“It was the sound of his violin that first cast a spell on Edith. Even before she saw him, the restless notes of his melody drew her to him… His music danced into her heart to free her troubled soul from its cage, and she stood mesmerised.”
Today’s first lines are taken from The Snow Song, which is my newest festive book purchase. After reading the review from my friend Brown Flopsy last month I knew I had to read this book. You can read that review here.
Women imprisoned by superstition, chained by guilt.
Perched on a mountain in a land of ancient forests is a village, rife with secrets. Cut off from the outside world it is run by the elders, men to whom tradition is all.
Edith lives alone with her alcoholic father who is forcing her to marry the village butcher. But she is in love with a shepherd who promised to return to her.
As the village becomes isolated in a sea of snow, Edith loses her power of speech. And it is this enchantment that will have far-reaching consequences, not only for Edith but for the whole village.
How magical and mesmerising does this sound? You can buy the book here.