to the task of capturing a fair one’s beauty in simile. I think it more likely he died of arsenic poisoning, but so the story goes. You must keep in mind, of course, that all of this is only a glamour, not what they really look like underneath. Fair folk are talented dissemblers, but they can’t lie outright. Their glamour always has a flaw. Gadfly’s flaw was his fingers; they were far too long to be human and sometimes appeared oddly jointed. If someone looked at his hands too long he would lace them together or scurry them under a napkin like a pair of spiders to put them out of sight. He was the most personable fair one I knew, far more relaxed about manners than the rest of them, but staring was never a good idea—unless, like me, you had a good reason to. Finally, Gadfly ate the cake. I didn’t see him chew before he swallowed. “We’re just about finished for the day,” I told him. I wiped my brush on a rag, then dropped it into the jar of linseed oil beside my easel. “Would you like to take a look?” “Need you even ask? Isobel, you know I’d never pass up the opportunity to admire your Craft.” Before I knew it Gadfly stood leaning over my shoulder. He kept a courteous space between us, but his inhuman scent enveloped me: a ferny green fragrance of spring leaves, the sweet perfume of wildflowers. Beneath that, something wild—something that had roamed the forest for millennia, and had long spidery fingers that could crush a human’s throat while its owner wore a cordial smile. My heart skipped a beat. I am safe in this house, I reminded myself. “I believe I do like this cravat best after all,” he said. “Exquisite work, as always. Now, what am I paying you, again?” I stole a glance at his elegant profile. A strand of hair had slipped from the blue ribbon at the nape of his neck as if by accident. I wondered why he’d arranged it that way. “We agreed on an enchantment for our hens,” I reminded him. “Each of them will lay six good eggs per week for the rest of their lives, and they must not die early for any reason.” “So practical.” He sighed at the tragedy. “You are the most admired Crafter of this age. Imagine all the things I could give you! I could make pearls drop from your eyes in place of tears. I could lend you a smile that enslaves men’s hearts, or a dress that once beheld is never forgotten. And yet you request eggs.” “I quite like eggs,” I replied firmly, well aware that the enchantments he described would all turn strange and sour, even deadly, in the end. Besides, what on earth would I do with men’s hearts? I couldn’t make an omelette out of them. “Oh, very well, if you insist. You’ll find the enchantment in effect beginning tomorrow. With that I’m afraid I must be off—I’ve the embroidery to ask after.” I stood with a creak of my chair and dropped him a curtsy as he paused at the door. He gave an elegant bow in response. Like most fair folk he was adept at pretending he returned the courtesy by choice, not a strict compulsion that was, to him, as necessary as breathing. “Aha,” he added, straightening, “I’d nearly forgotten. We’ve had gossip in the spring court that the autumn prince is going to pay you a visit. Imagine that! I look forward to hearing whether he manages to sit through an entire session, or hares off after the Wild Hunt as soon as he’s arrived.” I wasn’t able to school my expression at the news. I stood gaping at Gadfly until a puzzled smile crossed his lips and he extended his pale hand in my direction, perhaps trying to determine whether I’d died standing up, not an unreasonable concern, as to him humans no doubt seemed to expire at the slightest provocation. “The autumn—” My voice came out rough. I closed my mouth and cleared my throat. “Are you quite certain? I was under the impression the autumn prince did not visit Whimsy. No one has seen him in hundreds . . .” Words failed me. “I assure you, he is alive and well. Why, I saw him at a ball just yesterday. Or was it last month? In any event, he shall be here tomorrow. Do pass on my regards.” “It—it will be an honor,” I stammered, mentally cringing at my uncharacteristic loss of composure. Suddenly in need of fresh air, I crossed the room to open the door. I showed Gadfly out and stood gazing across the field of summer wheat as his figure receded up the path. A cloud passed beneath the sun, and a shadow fell across my house. The season never changed in Whimsy, but as first one leaf dropped from the tree in the lane, and then another, I couldn’t help but feel some transformation was afoot. Whether or not I approved of it remained to be seen.

Editorial Reviews

"The setting is deftly conveyed through dialogue and character interactions, thus avoiding any heavy exposition, and Rogerson keeps a nice balance between the development of Isobel and Rook’s relationship and the action of the plot. The book’s final clash between faerie and mortal is thrilling, but the motivations of the major villain have a touching resonance with Isobel and Rook’s inescapable reality as mortal and immortal lovers. Fans of May’s The Falconer (BCCB 6/14) will happily flock to this tale"