SOLARPUNK CREATURES comes out next week! Here’s author Jerri Jerreat sharing a sneak peek of her story “The Wetlands vs The Mayor.”
SOLARPUNK CREATURES comes out January 16th! Here’s a sneak peak of author Andrew Knighton reading from his story “The Business of Bees”
Author Reading: Lauren C Teffeau
SOLARPUNK CREATURES author Lauren C Teffeau shares an excerpt from her short story “Water Cycle”
A reading from "Returning the Favor" by Lynden Wade, about a fairy godmother who takes the shape of a toad.
Text of the Excerpt:
“Grandmother! You don’t recognize me. The princess who rescued her prince from an iron stove?”
The title she uses, I must tell you now, is out of respect for my age. I ask all the girls who come here to address me this way.
“Of course! Alina, isn’t it?” It’s not just the breeches. She looks taller, stronger, her mouth set more decisively. A determined woman, altogether unlike the weeping girl who knocked on my door—I try to count the days in my head—yes, about a year ago.
“That’s right.”
“But—why are you here? Did you free the prince?” The girls never come back. I try not to let my worry sound in my voice, but I can feel my eyes bulge. Well, my eyes always bulge these days. After fifty years in this shape, I ought to be used to it.
Author Claire Noelle Thomas reads an excerpt from "In the Name of Gold" from Mothers of Enchantment: New Tales of Fairy Godmothers.
Text of the Excerpt:
Straw into gold.
Was it coincidence?
I wasn’t particularly skilled compared to others of my kind. I couldn’t shapeshift into beasts, or forge magical weapons, or grant wishes. But I could spin straw into gold.
It was an empty trick, a pointless transformation. Gold thread was impractical, too heavy and unwieldy for sewing. It had no place in the homespun, sunlit world of the town, just as I didn’t.
Yet for once, my useless talent was a matter of life and death.
I can save her.
It would be wiser to mind my own business. If I slipped away, I could leave the door unlatched and let the girl make her own escape.
But I knew the loneliness of a life spent skulking in shadows. And that was what her future would be, for it was clear that neither the king nor the girl’s father would intervene to spare her life. For them, she was a means to an end, the chaff they wished to transform into riches. Their willingness to abandon her to this impossible task betrayed their greed as surely as it sealed her fate.
Vivica Reeves shares a section from “Forgetful Frost.”
Text of the Excerpt:
“Morozko, King of the Frost.”
A name he did not remember, but he answered to it. Though he knew it was not his name. Just as he knew the call of frost. Just as he knew that Spring needed him. Just as he knew that he needed her to continue their dance. Whatever his name was before he woke up in frost, he knew not.
“I have need of you.”
Name or not, their dance continued. Slowly, his weariness would melt away in her presence. He would give a nod. With sad, familiar bluebell eyes that awakened the nerves in his cold piercing skin, Spring would ask him to go. Go to this village, preserve these plants, then keep going, and he would. He could never refuse her, just as he could never fully forget the pain and that she never stayed. She never came close to him. She would only request his help and leave. It hurt and left him colder than before; still, they would continue their dance.
Things changed when Spring came and walked with him.
MOTHERS OF ENCHANTMENT: New Tales of Fairy Godmothers comes out next week! Here's an excerpt from "The Venetian Glass Girl," read by the author Abi Marie Palmer.
Text of the Excerpt:
Have you ever heard of the Venetian glass girl? It is a tale that may seem beyond belief in today’s world, but this story takes place in an era of magic. During that time, Michelangelo was extracting giants from marble in Florence and Copernicus was redrawing the heavens in Bologna. In an age of such marvels, is it so unbelievable that a kind fairy and an artisan could make a living child of glass? I invite you to read on and judge for yourself.
On the Venetian island of Murano, there lived an old glassblower named Teodor. Teodor was a talented craftsman whose work was prized by many patrons and collectors. Yet, despite his success, he was unhappy. He lived alone above his workshop and had no family in the world. He was a shy individual, with a deeply lined face and raincloud eyes. He was friendly to his assistants, kind to stray dogs and honest with his customers. Almost everybody liked him, but nobody knew him well enough to love him.
Author Reading: Kim Malinowski
Author Kim Malinowski introduces us to "Flick: The Fairy Godmother."
Text of the Excerpt:
Flick sat in the back of the Fae Place, cinched in dark fabrics, poison berry lipstick etched on thin lips, feet propped on the table, daring the others to comment on her black combat petals—intimidating while protecting her feet. She slammed the “Dragon Piss” she had been holding on the table. “Dragon Piss” was her codeword for murky water. Flick had proudly named the drink herself, because it sounded better than whispering “I’d just like a thimble of water, please.” She couldn’t drink Fae wines like the other fairies because she took seven types of berries, a swath of herbs, and was prescribed honeysuckle milk for anxiety. Her mood swings and panic attacks were gossiped about, but she was the Fairy Godmother’s apprentice. She had been chosen by the Godmother herself. Flick just didn’t like to overthink that fact, and in truth it made her more nervous than proud.
Author Kelly Jarvis reads an excerpt from "A Story of Soil and Stardust."
Text of the Excerpt:
A waning crescent moon rises in the midnight sky, its pale rays casting silver shadows across my bloodied hands.
If my krestnaya, my godmother, could see me now, surrounded by the splintered remains of my hazel tree, she would throw her head back and laugh like a madwoman.
The melodic chime of the Great Clock signals the end of the Autumn Festival. The old gossips will already be gathering in the kingdom kitchens to season their stories over steaming cups of spiced tea.
They will speak of a girl so good and kind she wore dresses spun of the sky. They will speak of a girl so good and kind she captured the heart of a Prince.
They will sprinkle goodness and kindness like seeds across their firm dough of lies, and the famished villagers, enticed by the smell of stories baking like bread, will scramble to savor the first sweet bites of their sushki.
It is true I wore a dress that shimmered with the shades of sunset. It is true I danced with a Prince, and my beauty took his breath away.
But only my godmother knows the whole truth.
I have never wanted to be good, and I have not always chosen to be kind.
Author Reading: Sonni de Soto
Author Sonni de Soto shares an excerpt from "Face in the Mirror," a truly unique Beauty and the Beast retelling.
Text of the Excerpt:
In truth, I never meant for the spell to last so long. Find one you care for, and who does so back shouldn’t have been so difficult. It’s not as if I was asking for true love—whatever that means—or even romantic love. Just any kind of love. I figured the prince would have his snit, calm down, then his parents or a friend would sit him down and have a talk with him about his inappropriate behavior. Everyone would hug and—poof—the whole ordeal would be over in, like, two hours.
But then they’d all run from him. Every one of them had fled. Leaving him all alone in this empty castle for days now.
“They’re never coming back, are they?” His voice is so quiet I can barely hear it, but I feel each word like a stab to my heart. “None of them.”
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