Continue to find an exclusive excerpt of the second installment in Tales of the Seelie Court.
Acknowledgements
I want to thank some people involved in the process of my first story ever. There is a small group of three people who have been with me from the beginning, and I want to thank them for their kindness and their patience, for reading my story over and over again, and for encouraging me whenever I felt like giving up. I feel blessed to be on this exciting journey with you!
About the Author
Sarah Tanzmann was born in Tyrol, Austria, where she grew up in a small town. She began writing in English after spending a year in America and shortly after started working on her first YA fiction novel. While juggling full-time studies and a part-time job, Sarah uses every second of spare time to work on her stories. In this process, she finds company in her group of fellow English writers, who have also become her friends along the way.
Her first novel will be titled The Crown of Tír na nÓg: Seelie Princess.
Get in touch:
Website: https://sarahtanzmann.com/
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/sarahtanzmann/
Twitter: https://twitter.com/sarah_tanzmann
Tumblr: https://sarahtanzmann.tumblr.com/
To keep you posted about new installments in Tales of the Seelie Court, make sure to follow Sarah’s blog: https://sarahtanzmann.com/
The story continues…
Read an excerpt of the second installment of Tales of the Seelie Court:
Broken Bonds
One early morning, when the sun barely tinged the star-speckled sky over the Seelie Court and the birds were still fast asleep, somebody rapped several times on the front door of young Siân’s home.
Brushing her tangled white hair out of her face, Siân dragged herself through the rooms she shared with her mother and opened the door. A faerie woman from the court greeted her. “Your presence is required at the infirmary,” she said.
“By whom?” asked Siân drowsily, but the woman didn’t respond.
As though sleepwalking, Siân followed the woman blindly through the quiet streets; the only noise was produced by the burbling of the Silver Ribbon, the river that ran by the hill upon which the citadel stood. As the sun gradually rose over the horizon, the contour of the Glistening Rocks, a ring of mountains to the north of the court, became outlined against the pale blue backdrop.
The two women walked up to a two-story wooden building, which had a web of leaves and twigs spun into a makeshift roof. The faerie woman led Siân into the house, down a narrow hallway, and into a circular room.
There about a dozen wooden beds lined the walls, and water streamed from a stone well at its center. The dim light that trickled through the thick roof of leaves overhead illuminated the single person that sat on one of the beds. Upon Siân’s arrival, the figure rose.
The woman’s young, fair face was framed by long, white hair, and on her pale cheek she bore the tattoo of a vividly blue flower. She wore a white gown adorned with golden symbols, which Siân recognized as symbols of healing and strength.
Siân approached the woman in quick steps. “What is going on? Are you all right?”
“I have called for you at this early hour, my child,” she said, “out of joy and despair.” She placed a warm hand on Siân’s shoulder.
Siân looked up at her mother, Siobhan, and shivered at the fear in her otherwise bright, blue eyes.
“The events of the King’s Battle have changed our people,” Siobhan continued. “Losing our beloved King Arawn and many more of our companions has left a scar on our souls that not even time can heal. Queen Ophira has been burdened with a task no one so young should have to bear. And while we are mourning, our enemy is out there preparing to retaliate.”
Siân shrank back. “But the Unseelies were defeated!”
“Not entirely, I’m afraid.” Siobhan lowered her head, then her gaze fixated on her daughter again.
Thank you for reading books on BookFrom.Net Share this book with friends