Bound Beauty(A Wylder Tale #3)
By Jennifer Silverwood
YA Dark Fantasy
Paperback & ebook
December 21st 2018
Beware the bond between blood and beasts...
Vynasha has united the warring human and forgotten clans of Wylderland, claiming her majik and power as curse breaker. Her brother, Ceddrych keeps their nephew safely hidden away while Vynasha and her new allies fight against the feral beasts roaming their borders.
Meanwhile, her friendship with the Iceveins family deepens, unveiling a love she never expected. But her majik is still bound to the cursed prince she left behind and he isn't done fighting for her soul.
Darker forces walk in the forests, all drawn to Vynasha's light and the shade of a corrupt Enchantress haunts her waking dreams. A war is about to begin, between the forgotten people of Wylderland and the evil power of Bitterhelm.
Excerpt on the Tour:
Final Page from Soraya’s Journal
I suppose it best to finish an enchanted text with a proper introduction. After all, the spells shall not take effect without the name of the caster. Everything begins with a name. My name was Soraya Wenderdowne and I was born to the most noble royal house among all the Fayere of Lunnae. The other peoples call us “lightwings,” but only the royal houses still bore wings of honor. I had always been proud of my wings. Not only were they my most beautiful feature (and trust me when I tell you I was not unpleasant to look upon) but my wings allowed me to fly. Foolish humans believed all lightwings to be nasty tricksy creatures half their stature. I tell you now this ridiculous belief unfounded. Furthermore, the humans of Lunnae were lucky to live freely among my civilized clan and not our distant kin the mer. I shall not lie and tell you we were without majik, however. That part of the legend was entirely true.
Majik is what first led me to the mirror, where I glimpsed a world free of the sickness which plagued our humans. On the other side of the Veil between our worlds, humans were strong and longed for majik. Majik, I could provide.
I should not have been watching the mirror, of course. I turned it on quite by accident with the key I found in Mother’s treasure horde. But that’s not important right now. The only thing that matters in the end is the mirror. No sooner had I nixed the key from Mother’s pile of trophies and tributes than I was drawn to the sacred glade, far from the city gates. I should have known better than let myself be swayed by old majik. Only children and fools tinker with spells they do not understand and I was not raised to be a fool. I was raised to be a queen.
From my studies, I knew enough to be wary the moment I approached the glass arch and pillars. The phurie ruin was perfectly preserved, like every invention the ancient ones left behind before The Cataclysm. I sense more questions buzzing at the back of your mind. One thing I will tell you. Any time one comes across a mirror made of violet ice, the only sensible option is to fly far away. I have never been a sensible lightwing. I flew through the arch, or rather tried to. I ran into a wall of air so hard it knocked me on my back and crumpled my precious wings. I stared for some time at the transparent surface and ran my fingers over it’s glassy surface before I remembered the key around my neck. I came all this way on the edge of a spell, no turning back now.
I was not prepared for my first glimpse of the land on the other side of the Veil. But should I tell you what happened next, how I seduced a King, brought down a kingdom and sought revenge on my own son? Perhaps not. If you read my other letters, you know by now I have always been selfish. And no matter what others will say of me before the end, in my heart I long to remain the simple lightwing, before I became Queen and Enchantress Soraya Bitterhelm. After all, are we not all creatures composed of light and dark? Is it too much to ask that my son learn a bit of humility before it is too late? Perhaps time and history will tell.
The spell I have begun now, I created using power from the mirror. My only hope is that my people who have crossed through will be protected. Let those who ruined the kingdom I am trying to preserve be punished accordingly. My final hope for myself is to find peace, and hopefully one day, forgiveness. I and my kind brought majik into this world. Perhaps a power greater than majik will save it before the end.
Prophecy and Forgotten unite in the epic third chapter of the Wylder Tales Series, a gothic re-telling of Beauty and the Beast.
The Wylder Tales Series
Craving Beauty (Vol. 1)
Wolfsbane's Daughter (Vol. 1.5)
Scarred Beauty (Vol. 2)
Bound Beauty (Vol. 3)
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About the Author
Jennifer Silverwood was raised deep in the heart of Texas and has been spinning yarns a mile high since childhood. In her spare time she reads and writes and tries to sustain her wanderlust, whether it’s the Carpathian Mountains in Transylvania, the highlands of Ecuador or a road trip to the next town. Always on the lookout for her next adventure, in print or reality, she dreams of one day proving to the masses that everything really is better in Texas. She is the author of two series—Heaven's Edge and Wylder Tales—and the stand-alone titles Stay and Silver Hollow.
December 3rd:
Launch
Books to Light Your Fire
Mythical Books
J.L. Mbewe
December 4th:
Rockin' Book Reviews
Wishful Endings
Locks, Hooks and Books
December 5th:
Colorimetry
Declarations of a Fangirl
December 6th:
Reading On The Edge
Book Butterfly in Dreamland
Bookworm Lisa
December 7th:
We Write Fantasy
Nicole's Book Musings
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Grand Finale
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Ends December 12, 2018
