papersky‘s poem, Off With the Fairies would have given me shivers no matter what, but coming off of an autumn spent revising Bones of Faerie, it gives me double shivers.
Because in the backstory to Bones of Faerie, the familiar pattern papersky talks about–that old story of a mortal taking a faerie’s hand and off they go to the otherrealms–gets broken, and the War with the faerie folk happens instead, and everything changes.
But even unbroken, the story is an eerie one, as reading this poem also reminds me.