Monday, July 7, 2014
A PLACE WHERE WORDS CAN CHANGE ENTIRE WORLDS ...
Escaping from the turmoil of a broken family, fifteen-year-old Posy finds herself at her usual haunt ... the library. This time, though, when she chooses an unfamiliar book from the shelf, she does not devour its words and pages as she usually does.
Its words devour her.
Posy is pulled into the pages of a fairy tale, even mistaken for one of its characters. But all is far from perfect in this story's Kingdom. Characters are whispering of rebellion against both their Plot and the cruel king who has seized control of it. And Posy must find a lost princess whose role in the story is crucial, before her own story comes to a horrible end ...
With the proud and haughty Prince Kyran as a reluctant companion, Posy ventures past the Borders of the Plot, into the depths of the gloomy and treacherous Wild Land forest that lies beyond. Secrets are buried there. Dark mysteries and shadowy creatures, dangerous and deadly.
Yet the deadliest danger of all is the one that Posy carries within herself.
Soon it is clear that finding the lost princess is the least of Posy's concerns. The Author of the book must be found. His Plot must be put to rights again, his characters reminded of who they were first written to be. Only then will the True Story be written, both for Posy, and for the tale she has now become a part of.
Courage and forgiveness are needed for Posy to find her way home again. But bitterness and shadows haunt her every step of the way...
Posy had no idea how to respond to this large man as he towered over her, appraising her with intense charcoal eyes. Her heart beat faster as she bowed her head slightly and lowered herself into what she hoped was a proper curtsy.
"Your Majesty," she murmured, barely daring to look back up into his face. She didn't know whether she was in awe or whether she wanted to burst out laughing at the absurdity of the situation.
"Oh, yes, quite proper!" he beamed on her. "How well you have recovered, my Evanthe."
"Evanthe?" began Posy.
"We will have to begin the Plot again now. This time a bit more carefully, wouldn't you say? We don't want anymore riding accidents, anymore straying from the lines. What would the Kingdom come to, eh?"
"Riding accidents?" Posy asked. "But I thought I was supposed to have had a fever ..."
"Ah," the king gave her a conspiratorial grin. "Yes, yes, a fever, of course."
How could he have forgotten what happened to his own daughter in such a short time? But then, Posy reasoned, I'm not his daughter, am I? Was it possible she looked so familiar to the princess Evanthe that she was truly being mistaken for her?
"But my name is Posy," she finally said cautiously. "Thank you for having helped me recover - I'm still not quite sure what has happened, it's all so confusing. But I am sure I'm not who you seem to think I am ... Your Majesty," she added as an afterthought.
The king looked down on her for several moments which seemed to stretch on, then finally he took a step closer to her. He took her arm gently in one of his large bejeweled hands and leaned toward her, closer and closer until his mouth was almost against her ear.
"Now, we can't have that sort of talk, my dear." His smooth voice was deadly as a knife wrapped in satin. Posy's heart began to pound as his grip tightened and his voice hissed just above a whisper. "People will begin to think your injury did you a lasting harm. We follow the Plot here, my daughter, and if you stray from it, you will greatly regret it. You are my daughter, Princess Evanthe. I am your father, King Melanthius. Your mother is Queen Valanor. You would do well to remember everything I tell you ... sweeting." The king's voice brightened abruptly on the last word and he released her arm from his grip.
Posy took one stumbling step backward. He reached to brush back a strand of her hair in a fatherly gesture, making a tsking noise. "Such a shame, your memory loss! It seems you have forgotten a great deal indeed." He turned on his heeled shoes and walked away down the corridor without another word.
Posy released a shaky sigh, realizing she had not been breathing. Had the king just threatened her? He, and indeed the entire Kingdom, saw her as the princess Evanthe. She wondered how she could have let the farce go on so long. This was her second day in the book. If she had known it would come to this, she would never have done it.
Then she remembered the king's voice, his breath on her face and his steely hand on her arm, and she knew it wouldn't have mattered anyway. Coldness seeped into her fingers and toes as she realized she was trapped.
This was becoming more of a nightmare than the pleasant dream she had believed it to be.
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Ashlee Willis is the author of Christian fantasy for young adults. She loves God, her family, and books, and is happiest when the three can be combined! While most of her days are balanced between writing, reading and homeschooling, she also finds time to enjoy tea with friends, forest walks, photography, and piano playing. Ashlee lives in the heart of Missouri with her husband and young son.
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