“A lesson without pain is meaningless. For you cannot gain anything without sacrificing something else in return, but once you have overcome it and made it your own…you will gain an irreplaceable fullmetal heart.”
Surely magic should be magical? Surely magic is to dream? Where is the wonder of England’s past? Of magic’s golden age? There is no mention of the Raven King, except to insult him and strike him low, to purge him from what we do. Norrell calls this the magic of the modern age. I say it is commonplace, mundane. I say that there is much more to English magic than this. There is no mention of the discoveries I have made at my peril. No mention of the Raven King’s Roads - or why they have been hidden behind the mirrors of England. Norrell is too afraid to question why The Raven King would do such a thing, too afraid to explore where those roads might lead. Afraid it will take us to places we never intended to go.
They say there’s a powerful sorceress living in the forest, able to change her shape at will, leading men to their doom…
Killian Jones is not afraid of magic or legends; he’s seen and lived through too much for that. But when he is hired to steal the Swan Witch’s wings, he stumbles into a tale of betrayal, revenge, and a terrible curse. And his heart, silenced for so long, refuses to stay out of it.