(A Wylder Tale #3)
By Jennifer Silverwood
YA Dark Fantasy
Paperback & ebook
December 21st 2018
Beware the bond between blood and beasts...
Vynasha has united the warring human and forgotten clans of Wylderland, claiming her majik and power as curse breaker. Her brother, Ceddrych keeps their nephew safely hidden away while Vynasha and her new allies fight against the feral beasts roaming their borders.
Meanwhile, her friendship with the Iceveins family deepens, unveiling a love she never expected. But her majik is still bound to the cursed prince she left behind and he isn't done fighting for her soul.
Darker forces walk in the forests, all drawn to Vynasha's light and the shade of a corrupt Enchantress haunts her waking dreams. A war is about to begin, between the forgotten people of Wylderland and the evil power of Bitterhelm.
Prophecy and Forgotten unite in the epic third chapter of the Wylder Tales Series, a gothic re-telling of Beauty and the Beast.
The Wylder Tales Series
Craving Beauty (Vol. 1)
Wolfsbane's Daughter (Vol. 1.5)
Scarred Beauty (Vol. 2)
Bound Beauty (Vol. 3)
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That night, they danced among the Hall of Mirrors, as summer moonlight filtered through the windows. He had kept them closed for so long, but wanted to see the way the stars played off her hair. She was light and laughter incarnate.
He proposed after their prancing steps fell into a sensuous lilt. She sucked in a breath, indeed every servant and even the walls seemed to still, waiting for her reply.
Her smile was soft as she whispered, “Yes.”
Their laughter spilled past jubilant kisses. He spun her in circles, dancing with her until they had reached the rose garden. It would be midnight soon. But this time, he knew he would not transform. She had changed him. They had changed one another.
They planned their future together.
“My brother will surely come to the castle again, now. I have written to him and Mother. They will want to see my new husband.”
“You may invite whomever you wish, my starlight.”
“Tonight, I am so happy I won’t tease you, my prince.”
He kissed her, until she froze beneath him with a sudden jolt. Grendall barely caught her neck as her back spasmed. “Lou? Luanor, my love, what is it?” Her eyes stretched wide and unseeing while tears fell down her cheeks. Her mouth stretched open only moments before an unholy scream poured from her throat.
Grendall knew, even as he cried over her, begged her to come back to him, to “fight it!” As Odym and Hvalla and the others helped him carry her to her room. And later, as he was forced to leave her behind for the dungeon for his black cell. Her screams followed his every step, accompanied his transformation when he lost all sense of self. And in the morning, when he woke, Odym’s expression told him she was lost to him forever.
“Where is she,” he stated, too flat and lifeless to carry emotion.
Odym led the prince to Luanor’s new cell. The dungeon was so full, only two rooms were left unoccupied now. She lay curled in the corner, a broken, whimpering creature. When he pressed against the bars, whispering her name like a kiss, she snarled and turned on him. She was nothing like the glorious Wolv he had seen before. Now she was a twisted, tortured mockery of her former beauty. The curse had done this to her. His mother had ruined the one beautiful thing he dared to keep.
“I did this,” he whispered to Luanor, to Odym standing silent behind him.
“You could not have known, boy. None of us would have thought…” the old wyne choked on a sob.
Grendall swallowed back the bile forming in his throat and his voice sounded harsher then, as he gripped the iron bars. “I want you to find mother’s steward and bring him to me.”
“B-but Your Grace, you exiled him not long after Sor—after she faded.”
Grendall growled at the fear in his manservant’s voice. “Then you shall find him and give him exactly what he wanted when he helped her murder my father.”
Odym gasped but did not dare touch him. “No, you must not! You cannot give up. Please…I promised—”
“Tell him,” Grendall interrupted, “I am no longer Master of this castle. Tell him he can be the prince of what is left of my kingdom. I do not want it any longer.”
Odym sighed, too old and heartbroken to argue further. “What will you do? You cannot leave the boundary, she saw to that.”
Grendall pressed his forehead to the bars, his gaze locked with the amber eyes of the beast he would love eternal. “I will remain here, where I belong until the stones around us fade to dust.”
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About the Author
Jennifer Silverwood was raised deep in the heart of Texas and has been spinning yarns a mile high since childhood. In her spare time she reads and writes and tries to sustain her wanderlust, whether it’s the Carpathian Mountains in Transylvania, the highlands of Ecuador or a road trip to the next town. Always on the lookout for her next adventure, in print or reality, she dreams of one day proving to the masses that everything really is better in Texas. She is the author of two series—Heaven's Edge and Wylder Tales—and the stand-alone titles Stay and Silver Hollow.
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