First Bite: The Wicked Queen's Tale (The Dark Woods Series Book 3)
- Sales Rank:346,426
- Format:Kindle eBook
- Language:English (Published)
- Media:Kindle Edition
- Publication Date:July 1, 2011
In the Dark Woods dwells an Evil which no man perceives.
In her tower dwells a Dark Queen whose beauty deceives.
In the deeds of her Huntsman, revenge was begun.
But in the heart of a Maid...it may all be undone.
The Dark Woods' reviewer-acclaimed novelization of the classic Snow White story explores the sinister origins of one of the most frightening fairytale villains-The Wicked Queen. Her quest for unmatched power and beauty seems unstoppable - unless the destiny of an innocent girl is something more than meets the eye.
Excerpt from First Bite:
"Have you ever tended a forest before?" the queen asked.
"Never," answered the man across from her. He shuffled his weight slightly, a heavy bow and quiver of arrows weighing his shoulders. A mask cut from fraying sackcloth covered most of his face, except his eyes and mouth.
On the other side of the morning chamber, Fortulla caught snatches of their conversation. She crept closer, feeling a strange sense of curiosity in the stranger's communication. His appearance had been startling when she admitted him. Cloth face above earth-stained garments, two wild hares dangling from his game bag, lifeless eyes flat against fur.
Her eyes drifted to the crack between the wood planks and the frame. It was wide enough to see the rich red of her queen's robes, the stained coat of the young man before her.
None of the castle maids would come near him, Fortulla knew well. She was half-afraid herself as she showed him into the main hall, distance falling between her quick steps and his slower tread.
"I will see if her Highness will speak to you," she had said. In the shadows beneath the fabric holes, she saw a pair of eyes move, a pale color like the river before a storm. The only acknowledgement she received; although Jean had spoken to the man only moments before herself.
Now, before Queen Lillian, he had found his voice. The grating sound of metal on wood, a hoarse cough before he spoke again.
"There's where I live. Most days and nights I never leave. No one knows the woods as well as me, no others can find the way there and back as me."
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