"Cai gets up, goes to the window, and opens the shutters. The sight that greets him moves him in so many ways that he is left in absolutely no doubt as to his own regard for his new wife. Morgana, still in her white, sleeveless nightgown, her feet bare, her hair loose and wild, runs in the meadow, the dogs dancing with her...She runs with the joy of a free spirit, a child of the hills...(And) Cai has never seen anyone so beautiful."
This book is set at Ffynnon Las in Wales during the early nineteenth century. If you're not a fan of historical fiction, don't worry; this story is so well-written I never once got bogged down in the historical details. And it's impossible not to get caught up in Cai and Morgana's struggles, shy romance, and growing love. Because at its heart, The Winter Witch is a love story. Maybe that's why I liked it so much.