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by Orson Scott Card

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In Enchantment, Card works his magic as never before, transforming the timeless story of Sleeping Beauty into an original fantasy brimming with romance and adventure. The moment Ivan stumbled upon a clearing in the dense Carpathian forest, his life was forever changed. Atop a pedestal encircled by fallen leaves, the beautiful princess Katerina lay as still as death.…  See more details below


In Enchantment, Card works his magic as never before, transforming the timeless story of Sleeping Beauty into an original fantasy brimming with romance and adventure. The moment Ivan stumbled upon a clearing in the dense Carpathian forest, his life was forever changed. Atop a pedestal encircled by fallen leaves, the beautiful princess Katerina lay as still as death. But beneath the foliage a malevolent presence stirred and sent the ten-year-old Ivan scrambling for the safety of Cousin Marek's farm. Now, years later, Ivan is an American graduate student, engaged to be married. Yet he cannot forget that long ago day in the forest - or convince himself it was merely a frightened boy's fantasy. Compelled to return to his native land, Ivan finds the clearing just as he left it. This time he does not run. This time he awakens the beauty with a kiss... and steps into a world that vanished a thousand years ago.

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Best known for his Ender Quartet and the Tales of Alvin Maker series, Orson Scott Card has produced some of the most popular books in the science fiction/fantasy field over the last decade or so. Remarkably, with Enchantment, Card has carved out new territory for himself as he capably takes his narrative voice and love of research to new heights of charm and satisfaction. Card's particular fusion of magic — usually incorporating folklore, witchcraft, and American history — now breaks new ground with the addition of Judeo-Christian history and Russian fairy tales. He creates a detailed account of Russia's early religious struggle and skillfully carries out this greatly appealing tale of, well, enchantment.

At the age of ten, Ivan Smetski discovers that his once-liberal Jewish parents, who are now attempting to flee Russia, are also embracing their religious heritage. The thought of circumcision, though, sends Ivan running into the woods every day, where he soon finds a sleeping woman on a pedestal encircled by a ring of leaves. Ivan senses that beneath the leaf-strewn meadow rustles a dark power, and he races away in fear for his life. The speed with which he runs foreshadows the fact that he'll eventually become a star athlete. Before long, his parents secure a flight to America and relocate to upstate New York, where Ivan's father, Piotr, is able to pursue his study of ancient Slavic languages and teach at a local college. Eventually, Ivan follows in his father's footsteps and undertakes graduate studies in the same field. His research on the origins of theRussianfairy tale — from which all others may have come — eventually allows him the opportunity to return to Russia. Once there, Ivan finds himself drawn back to his childhood home and decides to find out once and for all if the meadow with the sleeping woman was real or only a dream.

Of course, the beauty is all too real, as is the beast that guards her. Ivan discovers that a moat surrounds the lovely woman, and a furious supernatural bear heaves rocks with enough force to crush skulls, even from a great distance. Eventually, Ivan outwits the beast and awakens the beautiful Princess Katerina, only to discover that once he's crossed the invisible bridge to the pedestal, he's thrust back more than 1,000 years into Russia's history. In order to save Katerina's homeland from the evil witch Baba Yaga, the two must agree to marry. As Ivan struggles to grasp the ancient codes of decorum, he's forced to convert to Christianity and is alternately considered to be a knight, fool, scholar, demon, and possibly the land's next king. Baba Yaga and her husband, the god Bear, set forth schemes to have the Russian people drive Ivan off. If that fails, they will kill him themselves.

While Ivan is lost in time, his mother, Esther, who is something of a mystic, does what she can to draw him back to the present world. Card puts Ivan's mother to brilliant use in a subtle, quiet characterization that works as the perfect modern counterpoint to the long-dead past. Esther's role is both wondrous and understated, and even her brief appearances at the end of several chapters add another layer of profundity to the overall magical quality of the narrative.

In creating Enchantment, Card has done his homework. He gives us an incredibly authentic and thought-provoking tale that spans 1,000 years, yet he also allows the reader the comfort of his familiar dry wit and allusions to current events. Card fuses Judeo-Christian historical references, Russian history, folklore, and myth into so fine a blend that we're never totally sure when one discipline ends and another begins.

Enchantment works on several levels, which is no easy feat even for a writer of Card's caliber. The author is to be commended for all the elements he manages to thread into his story: It's a critical examination of the origins of the fairy tale, a scholarly inquiry into the advancement of an entire religion, as well as an engaging tale of a quest for knowledge, love, and spiritual enlightenment. Card offers us a novel set in an age when religious conversion and the beliefs of old-world worship met in a head-on confrontation, and Ivan's mixed background makes him the perfect medium through which to study the outcome of these issues. Part A Connecticut Yankee in King Arthur's Court, part ancient fable, and part modern love story, Enchantment is a fulfilling addition to Card's canon of powerful and beloved fantasy-folklore-adventure novels.

—Tom Piccirilli

Tom Piccirilli is the author of the critically acclaimed supernatural novel Pentacle, as well as the dark suspense mysteries Shards and The Dead Past. His short fiction has appeared in many anthologies, including The Conspiracy Files. His two latest, an exciting mystery called Sorrow's Crown and a horror novel called Hexes, have just been released.

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"I'm ten years old, my whole life you've called me Vanya. My name is on the school records, on government papers as Ivan Petrovich Smetski. Now you tell me I'm really Itzak Shlomo. What am I, a Jewish secret agent?" Vanya's father listened silently, his face as smooth, weathered, and blank as parchment. Vanya's mother, who was merely hovering near the conversation rather than taking part in it, seemed to be having a little trouble keeping herself from smiling. In amusement? If so, at what? At Vanya? At her husband's sudden discovery of their intense commitment to Judaism? Whatever the cause of her almost-smile, Vanya did not want to be ridiculous. Even at the age of ten, dignity was important to him. He calmed himself, spoke in more measured tones. "We eat pork," he pointed out. "Rak. Caviar." "I think Jews can eat caviar," offered his mother helpfully. "I hear them whispering, calling me zhid, they say they only want to race with Russians, I can't even run with them," said Vanya. "I've always been the fastest runner, the best hurdler, and yesterday they wouldn't even let me keep time. And it's my stopwatch!" "Mine, actually," said Father. "The principal won't let me sit in class with the other children because I'm not a Russian or a Ukrainian, I'm a disloyal foreigner, a Jew. So why don't I know how to speak Hebrew? You change everything else, why not that?" Father looked up toward the ceiling. "What is that look, Father? Prayer? All these years, whenever I talk too much, you look at the ceiling--were you talking to God then?" Father turned his gaze to Vanya. His eyes were heavy--scholar's eyes, baggy and soft from always peering through lenses at a thousand hectares of printed words."I have listened to you," he said. "Ten years old, a boy who thinks he's so brilliant, he rails on and on, showing no respect for his father, no trust. I do it all for your sake." "And for God's," offered Mother. Was she being ironic? Vanya had never been able to guess about Mother. "For you I do this," said Father. "You think I did it for me? My work is here in Russia, the old manuscripts. What I need from other countries is sent to me because of the respect I've earned. I make a good living." "Made," said Mother. For the first time it occurred to Vanya that if he was cut out of school classes, Father's punishment might be even more dire. "You lost your place at the university?" Father shrugged. "My students will still come to me." "If they can find you," said Mother. Still that strange smile. "They'll find me! Or not!" cried Father. "We'll eat or not! But we will get Vanya--Itzak--out of this country so he grows up in a place where this mouth of his, this disrespect for everyone that doesn't measure up to his lofty standards, where they will call it creativity or cleverness or rock and roll!" "Rock and roll is music," said Vanya. "Prokofiev is music, Stravinski is music, Tchaikovski and Borodin and Rimski-Korsakov and even Rachmaninov, they are music. Rock and roll is smart boys with no respect, you are rock and roll. All the trouble you get into at school, you will never get into university with this attitude. Why are you the only child in Russia who doesn't learn to bow his head to power?" Father had asked this question at least a dozen times before, and this time as always, Vanya knew that his father was saying it more in pride than in consternation. Father liked the fact that Vanya spoke his mind. He encouraged it. So how did this become the reason for the family to declare itself Jewish and apply for a visa to Israel? "You make a decision without asking me, and it's my fault?" "I have to get you out of here, let you grow up in a free land," said Father. "Israel is a land of war and terrorism," said Vanya. "They'll make me a soldier and I'll have to shoot down Palestinians and burn their houses." "None of that propaganda is true," said Father. "And besides, it won't matter. I can promise you that you will never be a soldier of Israel." Vanya was scornful for a moment, until it dawned on him why Father was so certain he wouldn't be drafted into the Israeli military. "Once you get out of Russia, you aren't going to Israel at all." Father sighed. "What you don't know, you can't tell." There was a knock at the door. Mother went to answer. "Maybe here in Russia you aren't in class for a while," said Father. "And this nonsense of running, you'll never be world champion, that's for Africans. But your mind will be quick long after your legs slow down, and there are countries where you will be valued." "Which other countries?" asked Vanya. Mother was letting somebody into the apartment. "Maybe Germany. Maybe England. Canada, maybe." "America," whispered Vanya. "How do I know? It depends where there's a university that wants an aging scholar of ancient Slavic literature." America. The enemy. The rival. The land of jeans and rock and roll, of crime and capitalism, of poverty and oppression. Of hope and freedom. All kinds of stories about America, from rumor, from the government press. It was 1975 and the Vietnam War had ended only a few years ago--America had bloody hands. But through all the propaganda, the rivalry, the envy, one message was constant: America was the most important country on earth. And that's where Father wanted him to grow up. That's why Mother's Jewish relatives were suddenly the only ones who counted, they and Father's grandmother on his mother's side. To get them to America. For a moment, Vanya almost understood. Then Mother came back into the room. "He's here." "Who's here?" asked Vanya. Father and Mother looked at him blankly. "He's called a mohel," said Mother finally. Then they explained what this old Jewish man was going to do to Vanya's penis. Ten seconds later, Vanya was down the stairs, out on the street, running for his life, running in despair. He was not going to let a man take hold of his member and cut bits of it off just so he could get on a plane and fly to the land of cowboys. By the time he came home, the mohel was gone, and his parents said nothing about his abrupt departure. He took no false hope from this. In Vanya's family, silence had never meant surrender, only tactical retreat. Even without the mohel, though, Vanya continued to take solace in running. Isolated at school, resentful at home, cut off from romping with his friends, he took to the streets again and again, day after day, running, dodging, leaving behind him ever-grumpier mutters and shouts of Slow down! Watch your step! Show some respect! Crazy boy! To Vanya that was part of the music of the city. Running was the way he dreamed. Having never been in control of his own life, his idea of freedom was simply to break free. He dreamed of being at the mercy of the wind, carried aloft and blown here and there, a life of true randomness instead of always being part of someone else's purpose. Father's earnest, inconvenient plans for him. Mother's ironic vision of life as one prank after another, in the midst of which you did what was needed. What I need, Mother, is to kite myself up in the air and cut the string and fly untethered. What I need, Father, when you're setting out the pieces for your living chess game, is to be left in the box. Forget me! But running couldn't save him from anyone's plans, in the end. Nor did it bring him freedom, for his parents, as always, took his little idiosyncrasies in stride. In fact they made it part of their story; he overheard them telling some of their new Jewish friends that they had to be patient with Itzak, he was between realities, having had the old one stolen from him and not yet ready to enter the new one. How did they think of these glib little encapsulations of his life? Only when Father underwent the male ritual of obedience himself did Vanya realize that this Jewish business was not just something they were doing to their son. Father tried to go about his ordinary work but could not; though he said nothing, his pain and embarrassment at showing it made him almost silent. Mother, ever supportive, said nothing even to refer to what the mohel had done to her husband, but Vanya thought he detected a slight smirk on her face when Father asked her to fetch him something that ordinarily he would get up and find for himself. He wondered briefly if this meant that Mother thought the whole enterprise of believing in God was amusing, but as Father's wound healed and life returned to what passed for normal these days, Vanya began to suspect that, despite her irony, it was Mother who was a believer. Perhaps she had been a believer all along, despite slathering the tangy, bacony lard on her bread like any other Russian. Father's discovery of his Jewishness was part of an overall strategy; Mother simply knew who ran the universe. Father was forcing himself to act like a believer. Mother showed not a doubt that God really existed. She just wasn't on speaking terms with him. "Six million Jews died from the Fascists," she said to Father. "Your one voice, praying, is going to fill all that silence? When a child dies, do you comfort the parents by bringing them a puppy to take care of?" Mother apparently believed not only in the idea of God, but also that he was the very same God who chose the Jews back when it was just Abraham carting his barren wife around with him, pretending she was his sister whenever some powerful man lusted after her. That was a favorite story for Vanya, as Father insisted that they study Torah together, going over to the apartment of a rabbi and hearing him read the Hebrew and translate. As they walked home, they would talk about what they'd heard. "These guys are religious?" Vanya kept asking. "Judah sleeps with a prostitute on the road, only it turns out to be his daughter-in-law so it's all right with God?" The story of the circumcision of Shechem was Vanya's turning point. Dinah, the daughter of Jacob, gets raped by the prince of Shechem. The prince wants to marry her and Jacob agrees that this would make everything all right, only Dinah's twelve brothers are more interested in repairing the family's wounded honor than in getting their sister married to a rich man with a throne in his future. So they tell the prince that he and all the men of his city have to be circumcised, and when the men are all lying there holding their handles and saying Ow, ow, ow, the sons of Jacob draw their swords and slaughter them all. At the end of that story, Vanya said to his father, "Maybe I'll let the mohel do it to me." Father looked at him in utter consternation. "That story makes you want to be circumcised?" Vanya shrugged. "Is there any hope that you can explain to me why this makes sense?" "I'm thinking about it, that's all," said Vanya. He would have explained it, if he could. Before the story he refused even to think about it; after the story, it became conceivable to him, and, once he could conceive of it, it soon became inevitable. Later, running, he thought maybe he understood why that story changed his mind. Circumcision was a foolish, barbaric thing to do. But having the story of Shechem in Torah showed that God himself knew this. It's barbaric, God seemed to be saying, and it hurts like hell, but I want you to do it. Make yourself weak, so somebody could come in and kill you and you'd just say, Thank you, I don't want to live anyway because somebody cut off part of my privates. He couldn't explain this to his father. He just knew that as long as God recognized that it was a ludicrous thing to do, he could do it. So for a few days Vanya didn't run. And it turned out that by the time the circumcision healed so he could run again, they took the city out from under him. The American Congress had antagonized the Russian government by tying most-favored-nation status to Russia's upping the number of Jews getting visas, and in reply the Russians cut the emigration of Jews down to nothing and started harassing them more. To Vanya's family, this had very practical consequences. They lost their apartment. For Father, it meant no more consultations with students, no more visits with his former colleagues at the university. It meant the shame of being utterly dependent on others for food and clothing for his family, for there was no job he could get. Mother took it all in stride. "So we make bricks without straw," she said. All his life Vanya remembered her making enigmatic comments like that. Only now he was reading Exodus and he got the reference and realized: Mother really is a Jew! She's been talking to us as if we were all Jews my whole life, only I didn't get it. And for the first time Vanya wondered if maybe this whole thing might not be her plan, only she was so good at it that she had gotten Father to think of it himself, for his own very logical, unreligious reasons. Don't become a practicing Jew because God commands it, become one so you can get your son a good life in America. Could she possibly be that sneaky? For a week, they camped in the homes of several Jews who had no room for them. It couldn't last for long, this life, partly because the crowding was so uncomfortable, and partly because it was so obvious that, compared to these lifelong followers of the Law, Vanya and his parents were dilettantes at Judaism. Father and Vanya hacked at Hebrew, struggled to keep up with the prayers, and looked blankly a hundred times a day when words and phrases were said that meant nothing to them. Mother seemed untroubled by such problems, since she had lived for a couple of years with her mother's parents, who kept all the holidays, the two kitchens, the prayers, the differentiation of women and men. Yet Vanya saw that she, too, seemed more amused than involved in the life of these homes, and the women of these households seemed even more wary of her than the men were of Father. Finally it wasn't a Jew at all, but a second cousin (grandson of Father's grandfather's brother, as they painstakingly explained to Vanya), who took them in for the potentially long wait for an exit visa. Cousin Marek had a dairy farm in the foothills of the Carpathian Mountains, in a region that had been part of Poland between the wars, and so escaped Stalin's savage collectivization of the freehold farmers of Ukraine. Because this hill country was remote, strategically unimportant, and thinly populated, Communism here was mostly window dressing. Technically Cousin Marek's dairy herd was merely a portion of the herd belonging to the farflung dairy collective; in actual practice, they were his cows, to be bred and cared for as he wished. A good portion of the milk and cheese they produced didn't quite make its way into the state-run dairy system. Instead, it was bartered here and there for goods and services, and now and then for hard Western currency. Cousin Marek had the room, the independent attitude, and enough surplus to take in a few hapless cousins who had decided to become Jews in order to get to the West.

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Enchantment 4.4 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 134 reviews.
Guest More than 1 year ago
OMG-I love this book. I picked it up by chance, and I literally spent the weekend walking around my house with my nose in this book. It is my FAVORITE book ever, and if anyone has a sane mind, they will read it!!! i was enraptured with it, and everything about it was amazing
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I love this book! It has been a favorite of mine for the past decade now. I grew up with the Russian fairytale so I love this spin on the story
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I thoroughly enjoyed this book. It is the story of Sleeping Beauty reimagined, complete with action, romance, and plenty of character development. Great book; looking forward to another by OSC.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I have read a great deal of Orson Scott Card's work and this is right up there with his best. It should be said that I enjoyed the character of Baba Yaga more than the protagonist. If she had been Ivan's matchmaker, there wouldn't be so much indecision in the newlyweds. Nothing says "Be nice to each other!" like the threat of debilitating curses and mauling by a bear-god.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Loved Ivans (the hero) character. I couldnt stand the princess and a few others. However I loved the emotional impact from Ivans character. This book obviously took much research which flow well in the story.
amydague More than 1 year ago
Card's most disappointing work. This one seemed almost juvenile in its presentation. I haven't disliked one Card book thus far, but I only finished this one because I paid for it...
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I found this book in my school library many years ago and fell in love with it. I am glad to see it here! OSC expresses so many viewpoints from many different characters, and it just works so well. I can't reccomend the book enough. Buy it!!!!
arwarfel More than 1 year ago
a fun new story line
bwodtata More than 1 year ago
Orson Scott Card has written yet another masterpiece; one you just can't put down until the very end.
Guest More than 1 year ago
Orson Scott Card is on his own level when it comes to creativity. The whole idea of parallel worlds was amazing, and the story was entertaining, suspenseful, and somewhat hilarious (think bear running in circles)! I didn't put the thing down till I had read it all!
Guest More than 1 year ago
'Incredible' is the only word to describe Enchantment. I am a 14 year old and have read Enchantment five times. I can't get enough of it. Every page is pure genius. Card takes you into a different world full of mystery and fantasy.
Guest More than 1 year ago
It is a fine Book! I like the hard cover version. Very Cool. However I get the impression I am the only 13 yr old who read it.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Never been into fantasy books...but this is such a good book and a good story. Recommend this book to a lot of people.
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Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I love fractured fairy tales, and this one did not disappoint! Orson Scott Card does a beautiful job with this retelling of Sleeping Beauty, adding a modern twist and making the characters come alive. ENCHANTMENT is a great book for fans of STARDUST, and appropriate for young teen readers, as well. I've recommended it to several people already. It's going to be hard to figure out what to read, now that this one is done (too soon! ).
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I loved this book. I thought it was a really good twist of a tale I thought I knew everything about. I loved how it combined old magic amd new magic,old tales and present day, it was just spectacular.
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I absolutely love love love this book! I have read this book many times and enjoy it each time.
ssnjade More than 1 year ago
O.S.C. does write books that are not in the Ender series. This may come as a suprise to some, but I assure you that his fantasy is very entertaining. This one is a twist on the tale of Sleeping Beauty. Prince Charming is a Russian-American Jew, which the author manages to pull off. So obviously there is a great amount of character development and even the side characters have a strong development. The setting is interesting to say the least and you might even learn some history, if you pay attention. If you like twisted up fairy tales made for adults, you will like this book.
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Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Time travel and fairy tales- two of my favorite themes both in one book! Not only does Orson Scott Card describe everything vividly, the story makes sense and everything comes together neatly in a wonderful, un-Grimm fairytale ending. It's also thought provoking- as well as to-be-expected time travel difficulties (what if by writing something or bringing something back, Ivan changes the future?) this book also deals with the creation and distortion of legends. Amazing must read!
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