Princess of the Silver Woods (Twelve Dancing Princesses)
Jessica Day George
Language: English
Pages: 352
ISBN: 1619631261
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
When Petunia, the youngest of King Gregor's twelve dancing daughters, is invited to visit an elderly friend in the neighboring country of Westfalin, she welcomes the change of scenery. But in order to reach Westfalin, Petunia must pass through a forest where strange two-legged wolves are rumored to exist. Wolves intent on redistributing the wealth of the noble citizens who have entered their territory. But the bandit-wolves prove more rakishly handsome than truly dangerous, and it's not until Petunia reaches her destination that she realizes the kindly grandmother she has been summoned to visit may be an enemy bent on restoring an age-old curse.
The stories of Red Riding Hood and Robin Hood get a new twist as Petunia and her many sisters take on bandits, grannies, and the new King Under Stone to end their family curse once and for all.
There was something so annoyingly obsequious about Olga. “I will be fine,” Petunia assured her. Once the door closed behind Olga, Petunia fled to the bath. She was convinced that the maid would come creeping back without being summoned, and she hated the thought of having her back forcibly scrubbed. Petunia took a very short bath and was into her underthings and trying to get her corset on straight when Olga suddenly appeared at her elbow. The maid, who was barely taller than Petunia and
to do. Oliver quickly looked away. When he peeked again, she was gone. He let go of Simon’s face. “I’m not five; you don’t have to cover my eyes like that,” Simon griped. Oliver couldn’t see the girl anywhere. She hadn’t gone back to the coach. The other guards were busy splinting the injured man’s arm, but Oliver could see that the maid was watching the underbrush nervously, beginning to worry about her charge. “Where did she go?” Simon strained the upper half of his body over the edge of
stepped down into the water so that Simon could use the bank to climb onto his brother’s back. Now Oliver had both hands free, but Simon had his arms wrapped around Oliver’s neck strangle-tight. Standing on the bank next to them, the girl gave Simon a concerned look. “He doesn’t look very good,” she said. “I know,” Oliver snapped. “Well, why don’t you let me go so that you can find help for him faster?” “No,” Oliver said. He waved the gun at her. “Wade across. Go on.” “No, thank you,” she
and frail. Please watch over Prince Grigori, that he will not be tempted to do evil, and Olga, that she will also be good.” Petunia shifted on her knees, feeling Olga’s eyes boring into the back of her head. “Please guide Galen and Heinrich in their studies, since they do not know where to direct their attention at this time, and please help them find a way to guard us all from our nightmares. Amen.” “Forgive me, Your Highness, but Westfalian prayers seem very odd,” Olga said, helping Petunia
game. “And weddings are expensive!” He and Dr. Kelling walked off, leaving Oliver standing, stunned, beside Petunia. “You’ll have to get used to Papa,” she told him, dropping her knitting on the bench and taking his arm. “Indeed I will,” he said faintly as they crossed the lawn. “Does this mean I can finally go see how Lady Emily has redecorated the manor?” Petunia asked. “I suppose so,” Oliver said. “Perhaps we can go when my sisters aren’t around … just the two of us?” “Yes, we should,”