Holly Black
A Thorned Crown and a Sharp Tongue
I write the fae like I know them—because I do.
My desk is strewn with foxgloves, iron filings, and maps of places that don’t exist but feel more real than most. I grew up believing in changelings and blood-deep bargains, and I never stopped. I pulled faeries from the glens and dropped them in train yards and broken mansions. My characters lie, cheat, and love like their lives depend on it—because they do.
What I'm Into: rust-stained train yards, poisoned crowns, the taste of iron, wild, unrepentant magic, tea in cold rooms
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