If the careful, warming rapport between Toadling and Sir Halim won you over—the wary guardian behind the brambles slowly trusting the courteous knight—then you’ll love the way Tobias, an ancient woodland keeper, gradually opens up to Henry Silver in Silver in the Wood. Like the hedge-wrapped tower and its dangerous secret, this forest holds old curses and quieter magic, and the relationship at its heart unfolds with the same patient tenderness and hard-earned hope.

You enjoyed how Thornhedge balances protective magic with genuine kindness—Toadling’s hedge is a warning and a welcome, and her shy friendship with Sir Halim is all grace and tea-slow warmth. In The Very Secret Society of Irregular Witches, Mika’s careful, nurturing magic creates a haven for misfit children and a prickly librarian, trading duels for domestic spells, much like how Toadling’s choices protect rather than conquer. It’s cozy, charming, and brimming with found comfort.

If the way Thornhedge flipped the Sleeping Beauty script—where the tower hides danger and the ‘monster’ is actually the protector—delighted you, Spinning Silver offers a similarly sharp, folklore-rich reimagining. Miryem’s bargains with frosty fae upend who is victim, villain, or savior, echoing Toadling’s secretive mission and the peril coiled inside the bramble-choked tower. It’s full of crisp winter magic, moral complexity, and satisfying reversals.

If you loved Thornhedge’s intimate focus—a single tower, a hedge, two people learning each other’s rhythms amid fae secrets—then Emily Wilde’s field notes and her banter with the infuriatingly charming Wendell will hit the same sweet spot. As Emily documents uncanny folk and their rules, the story stays close and personal, much like Toadling’s marsh-born past and her quiet exchanges with Sir Halim beside the thorns.

If the fluid, uncanny feel of Thornhedge’s magic—the hedge that grows like a living warning, Toadling’s fae-taught craft, and a curse that resists tidy solutions—appealed to you, The Witch’s Heart embraces that same loose, mythic texture. Angrboda’s choices ripple through gods and monsters without tidy spellwork diagrams, and her protective love mirrors Toadling’s fierce, quiet resolve to keep the world safe from what sleeps in the tower.