Into the Wildewood (The Faire Folk Trilogy #2)

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Keelie Heartwood's adventures as a part-elf/part-human continue in book two of The Faire Folk Trilogy. Getting to finally know her elf dad has generally been a good thing, although camping out in her dad's homemade gingerbread RV while acting out the 16th century isn't so fab. Keelie prefers hot showers and wearing a watch thankyouverymuch. If only her dad would wake up to the 21st century and buy her an iPhone so she won't lose touch with the real world!

But a mysterious ...

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Keelie Heartwood's adventures as a part-elf/part-human continue in book two of The Faire Folk Trilogy. Getting to finally know her elf dad has generally been a good thing, although camping out in her dad's homemade gingerbread RV while acting out the 16th century isn't so fab. Keelie prefers hot showers and wearing a watch thankyouverymuch. If only her dad would wake up to the 21st century and buy her an iPhone so she won't lose touch with the real world!

But a mysterious unicorn sighting, fairies showing up in the oddest places, and that nasty, vain elf-girl Elia are all working against Keelie's chances to have a good time. And why hasn't Sean, the hot elf who kissed her, called? Right now, life as an elf isn't all that enchanting.

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Editorial Reviews

VOYA - Jan Chapman
In this sequel to The Tree Shepherd's Daughter (Flux/Llewellyn, 2007/VOYA October 2007), half-human/half-elf Keelie spends another adventurous summer with her elf father and other fairie folk at popular Renaissance Faire. Desperate to earn money, she tries a variety of jobs at the fair, including a stint in a malodorous purple dragon costume, but every task ends in a comical disaster of epic proportions. To keep her morale up, Keelie looks forward to a visit from her best friend from school, the rich and glamorous Laurie, but when she finally arrives, Keelie finds herself turned off by Laurie's self-centeredness. To make matters worse, Keelie's nemesis, Elia, and her sinister father Elianard, continue to harass her at every opportunity. The main plot of the novel centers on Keelie's discovery of a unicorn living in a nearby forest. Both the unicorn and the forest have fallen prey to an attack by evil magic. Keelie must find a way to save them both. One of the most entertaining aspects of this fantasy trilogy is how the author interweaves the ordinary and fantasy worlds that Keelie inhabits. The book works on two levels, both as a contemporary teen "problem" novel and as a fantasy. Keelie's struggle to understand the nature of her friendship with Laurie is sensitively handled and adds dimension to her character. Fans of similar light "chick-fantasy" novels, such as The Faerie Path by Frewin Jones (HarperCollins, 2007/VOYA April 2007), will enjoy Keelie's adventures in the vivid and lively Renaissance Faire setting. Reviewer: Jan Chapman
KLIATT - Cara Chancellor
It's been three weeks since half-elf, half-human Keelie Heartwood finished her first Renaissance Faire tour with her full-elf father. After finding out the secret of her heritage, learning to communicate with tree spirits, and nearly being killed by a rogue fairy, she's ready to start over at a new Faire where she can relax. When her father demands she get a job to cover her shopping habit, though, Keelie's idyllic dream is shattered by a series of embarrassing Faire jobs in even more embarrassing costumes. Even worse, she's now being haunted by the guardian of the forest—a unicorn—who desperately needs her help to save the trees, but whose powerful spell may cost Keelie her life. Summers' first novel in The Faire Folk Trilogy, The Tree Shepherd's Daughter, is a delightful immersion into magical forests, mysterious fairy folk, and a teenage protagonist with an attitude as charming as her curly bob. Into the Wildewood retains much the same appeal, although its plot similarities to the first novel make it a slightly less original and compelling read. A mixture of Clueless and The Two Towers that somehow melds them with style, Summers's book will attract both new fantasy recruits and diehard fans. Reviewer: Cara Chancellor
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780738713328
  • Publisher: Llewellyn Worldwide, Ltd.
  • Publication date: 6/1/2008
  • Series: Faire Folk Saga , #2
  • Pages: 312
  • Sales rank: 984,701
  • Age range: 12 - 18 Years
  • Product dimensions: 5.18 (w) x 8.00 (h) x 0.81 (d)

Meet the Author

Gillian Summers is the pseudonym for co-authors, Berta Platas (Georgia) and Michelle Roper (Georgia), both experienced writers in the romance and fantasy genres, respectively. But more importantly, both are ardent renaissance faire groupies. Visit them online at

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Five days on the road with Dad, and Keelie Heartwood still didn’t have a belly button ring. Her sort-of boyfriend Sean hadn’t called her even once, and now she was stuck at another Ren Faire. Worse, her best friend from California would soon arrive to see her in all her misery.

A horn blatted in the rain outside, followed by raucous laughter from the Merry Men’s cram-packed little party tent next door. She added a line to her journal about not being allowed to party with the other Rennies, and being confined to the camper.

Life sucks, Keelie wrote. She closed the book where she’d been documenting her pitiful existence, then leaned back in her cramped bunk and stared into space. It wasn’t a long stare, because it was limited to the trailer’s cozy eight-feet-by-
six-feet. She’d been working hard at thinking “cozy” instead of “claustrophobic.” It wasn’t fair. She was stuck camping, but she’d heard that all the other elves, including the nasty elf girl Elia, were staying at some luxurious lodge in town down the road from the Faire. They had room service.

She barely had room.

Keelie was supposed to wait inside for her dad to return from his errand. It had been hours. She’d spent the time listening to the loud fun next door at the Wildewood Renaissance Festival’s party headquarters.

If her friend Raven were here, they could join in the fun. But Raven had gone to Manhattan after the last Ren Faire, to work an internship at Doom Kitty, the famous Goth record company. It was a better gig than digging up herbs with her mother, Dad’s old friend Janice the herb lady. Janice would be joining them soon, but Keelie really missed Raven. She was beautiful and confident, and treated Keelie like an equal rather than a fifteen-year-old tagalong.

The Wildewood’s theme was Robin and his Merry Men, and Robin’s partners in crime were singing (or what they optimistically considered singing) a rousing song that had something to do with married women and beer. Every chorus ended with a shout of “hey nonny!” They’d been at it for the past two hours, getting louder and more off-key by the minute.

Keelie sensed the trees stirring around her, and apparently they weren’t happy with the concert either. She’d been able to sense them all her life, but it was only since she’d moved in with Dad that they’d actually talked to her and allowed her to see their spirit faces. The ancient oaks, larger than the trees in Colorado, pressed their energy around her now, wanting her to come out and open herself to them.

There were whispering birches and silent elms, too, and small cherries and rooping willows that liked to keep their roots wet by the banks of the river that flowed, deep and silent, at the edge of the Faire’s campground. Sir Davey’s Earth magic lessons had helped her block the trees most of the time, so that she wouldn’t go crazy, but tonight she was tired, bored, and lonely, and she couldn’t concentrate on the simple words her father’s good friend had taught her. She had three more lessons to get through, from the notebook he had left her, but she couldn’t focus on them.

Keelie reached up and groped around on the little wooden shelf (cedar, from the north woods) built into her bunk. Her fingers closed over the smooth sides of the pink rose quartz she’d impulsively bought at the High Mountain Renaissance Faire. She held it in front of her, closed her eyes, and concentrated, trying to center herself. She inhaled and released her breath, then imagined that her feet were like tree roots seeking the dirt, grounding her. Her hands tingled, and there was a small ringing in her ears like tiny bells, which eased away most of the green tree-energy that surrounded her. The exercise would have been totally effective, but she was interrupted several times by shouts of “huzzah” from next door.

“Huzzah” was apparently the medieval equivalent of “You go,” and the Merry Men made full use of the word. Keelie opened her eyes. The room was bathed in a pinkish glow.

Yes! She’d done it. She’d been working with Sir Davey for weeks to summon the crystal’s protection. She couldn’t wait to show him how far shed come. She slumped back against the wall with a sigh. If only she could use the stone to send herself to the beach, or, for that matter, to bring her dad home from his errand.

Her father’s ridiculous little homemade camper was fine for overnight stays, like the ones they’d had on their trip from the Faire in Colorado to here, the Wildewood Renaissance Festival in upstate New York. This Faire was the last stop in her dad’s annual summer Tour de Ren Faires. He traveled to three a year, selling the beautiful and unique wood furniture that he made during the winter. When they finished here, they’d head for his winter home in Oregon.

She’d gotten over the embarrassment of people seeing her stepping out of the elaborately decorated little fairy-tale camper perched on the bed of the old pickup truck. But it was dollhouse-sized—too tiny for the three days they’d spent cooped up here while Dad set up his shop. She missed the spacious apartment of the High Mountain Renaissance Faire. She wistfully recalled their claw-foot bathtub and the tapestries depicting unicorns and flowers.

Outside, rain thrummed on the metal roof and the wooden sides of the camper, and against the tiny windows. Even the little cat door, unlatched now to let Knot in and out, creaked slightly. Raindrops pelted it as if tiny water soldiers were laying siege to the camper.

Keelie shuddered, remembering the water sprite she’d rescued in Colorado. That reminded her of the Red Cap, the destructive evil fairy she’d defeated. Not bad for a girl who until two months ago hadn’t known she had magical abilities.

She checked her watch, a contraband object according to the rules of the Faire. Everything the visitors saw had to be in keeping with the theme: “…nonperiod items must be left in the staff living area so as not to distract from the period Ambience…” That’s what the Players’ Manual said.

What a joke. If that were true, then everyone over fifteen could forget about having teeth. She’d taken history; she knew what it had been like back then. The world of the Renaissance Faire was a fabulous fake. Fun, but not to be taken seriously, so she figured some rules were better ignored.

According to her forbidden timepiece, it was just after midnight. Zeke, her dad, had left at ten to see Sir Davey and show him the way to the rock and gem shop’s new location.

Sir Davey had just arrived in his mammoth Winnebago, and was parked in the motor home section of the campground. It would be great if they could stay in his RV. She’d have to sleep on the pull-out sofa, of course, but she’d heard that Davey’s RV had a real bathroom in it. A hot shower sounded fabulous, not to mention going to the bathroom without crossing the entire campground. Maybe if she stayed in Sir Davey’s “cavern on wheels” she’d sleep peacefully—without sensing trees and having magic tingle through her body.

Dad had promised Keelie her own room in their supposedly beautiful tent. She hadn’t seen it yet, since it had been too wet to set it up. The tent was stashed in his shop, along with the furniture he’d shipped here to sell.

He was late. May he’d gotten so busy that he’d forgotten her, or some tree had distracted him. Or worse,some woman. Dad was a babe magnet, and Keelie didn’t want to share him with anyone now that she’d rediscovered him.

She needed to replace her destroyed cell phone. She didn’t want to use Dad’s, a small wooden rectangular box that he used to call other elves. The one time she’d tried to use it to call Sean at the Florida Ren Faire, she’d ended up telepathically linked to a spruce tree in Alberta, Canada.

After that, she tried talking Dad into buying her an iPhone. Mom had used a BlackBerry, which Dad might have been interested in because it sounded so natural and earthy, but none of her friends would be caught dead with one.

Mom. Keelie sniffled, wishing for lightning, thunder, some kind of weather drama. The plain old rain was making her maudlin, reminding her that her mother had only died three months ago. Not that she was over feeling sad; on the contrary, lately she’d been weeping over every little thing. She thought she’d gotten used to being without Mom, and to life without malls, friends from private school, tennis lessons, and the beach. Maybe she just needed to stay busy, to postpone the worst of her grief.

She missed Ariel, too. Keelie had bonded with the blind hawk that she had cared for in Colorado. Cameron, the birds-of-prey expert from the High Mountain Faire, had taken Ariel to a specialized rehab facility in Pennsylvania. No vet could help the bird. Ariel suffered from an elven curse, and so far no one had been able to break it.

Another loud “Hey nonny!” interrupted her thoughts. Keelie covered her ears to muffle the men’s singing, but it was no use. They were bellowing so loud that the townies could probably hear it.

“I put her forthwith over my knee And the naughty wench began to plea,
A little harder, master, pleeeaaaase…”

Keelie put her pillow over her head. It didn’t sound likely that the Merry Men would get depressed and go to bed.

Something smacked the side of the trailer. She imagined her dad’s hand holding on to the wall, injured, trying to find help and unable to reach the door. She held up her glowing quartz crystal. It shone brighter, and little rays of prismatic pink flashed around the room.

Ridiculous. But the image of her hurt dad lingered. Keelie pushed away the light blanket that covered her and sat up, leaving the bunk to open the door. Fat raindrops pattered on the ground beyond the wood-gingerbread encrusted overhang. The rain gleamed in the darkness, illuminated by lights from the Merry Men’s tent. Out here, she could also hear feminine laughter coming from it, along with the deeper rumble of male voices. She wasn’t going to look.

A Budweiser can gleamed in the light from the tent opening. No doubt this was the source of the thump on the wall. The morons in the tent had heaved an empty can out their tent door. It wasn’t even period ale, as if she cared. She sighed. No Dad. Just a bunch of late revelers. She was tempted to disobey Dad and join them, but he’d have a fit if she did.

She’d gone with Raven to one of the infamous tent parties at the other Faire. For Keelie, that party had been an eye-opener. Bottles of mead, a strong, honey-flavored wine, had been passed from person to person, followed by a shared cigarette that she knew wasn’t tobacco. And the guys who played the pirates at the Faire had been there. They were every bit as handsome as the jousting knights, but they took their rascally personas too seriously. Raven had danced for them, and one of the pirates had taken advantage of Raven’s distraction to sit close to Keelie. It had been fun, and scary, and exciting. But when Raven saw that the man had started feeling her up, she stopped dancing and got her out of there, at least without making a scene. Keelie appreciated that, and now knew that she wasn’t about to attend a tent party alone. Not that she’d want to go to this one.

Earlier, Keelie had overheard some of the Merry Men say that the Rivendell party area was quiet now, but that’s where the action would be once the Faire opened. The jousters kept the horses corralled in the meadow next to their tents, the section jokingly named Rivendell by some insider who knew that most jousters were elves. Jousters. She had a soft spot in her heart for one in particular—Sean. Her heart fluttered when she recalled their kiss. But her chest tightened when she remembered that Sean hadn’t called since their departure. He’d promised he would.

Keelie needed to talk to Raven. But Raven wasn’t here, and she was stuck at this Faire with no phone. She couldn’t even escape and find one, because she didn’t have a driver’s license. This was another sore point. Dad hadn’t given her any driving lessons, and was always making excuses whenever she approached him about it.

Something moved in the forest behind the tents. Holding up the rose quartz crystal like a lantern, Keelie squinted, but saw nothing. She was about to step back and close the door when the shadow stepped out of the forest. It was a horse, although not big and brawny like the jousters’ mounts. Maybe it was an Arabian. His white coat gleamed brightly, even in the darkness and deep shadows of the woods. It was probably one of the trick horses, the swift ponies that performed clever tricks in between jousts. Maybe he had broken free from the meadow.

Someone was going to be in big trouble for letting it get loose from the Rivendell corral. Keelie wasn’t about to get soaked trying to catch it, either. The roads around the Faire were far from busy, so what trouble could the horse get into? It would be safe enough until morning.

The trees began to sway, although there wasn’t any wind. Then Keelie felt green whispers trying to form in her mind. The rose quartz grew warm against her palm, and magic washed over her. Her hand tingled as the protective stone grew brighter and brighter. Suddenly, the light disappeared, and the night was black once more. As Keelie’s senses dissolved into spiraling green energy, even the sounds from the Merry Men’s tent disappeared. She was alone with the trees.

A heartbeat later, a single beam of pink light, like a laser, shot from the rose quartz. It reached across, turning into a bright silver glow that surrounded a slender spiral horn on the horse’s head. Then the horse turned sharply and ran into the woods, the glowing horn still visible.

Heart pounding, Keelie realized what she had seen. Oh. My. God. Adrenaline rushed through her body. The muscles in her legs tightened. Poised. Ready. She took a step toward the woods.

But, overcome with an overwhelming anxiety that screamed danger, she found that she couldn’t move. Something magical was forcing her to stay in place, rooted to the ground. The scent of cinnamon surrounded her.

A minute later, that’s where Dad found her, holding the rose quartz aloft and still staring blankly into the indigo shadows.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 18, 2013


    Great book- great trilogy :)

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 15, 2011

    Great Series

    This is an amazing book from a great series. Started reading them in sixth grade... and I'm still hooked waiting for the next in the... next series. Recomended!

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  • Posted November 2, 2008

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    After her mother passed away, Keelie Heartwood thought her life was completely over, especially when she head about having to live with her renaissance father. With her adventurous times there, from defeating evil fairies to finding out her magical abilities, Keelie started to adapt to her surroundings. She finally got to have that father-daughter bond that every girl should have, she made some really great friends like Ariel, and she found the perfect guy. <BR/><BR/>Of course, there are still some things that Keelie just can't get used to. Like having to stay in her father's camper; since her tent wasn't ready yet; while all the others got to stay in hotels with room service. And the fact that she has to make sure her wardrobe choices must fit with the renaissance theme. <BR/><BR/>Things are beginning to look up, though. Her best friend is coming into town to visit her (let's just hope she is fine with the whole Ren Faire thing), and Keelie is slowly advancing on her magic skills. <BR/><BR/>Like always, when good things happen, bad things seem to follow, like trying to figure out what boys are thinking, especially the ones who aren't really a part of this present time period. Like figuring out her dad, who doesn't seem like his old self that she just got to know. Other than that, Keelie just has to make sure that Elia doesn't ruin her life; unicorns, who have suddenly appeared, won't try to harm her in any way; and that the Wildewood is safe. <BR/><BR/>There really isn't much for Keelie to worry about... yeah, right! <BR/><BR/>Compelling and beautifully written, the story of a girl, a Ren Faire, and her magical world is continued in the second novel of the FAIRE FOLK TRILOGY. INTO THE WILDEWOOD delves deeper into the world that both Keelie and the reader were first introduced to. With a character like Keelie, the story is given a feel of reality, since she is just like any normal girl... who has magical powers and can communicate with trees, of course. A great follow-up to an already breathtaking first novel, fans of the series will be very satisfied.

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  • Posted October 24, 2008

    better than the first

    the characters came much more alive in this second book; more developed. There was quite a bit of adventure, and edge of your seat kind of excitement. The author does a good job of intertwining two worlds. As a mom who enjoys reading kids books, I thought it was a great deal of fun.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 13, 2008

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    This is even better than the first one. The characters are brought to life and the reader feels just like one of the family. Summers has managed to write another amazing book.

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