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For generations, the Frost family has run the Museum of Magical and Rare Artifacts, handing down guardianship from mother to daughter, always keeping their secrets to “family only.”
Gathered within museum’s walls is a collection dedicated to the Grimm fairy tales and to the rare items the family has acquired: Cinderella’s glass slipper, Snow White’s poisoned apple, the evil queen’s magic mirror, Sleeping Beauty’s enchanted spinning wheel…
Seventeen-year-old Bianca Frost wants none of it, dreaming instead of a career in art or photography or…well, anything except working in the family’s museum. She knows the items in the glass display cases are fakes because, of course, magic doesn’t really exist.
She’s about to find out how wrong she is.
Book#2
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When joined together, Cinderella's slippers grant the wearer her heart's desire. But whose wish will be granted?
When Cinderella’s glass slipper is stolen, Queen Felicia sends her faithful steward Terrance to the real world to retrieve his love and witch-in-training, Bianca Frost. The power of the glass slipper in the wrong hands could ruin peace in Everafter. Bianca must gather every bit of magic she has learned in the past few weeks to find the slipper and protect her new love. Together, Bianca, Ming, Prince Ferdinand, and Terrance venture deep into the heart of Everafter to seek clues as to who has stolen the slipper and why. Along the way, they uncover what happened to the Seven Dwarves after Snow White married the prince, but also learn the awful risk of tampering with black magic and the high price that must be paid for magical aid, even when used for good.
Bianca and Terrance’s relationship is put to the test. Through the pain of suffering and loss, Bianca must determine if following her gallant boyfriend into his faraway world is in fact her heart's desire.
© Liz DeJesus 2012
EXCERPT
Excerpt from both books
First Frost
Mother and daughter looked into each other’s eyes for a
brief moment. She felt ready to fight alongside her mother and actually be of
some assistance. Bianca wanted to argue with Rose, but instead she reluctantly
obeyed and went upstairs. She made it as far as the top of the steps.
“Come out, you coward!” Lenore shouted.
If there was one thing Bianca knew for sure, it was that her
mother would never, ever back out of a fight. She slowly inched her way down
the stairs. Rose stepped out of the house and was far away from the safety of
her wards. Bianca tried to call as little attention to herself as humanly
possible. She duck-walked across the living room until she was directly
underneath the broken window. She peeked every now and then to watch her mother
in action.
“Where’s the book?” Lenore asked.
“Where is my husband?” Rose demanded.
“How about we make a trade? Your husband for the book,”
Lenore said.
Rose remained silent. Bianca knew that somewhere in her
mother’s mind she was seriously considering trading whatever book Lenore was
talking about for her father.
“You’re not getting anywhere near that book,” Rose replied.
Lenore snarled and contorted her face in anger as she
created a fireball and threw it at Rose.
She created a wall of water around her, and the fireball
vanished with a hiss. She then used the water that surrounded her and attacked
her adversary.
Lenore used an ice spell and froze the water, and caused it
to crash all around her with soft clinks.
“You have to learn to control your brat. I can smell her
better now that she’s downstairs,” Lenore said and then cackled.
“You shut your filthy mouth about my daughter,” Rose
shouted.
“Want to come out and play, little one?” Lenore taunted.
“Bianca! Stay inside the house. Do you hear me?!”
“Mom, let me help,” Bianca pleaded.
“You do as I say!” Rose snapped.
Bianca’s heart skipped a beat as she ducked underneath the
window. She knew she was safe inside the house because of the wards. Bianca
risked a peek at the battle, and the witches were fighting viciously. They were
both putting everything they had into their spells and doing everything in
their power to destroy each other.
Lenore had Rose trapped in a small tornado. Bianca could see
her bright red hair whipping in every direction imaginable as her mother
struggled to counter the spell. It was enough time for the dark witch to reach
in and take something out of her pocket. Lenore pulled out a tiny glass vial
and drank a black potion that swam inside the container.
What is that?
Lenore flashed her sharp yellowed teeth at Bianca and then
turned her attention to Rose. Bianca turned her gaze to her mother and saw that
she had finally countered Lenore’s tornado spell. Lenore took a deep breath and
then blew black fire at Rose. The dark flames took on the shape of a sinister
dragon.
Bianca gasped; she had never seen anything so menacing in
her life. The dragon’s yellow eyes zeroed in on Rose. It chuckled as it looked
upon her. It launched itself at her mother and wrapped itself around her body.
The dragon pried Rose’s mouth open and shoved its clawed hand down her throat.
“No!” Bianca shouted. The blood in her veins froze, her
stomach dropped, and her heart leaped to her throat. She watched in horror as
her mother did everything she could to fight off Lenore’s monster…and failed.
“Mom!” Bianca dashed to the front door and stopped herself
from running into the front yard.
Lenore had kicked Rose in the stomach and grabbed a fistful
of her red hair. The smoke dragon took away Rose’s voice. She was now mute. She
looked like a fish out of water as she tried to cast a counter spell, but it
was no use. The damage had been done. Her mother had lost her voice and the
battle. Rose turned her green eyes to Bianca.
“There, now we can have a little chat…no interruptions. Come
on out here and sit with me a while,” Lenore said. The false saccharine in her
voice was obvious.
Rose shook her head violently. Bianca knew what her mother
wanted her to do. She wasn’t sure she could obey Rose’s request to stay inside
the house now that she was in danger of losing her life.
I can’t just sit here
and do nothing. God…what do I do?
What do I do?
“Come here!” Lenore roared as her face contorted with rage,
making her look uglier and older than she actually was. Lenore yanked on Rose’s
hair so hard she opened her mouth as though she were screaming…except no sound
came out of her lips.
Glass Frost
Bianca
let out a sigh of relief. Rose was distracted by the snakes that had scattered
throughout the lawn. Her mother got further and further away from them as she
followed the reptiles into the forest. Bianca thought that the worse was over.
But then she turned around and found Marguerite still behind them. Smiling, as
if she had all of the time in the world.
“What
is she doing?” Terrance asked.
“I
don’t know, but I can tell you right now, I don’t like it one bit,” Bianca
replied.
“Looks
like we have a wolf in our midst. Now tell me, little pup, what are you
doing so far away from home?” Marguerite said with false sweetness in her
voice.
Bianca’s
stomach dropped. She looked at Terrance. With a single glance, she saw he
understood as well what the witch planned to do. She was going to unleash the
wolf that lived dormant inside of him. It would be easy to do since his wolf
blood was so strong.
The
witch cackled and muttered her dark spell.
“The mouth will howl,
bones will stretch,
and his claws will
scratch.
Misfortune and evil will
appear,
when the moon is full
and the sky is clear.
Become a wolf both dark
and light,
Prowler of the night.”
It
spiraled in the air, an angry yellow-green mass. Bianca watched in horror as
the spell gnashed its teeth and reached out to Terrance. She could sense the
rage and destruction that lived inside it. What would it do to Terrance? What
would it turn him into? She shuddered at the thought.
“No,
no, no. Don’t you touch him!” she screamed.
The
spell shrieked with energy as it quickly swirled in the air and headed straight
toward Terrance. Bianca stomped her foot and felt a surge of power rush through
her body. Warm waves of magic ran to her hands and she imagined herself
stopping Marguerite’s spell from reaching Terrance.
Bianca
used all of her strength and will to grab the spell midair. At first it felt as
though hot steam had passed through her fingers. Then she felt something
sticky, like a large ball of spider webs. Her eyes widened in shock when she
realized that she had actually caught
the spell. She didn’t know such a thing was even possible. She wondered if it
was her magic or sheer stubbornness that allowed her to do it. It burned her
right hand something fierce. She could feel the spell fight against her grip.
It pulled and tugged every which way. When she realized that the spell was
trying to find its way to Terrance, she grunted and held on even tighter.
Terrance
rushed towards Bianca, trying to reach her. He used his left hand to shield
himself from the spell’s eerie bright light.
“No!
Stay back,” Bianca cried.
“Let
me help you,” he begged.
“The
spell wants you. Just stay away from
me.”
Reluctantly,
Terrance did as she asked.
Bianca
felt the red-hot fury coursing through her. She wanted to kill someone. She
wanted to burn everything in sight. Kill. Destroy. Burn. It was all she could
think of. She knew that it was the spell she held in her hand that was
responsible, but it wasn’t something she had any control over. She narrowed her
eyes at Marguerite and ran to her. The witch froze in surprise. Bianca tackled
Marguerite, knocking them both down to the ground.
“Keep
away from me!” the witch shouted.
“Why
can’t you just leave us alone? Leave us alone!” Bianca cried.
Bianca
pushed the spell back inside of her. She didn’t know how she did it, or how it
happened, but the spell went back to the place it had crawled from.
Get rid of it. Get this
thing off me. Keep it away from me. Don’t let it get Terrance. Can’t let this
thing anywhere near him. The thoughts repeated themselves over and over again…like a
strange mantra. Somehow Bianca felt that if she said it enough times it would
actually come to pass.
Marguerite
pulled Bianca’s hair, scratched, pushed, basically anything in order to free
herself from Bianca’s iron grip. The evil witch’s eyes were filled with horror
as she felt the effects of the spell. She gurgled and writhed in pain, then
clutched Bianca’s shoulders and tried to stand up but failed. Bianca wriggled
herself free. Marguerite glowed in a strange yellow-green light and screamed in
agony. She vanished in a puff of smoke. She was no more.
What
have I done?
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About the Author:
Liz DeJesus was born on the tiny island of Puerto Rico. She is a novelist and a poet. She has been writing for as long as she was capable of holding a pen. She is the author of the novel Nina (Blu Phi'er Publishing, October 2007), The Jackets (Arte Publico Press, March 31st 2011) First Frost (Musa Publishing, June 22nd 2012) and Glass Frost (Musa Publishing, COMING SOON).
She is also a member of The Written Remains Writers Guild http://www.writtenremains.org/.
Liz is currently working on a new novel.
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