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Pages: 216
Size: 5.00 x 8.00 in
Pages: 216
A Beauty. A Beast. A Curse. This is not the story you know.
Join author Heather Rose Jones on a new and magical journey into the heart of a familiar fairytale. Meet Alys, eldest daughter of a merchant, a merchant who foolishly plucks a rose from a briar as he flees from the home of a terrifying fay Beast and his seemingly icy sister. Now Alys must pay the price to save his life and allow the Beast, the once handsome Philippe, to pay court to her.
But Alys has never fallen in love with anyone; how can she love a Beast? The fairy Peronelle, waiting in the woods to see the culmination of her curse, is sure that she will fail. Yet, if she does, Philippe’s sister Grace and her beloved Eglantine, trapped in an enchanted briar in the garden, will pay a terrible price. Unless Alys can find another way…
Publisher: Queen of Swords Press
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Word Count: 39000
Setting: France
Languages Available: English
Word Count: 39000
Setting: France
Languages Available: English
Ah, Peronelle! You are patient now. Patient enough to stand outside the gates of Bettencourt for days to see what might befall. You were not so patient when you were...but no, you were not young then. It has been very long since you were young, hasn’t it? The fée are young only once and old for a very long time. But one may be impatient at any age. Do you remember when you were young, Peronelle? Do you remember the glittering halls of Tourdespine and the guests your parents hosted for balls and hunting parties. How they would ride out to slip between the worlds and tease those in mortal lands. Do you remember learning to walk the worlds for yourself? How to draw glamour after you to hide the truth from mortal eyes? Do you remember how it felt to be new come into your power and uncertain? To make mistakes? But one may be foolish and make mistakes at any age. Isn’t that so, Peronelle?
READ MOREThere was no need for patience then. You were eager to seize the world in your hands, to touch each seed of promise and feel it grow beneath your fingers. Green and growing things were your gift. You knew how the world worked in the certainty of your power. Your parents left Tourdespine in your keeping and went to walk the worlds again. That is what fée do when they see their children grown and settled. Your fame and power increased. You were certain of the shape your life would take. The world had rules and you knew them as you knew the stone walls of Tourdespine.
You knew with a certainty beyond doubt where your path would lead. Just as you had thrived in your parents’ affection, you knew what love to expect from a husband, from a child. But the world has plans of its own.
