You guys. Oh, you guys. Read them if you like... uh, books. I guess it falls under fantasy, but it was so much more than that. Stories upon stories filled with monopods and firebirds and Djinn and saints and girls with stories written upon their eyelids. It was completely beautiful and I am so sad that it's over now. I need to go read everything she's ever written right this minute.
(For the record: I am a wee bit drunk right now, but that didn't make the book any less beautiful.)