The Twistrose Key, by Tone Almhjell

Her mother collected old songs that would otherwise have died with the last people who knew them. In August, she had unexpectedly been offered a teaching position at the university. It meant that she could pass them on, all those theories of broken knights and bergfolk.
-Tone Almhjell, The Twistrose Key

Summerhill, the farm where Lin had lived for all her eleven years, where the fields smelled of freshly turned soil and the mountains hugged the stars between their peaks.
-Tone Almhjell, The Twistrose Key

At home, she and her best friend, Niklas, would have snowball fights until their fingers were numb and blue, and they would have to warm them on Grandma Alma’s giant cups of hot chocolate. And when dusk crept down the mountain slopes, they would make snow lights, little igloos with candles inside, that sent flickering beams up the frozen stream. “The better to ward off the enemy,” Niklas would laugh, and Lin would laugh as well, scanning the forest edge for eyes.
-Tone Almhjell, The Twistrose Key

A faint snatch of music murmured in her ear. It must have come from the kitchen above, except it wasn’t the usual hoarse violins, but a sweet, soft humming that made her think of Summerhill, and deep woods, and secret maps.
-Tone Almhjell, The Twistrose Key

Yet it was the sky that truly confounded her. Its colors were that of winter dusk, soft blue with golden, bleeding edges that told of a sunset beyond the mountains. Above the towering peaks at the end of the vale hung a most extraordinary light, streaking across the sky like a comet of a suspended shooting star. A halo of curved blades churned around its head, and its tail danced like northern lights.
-Tone Almhjell, The Twistrose Key

A dark-haired boy of Lin’s age stared up at her with sapphire eyes. He sat in a window seat, clutching an orb of glass that glowed silver milk and golden white like a captured star. Though he smiled faintly for the camera, there was something about the pull of his mouth that made Lin think this boy was very sad.
-Tone Almhjell, The Twistrose Key

“Millions of children see the crystals swirl out of the sky,” he continued. “Some watch from their windows; others run outside to play. But all of them are possessed by glee, for while grown-ups worry about shoveling and frozen pipes and slippery roads, children know only wild joy when there is sudden snow.”
-Tone Almhjell, The Twistrose Key

They were moving through a neighborhood called Wishboxes, named for its lavish window displays. On the opposite side of the street, a black cat was scrutinizing his reflection among pies and chocolate loaves in a bakery window.
-Tone Almhjell, The Twistrose Key

She would have loved to go inside. Laughter and fiddle tunes drifted out from the rose-painted booths, along with a lovely smell of savory pastries.
-Tone Almhjell, The Twistrose Key

And though rain drummed on her windowpane, her dreams were all of snow.
-Tone Almhjell, The Twistrose Key

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