Modern fairy tales were never so well written, and it is a crime that I haven’t read more of de Lint’s work. I read this volume in bits and pieces on my kindle riding to and from work on the subway. It’s not a long ride, so I had the opportunity to let his tales sit and be with me. And as good as they are (and they are) the temptation to binge these stories never really materialized. I wanted to savor them, to linger over them, but now they're done. And while I'll never be able to read them again for the first time, they'll forever occupy a small bit of my brain, and I'm glad of that!