It wasnât like in the storybooks. No witches lurked at crossroads disguised as crones, waiting to reward travelers who shared their bread. Genies didnât burst from lamps, and talking fish didnât bargain for their lives. In all the world, there was only one place humans could get wishes: Brimstoneâs shop. And there was only one currency he accepted. It wasnât gold, or riddles, or kindness, or any other fairy-tale nonsense, and no, it wasnât souls, either. It was weirder than any of that. It was teeth. -
Laini Taylor