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"You want to learn magic, dearie? I will teach you my ways...if you can survive it..."
All I've ever dreamed of is to learn the ways of magic, but the village witch casts me off because I can't read. I'm just a poor miller's daughter, but the most beautiful man I've ever seen finds me weeping by the side of the road, and takes pity on me. He gives me my first kiss and a gold coin, and tells me that if I can hang onto the gold coin
...It gets pretty lonely, spending your entire life in a tower. The Witch told me she was keeping me safe from a dangerous world. But one day, when I let down my hair, the Witch wasn't the one to climb up.
His presence was so overwhelming; his hands steady on my back, his lips and tongue marking me forever with the taste of a man. I was used to being alone a lot of the time, and wandering around the tower sort of aimlessly, trying to decide what
I didn't want to fall in love with the prince. He's a high elf, rich and handsome, and...well, there are rumors he dabbles in dark magic. I'm half-goblin and I know he'd never choose me as his bride in the first place. I just wanted my wicked stepsisters to see him dancing with me before I run away and leave this city forever, to start a new life.
But it seems my goblin godmother had other plans.
The spell she cast upon me? The one she told
We were lost in the woods on our way to the city, my brother Hansel and I, when we came upon the cottage. A faery cottage, with a handsome and mysterious occupant. He calls himself the Magus, and he makes magnificent chocolates and confections for the Wicked Revels, the wild woodland dance of the fair folk.
The moment I lay eyes on him, I sense he is everything I've ever dreamed of. And I've dreamed of a lot. Hansel doesn't want me to stay.
He'd kill for me. I'll die without him.
My mother has promised me to a complete stranger. She says he is the doctor who saved my life when I was ill—but I've never known a doctor like Dr. Madsen. When I wake from my illness, he has marked my skin with the tattoo of a tree that spreads across my whole body—and heats at his mere presence, crying for his touch. We are married quickly, with no friends or
..."Be careful, sweet," he said, with a flash of a grin that made me realize just how handsome he could be. "It's dangerous to feel too much in Neverland."
When I took Peter's hand and flew with him to Never Land, escaping the fate of my overworked peasant mother, I thought it was a dream, but all I found was a cursed land. Peter expected me to tell stories and mend clothes all day like I was his mother, and at night, he cried out with nightmares.
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He comes to me at night, in the darkness. The monster I was sworn to, against my will.
By day, he is trapped in the form of a bear and cannot speak, cannot properly rule, but I know what he is: the King of the Northlands. The King of Trolls. He is under a curse, and he needs my help, but why should I help the brutish, dominating, barbarian king?
I was meant for more than this; my father was a great mage but try as I might, I never had his
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