close.
“Now… dance me home.”
The
End
Read on for a
Sneak Preview of Samantha Young’s upcoming Fantasy Romance
‘ Slumber ’...
Slumber (The
Tale of a Sleeping Beauty)
… Sleeping
Beauty may be the damsel in distress, but her White Knight? Why her
rather un-knightish best friend of course. And the White Knight’s
White Knight? Well… none other than her reluctant mortal
enemy…
When Haydyn falls victim
to the mysterious Sleeping Disease, the world of Phaedra is thrown
into Chaos.
Rogan, Haydyn’s best
friend and handmaiden, is the only one who can save her. Together,
with the Royal Guard and their young Captain, Wolfe Stovia, Rogan
must set off across the provinces to find the Somna Plant that will
wake Haydyn from her dying sleep.
Beset on all sides by the
chaos, Rogan tumbles into a dark world of kidnapping, prejudice,
betrayal and love… a journey that will change her forever, and a
journey that will change their world forever, if she does not
retrieve the cure.
YA Fantasy for Older
Readers…
Prologue
When I was a child the
world smelled of summer.
The heady perfume of the
dancing wildflowers would hug my senses every time the breeze
rattled their song and took them with it on its journey to soothe
my cheeks from the heat of the afternoon sun. The relieving scent
of the damp soil when the sun had pushed the sky too far and it
wept rain for days on end, before wearily turning the world back
over to its golden companion. The refreshing aroma of lemons in the
thick air of the house, mixing with my mother’s baking as she
prepared our afternoon repast of bitter lemonade and thick warm
bread, slathered with creamy butter made cold from the sheltering
shade of the larder.
And my father’s
pipe.
The sweet odour of
tobacco tickling my nose as he held me close and whispered the
stories of our Salvation and the mighty Kral who lived in the
grandest palace in all the land with his beautiful daughter the
Princezna... how kind and gentle they were... the reason my private
world was one of innocence and endless summer.
My memories of that life
never leave me. The sounds of my brother’s laughter carrying back
to my young, happy ears as we ran through the fields of gold and
purple, racing over the farm to the brook that ran behind our land.
The gentle trickle of that stream drew us each day; my brother for
the rope swing he had looped around the strongest tree, the one
with the trunk that seemed to bend towards the water as if thirsty
for a taste of its pure relief. For me I was drawn to its coolness
on my skin, its moisture in my dry mouth, its familiar smell...
like damp metal and wet grass.
Sometimes I hear my
mother calling our names in my dreams.
There was no warning to
summer’s end. Its end began like any other day. I lay with my
brother beneath the shadow of an oak by the brook’s edge, my young
voice barely heard above the babbling water as I recounted the
story my father had told me over and over, to my little brother. I
could hear my father’s rich voice in my head, remember every word
and as I recited it, I remembered to speak in the hushed, awed
tones my father used to make a story sound as magical as this one
really was.
“ Aeons and
aeons ago, our people were the most blessed of mankind. Powerful
and beautiful we could tap into Mother Nature and draw from her
powers; magical beings, spiritual and wondrous to behold. But
mankind grew envious of us, and wise as we were, we knew mankind,
with so many wars already brewing between its people, could not
withstand a war with us. The wisest of us persuaded us it was time
to fade from mankind’s earth, to fade as one into a world of our
own. We drew from the earth and imagined a paradise. Mankind began
to melt around us as we fell deep, deep into the fade. When our
people awakened it was to find themselves here, in the Phade, in a
new born land, a sky, a moon, a sun, trees, plants, water, and all
animals
“Now… dance me home.”
The
End
Read on for a
Sneak Preview of Samantha Young’s upcoming Fantasy Romance
‘ Slumber ’...
Slumber (The
Tale of a Sleeping Beauty)
… Sleeping
Beauty may be the damsel in distress, but her White Knight? Why her
rather un-knightish best friend of course. And the White Knight’s
White Knight? Well… none other than her reluctant mortal
enemy…
When Haydyn falls victim
to the mysterious Sleeping Disease, the world of Phaedra is thrown
into Chaos.
Rogan, Haydyn’s best
friend and handmaiden, is the only one who can save her. Together,
with the Royal Guard and their young Captain, Wolfe Stovia, Rogan
must set off across the provinces to find the Somna Plant that will
wake Haydyn from her dying sleep.
Beset on all sides by the
chaos, Rogan tumbles into a dark world of kidnapping, prejudice,
betrayal and love… a journey that will change her forever, and a
journey that will change their world forever, if she does not
retrieve the cure.
YA Fantasy for Older
Readers…
Prologue
When I was a child the
world smelled of summer.
The heady perfume of the
dancing wildflowers would hug my senses every time the breeze
rattled their song and took them with it on its journey to soothe
my cheeks from the heat of the afternoon sun. The relieving scent
of the damp soil when the sun had pushed the sky too far and it
wept rain for days on end, before wearily turning the world back
over to its golden companion. The refreshing aroma of lemons in the
thick air of the house, mixing with my mother’s baking as she
prepared our afternoon repast of bitter lemonade and thick warm
bread, slathered with creamy butter made cold from the sheltering
shade of the larder.
And my father’s
pipe.
The sweet odour of
tobacco tickling my nose as he held me close and whispered the
stories of our Salvation and the mighty Kral who lived in the
grandest palace in all the land with his beautiful daughter the
Princezna... how kind and gentle they were... the reason my private
world was one of innocence and endless summer.
My memories of that life
never leave me. The sounds of my brother’s laughter carrying back
to my young, happy ears as we ran through the fields of gold and
purple, racing over the farm to the brook that ran behind our land.
The gentle trickle of that stream drew us each day; my brother for
the rope swing he had looped around the strongest tree, the one
with the trunk that seemed to bend towards the water as if thirsty
for a taste of its pure relief. For me I was drawn to its coolness
on my skin, its moisture in my dry mouth, its familiar smell...
like damp metal and wet grass.
Sometimes I hear my
mother calling our names in my dreams.
There was no warning to
summer’s end. Its end began like any other day. I lay with my
brother beneath the shadow of an oak by the brook’s edge, my young
voice barely heard above the babbling water as I recounted the
story my father had told me over and over, to my little brother. I
could hear my father’s rich voice in my head, remember every word
and as I recited it, I remembered to speak in the hushed, awed
tones my father used to make a story sound as magical as this one
really was.
“ Aeons and
aeons ago, our people were the most blessed of mankind. Powerful
and beautiful we could tap into Mother Nature and draw from her
powers; magical beings, spiritual and wondrous to behold. But
mankind grew envious of us, and wise as we were, we knew mankind,
with so many wars already brewing between its people, could not
withstand a war with us. The wisest of us persuaded us it was time
to fade from mankind’s earth, to fade as one into a world of our
own. We drew from the earth and imagined a paradise. Mankind began
to melt around us as we fell deep, deep into the fade. When our
people awakened it was to find themselves here, in the Phade, in a
new born land, a sky, a moon, a sun, trees, plants, water, and all
animals
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