Weaver
The Weaver of the Wood is an ancient creature whose home lies in a forest on the eastern edge of the empty neutral territory at the heart of Prythian.
The Weaver has a young, supple body, white hands and beautiful black hair, but her face is gray, wrinkled, sagging and dry. Rotting black pits sit where her eyes should be, her nose is half caved in, and her lips have withered to dark lines around a mouth full of jagged stumps for teeth. Her voice, by contrast, sounds young and lovely.
The land around her wood has no High Lord, and its law is made by whoever is strongest, meanest and most cunning. The Weaver sits at the top of that food chain. Moss and lichen cover the trees so thickly that the bark barely shows, and the air is tight and stale. She keeps a trove, and in her house she works at a wheel.
How far into A Court of Thorns and Roses have you read?
Set your place and this page rewrites itself to exactly that point. Nothing ahead of you will show.