“A stall selling cloaks in all the colours of the sky, from the first blush of dawn to deep as midnight and spangled with stars.” StarsHolly BlackThe Stolen HeirCloaksSurenWrenColoursSpangledThe Undry Market Book:The Stolen Heir Source: The Stolen Heir
“Don't have gold?' calls an antlered shopkeeper. 'Pay with a lock of hair, a year of your life, a dream you wish to never have again.” FantasyHolly BlackThe Stolen HeirPaymentsShopkeeperThe Undry Market Book:The Stolen Heir Source: The Stolen Heir