I LOVED this installment in the Singing Hills cycle. Each novella brings us a new spin on the story-within-a-story framework, and each explores a new corner within that framework - grief and memory (Mammoths at the Gate), history's storytellers and shapers (When the Tigers Came Down the Mountain), history's celebrated and forgotten (Into the Riverlands), the power of the forgotten to bend and break empires (The Empress of Salt and Fortune), and now, with the Brides of High Hill, the illusion - and temptation - of control. This story is an expertly woven tale that almost feels like a fever dream, as it leans more into horror than previous installments. Highly recommend the entire cycle, but this one now ranks among my favorites.