God, reading this book was such a relief. After struggling through three of the other Best Novella nominees for the Hugo Awards 2024, it was nice to finally read a book that felt like it was written by a professional who gives a shit about her audience.
Now I’m a sucker for fairytale retellings, so I was going to be inclined to like this book regardless. Thornhedge reworks the idea of Sleeping Beauty by asking the question: do you need a hedge of thorns to keep trespassers out, or to keep a terrible monster in?
The story is told from the perspective of the guardian of the hedge and what lies within, a creature known as Toadling. Centuries ago, Toadling was stolen from her cradle and whisked away to Fairyland, where she was raised by the monstrous greenteeth as one of their own. After nine years of growing, another fairy comes to take her home, to serve as godmother to the terrible little changeling that was left in her stead. But only five days have passed in the mortal realm, and the king and queen fear that Toadling has come bearing a curse and not a gift. Toadling was, in fact, brought back to restore a balance dangerously undermined by the mischievous placement of the changeling. Alas that she messes up the bestowal of the gift — or rather the fairy price is too exacting for a little girl, even one as exposed to magic as she has been. Instead of being allowed to return to Fairy and her beloved adoptive family after completing her mission, she finds herself tied to this estate and to the little girl who usurped her place.








