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The day Anne Tinning turns seventeen, birds fall from the sky. But that’s hardly the most upsetting news. She’s being dismissed from the home she’s served at since she was a child, and shipped off to become the newly hired parlor maid for a place she’s never heard of. And when she sees the run-down, isolated house, she instantly knows why:
There’s something wrong with Rosewood Manor.
Staffed with only three other servants, all gripped by icy silence and inexplicable bruises, and inhabited by a young master who is as cold as the place itself, the house is shrouded in neglect and thick with fear. Her questions are met with hushed whispers, and she soon finds herself alone in the empty halls, left to tidy and clean rooms no one visits.
As the feeling of being watched grows, she begins to realize there is something else in the house with them–some creature that stalks the frozen halls and claws at her door. A creature that seems intent on harming her.
When a fire leaves Anne trapped in the manor with its Master, she finally demands to know why. But as she forces the truth about what haunts the grounds from Lord Grey, she learns secrets she isn’t prepared for. The creature is very real, and she’s the only one who can help him stop it.
Now, Anne must either risk her life for the young man she’s grown to admire, or abandon her post while she still can.
What more can I say than I absolutely adore this book! The voice and descriptions are so perfect to the period, bringing this story to life! Cano’s writing is simply gorgeous. I could read her descriptions over and over again, and never tire of them! The slow blooming and reluctant love story is so refreshing, and the tension practically drips from pages. Rose Master is one of my favorite reads this year, and I eagerly await Cano’s next book, whatever it may be!
And if that wasn’t enough, enjoy some of my favorite quotes below!
On the half-frozen pane were dozens of moths, their muslin wings extended in paused flight, their impassive faces staring at me. I’d never seen so many before, their spun sugar bodies covering every inch of the glass.
The sun stroked my face with warmth that all but commanded my eyelids to waver.
I did not say anything in particular, just the nonsense a mother would say to a slumbering child to keep the dark wings of nightmares away, but it seemed to soothe the poor beasts.
His complexion would have been ruddy in better conditions, but at the moment, he looked like a slab of cold cheese, pockmarked and sagging.
Most Lords and Ladies would rather crumble to ash with thirst than fetch themselves a glass of water.
I moved through the room, snatching every sheet off until they were all piled up in one corner, a great mound of cotton snow.
I swam up through layers of twisted dreams to the dark and cold of my room.
Each time I saw him, he was reduced, like a photograph left in the sun, growing lighter and lighter until it sank into the white background.
His voice was like the sea at night, the waves coming in and out of darkness. Some words were brushed by light, some cool with black.
My heart sped up without my permission, a precognitive contraction that I would forever recall.
See what I mean??? Absolutely gorgeous. Now go grab a copy already!!!
About the Author
Valentina Cano is a student of classical singing who spends whatever free time she has either reading or writing. She also watches over a veritable army of pets, including her five, very spoiled, snakes. Her works have appeared in numerous publications and her poetry has been nominated for the Pushcart Prize and Best of the Web. She lives in Miami, Florida.
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