Once Upon a Rose

Once Upon a Rose

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by Nora Roberts, Jill Gregory, Ruth Ryan Langan, Marianne Willman

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Love blossoms like the luscious petals of spring’s very first rose…

Winter Rose
#1 New York Times bestselling author Nora Roberts
On a remote island cursed with eternal winter, a young queen heals a wounded soldier—and warms her heart with the joys of true love…

The Rose and the Sword
Jill Gregory


Love blossoms like the luscious petals of spring’s very first rose…

Winter Rose
#1 New York Times bestselling author Nora Roberts
On a remote island cursed with eternal winter, a young queen heals a wounded soldier—and warms her heart with the joys of true love…

The Rose and the Sword
Jill Gregory
An exiled princess’s last hope for recovering her lost kingdom lies with the embittered prince she is pledged to marry—a man as impossible as he is irresistible…

The Roses of Glenross
Ruth Ryan Langan
Sheltered in an abbey in war-torn Scotland, a lonely lass tends a haunted rose garden—while a heroic soldier basks in the pure glow of her love…

The Fairest Rose
Award-winning author Marianne Willman
Embarking on a dangerous quest to win the hand of a princess, a bold Irish warrior falls for the one woman who has the power to save his life—and hold his heart…

Editorial Reviews

Publishers Weekly
An addition to the "Once Upon..." series (Once Upon a Dream, etc.), this anthology of magical stories is anchored once again by the prolific Roberts. All four entries have the vaguely mystical feel of the fairy tale and the connecting conceit of the rose. The best of the lot is Willman's "The Fairest Rose," a quest narrative with a winning heroine who displays a strength of will that surprises even herself. The weak link is "The Roses of Glenross," by Langan. Featuring a pair of battle-scarred lovers recuperating in a haunted Scottish abbey, the story is tainted by inconsistent characterizations and a contrived rose motif. Roberts deftly conjures a fantasy world of ice and snow in "Winter Rose," but her chilly tale lacks the fiery romantic tension typical of her writing. Finally, Jill Gregory's "The Rose and the Sword" is an engaging but slight quest narrative; the hero and heroine achieve their ends too hastily and learn very little from their journey. The rose motif ties this anthology together better than many similar projects, but none of the selections are outstanding. Although each of the contributing authors has a loyal fan base who will be pleased by this book, this isn't a worthy introduction to their work. (Oct. 2) Forecast: With Roberts's name emblazoned on the cover in large print, this mystical anthology will sell, especially among avid readers of historical romance and fans of fantasy. Copyright 2001 Cahners Business Information.

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"Winter Rose" by Nora Roberts
Copyright (c) 2001 by Nora Roberts


The world was white. And bitter, bitter cold. Exhausted, he drooped in the saddle, unable to do more than trust his horse to continue to trudge forward. Always forward. He knew that to stop, even for moments, in this cruel and keening wind would mean death.

The pain in his side was a freezing burn, and the only thing that kept him from sliding into oblivion.

He was lost in that white globe, blinded by the endless miles of it that covered hill and tree and sky, trapped in the frigid hell of vicious snow gone to icy shards in the whip of the gale. Though even the slow, monotonous movements of his horse brought him agony, he did not yield.

At first the cold had been a relief from the scorching yellow sun. It had, he thought, cooled the fever the wound had sent raging through him. The unblemished stretch of white had numbed his mind so that he'd no longer seen the blood staining the battleground. Or smelled the stench of death.

For a time, when the strength had drained out of him along with his blood, he'd thought he heard voices in the rising wind. Voices that had murmured his name, had whispered another.

Delirium, he'd told himself. For he didn't believe the air could speak.

He'd lost track of how long he'd been traveling. Hours, days, weeks. His first hope had been to come across a cottage, a village where he could rest and have his wound treated. Now he simply wanted to find a decent place to die. Perhaps he was dead already and hell was endless winter.

He no longer hungered, though the last time he'd eaten had been before the battle. The battle, he thought dimly, where he'd emerged victorious and unscathed. It had been foolish, carelessly foolish, of him to ride for home alone.

The trio of enemy soldiers had, he was sure, been trying to reach their own homes when they met him on that path in the forest. His first instinct was to let them go. The battle had been won and the invasion crushed. But war and death were still in their eyes, and when they charged him his sword was in his hand.

They would never see home now. Nor, he feared, would he.

As his mount plodded onward, he fought to remain conscious. And now he was in another forest, he thought dully as he struggled to focus. Though how he had come to it, how he had gotten lost when he knew his kingdom as intimately as a man knew a lover's face, was a mystery to him.

He had never traveled here before. The trees looked dead to him, brittle and gray. He heard no bird, no brook, just the steady swish of his horse's hooves in the snow.

Surely this was the land of the dead, or the dying.

When he saw the deer, it took several moments to register. It was the first living thing he'd seen since the flakes had begun to fall, and it watched him without fear.

Why not? he mused with a weak laugh. He hadn't the strength to notch an arrow. When the stag bounded away, Kylar of Mrydon, prince and warrior, slumped over the neck of his horse.

When he came to again, the forest was at his back, and he faced a white, white sea. Or so it seemed. Just as it seemed, in the center of that sea, a silver island glittered. Through his hazy vision, he made out turrets and towers. On the topmost a flag flew in the wild wind. A red rose blooming full against a field of white.

He prayed for strength. Surely where there was a flag flying there were people. There was warmth. He would have given half a kingdom to spend the last hour of his life by a fire's light and heat.

But his vision began to go dark at the edges and his head swam. Through the waves of fatigue and weakness he thought he saw the rose, red as blood, moving over that white sea toward him. Gritting his teeth, he urged his horse forward. If he couldn't have the fire, he wanted the sweet scent of the rose before he died.

He lacked even the strength to curse fate as he slid once more into unconsciousness and tumbled from the saddle into the snow.

The fall shot pain through him, pushed him back to the surface, where he clung as if under a thin veil of ice. through it, he saw a face leaning close to his. Lovely long-lidded eyes, green as the moss in the forests of his home, smooth skin of rose and cream. A soft, full mouth. He saw those pretty lips move, but couldn't hear the words she spoke through the buzzing in his head.

The hood of her red cloak covered her hair, and he reached up to touch the cloth. "You're not a flower after all.''

''No, my lord. Only a woman.''

&'grave;Well, it's better to die warmed by a kiss than a fire.''

He tugged on the hood, felt that soft, full mouth meet his—one sweet taste—before he passed out.

Men, Deirdre thought as she eased back, were such odd creatures. To steal a kiss at such a time was surely beyond folly. Shaking her head, she got to her feet and took in hand the horn that hung from the sash at her waist. She blew the signal for help, then removed her cloak to spread over him. Sitting again, she cradled him as best she could in her arms and waited for stronger hands to carry the unexpected guest into the castle.

—From Once Upon A Rose by Nora Roberts, Jill Gregory, and Ruth Langan, Copyright (c) October 2001, Jove Publications, a division of Penguin Putnam Inc., used by permission."

Meet the Author

Nora Roberts is the #1 New York Times-bestselling author of more than 200 novels. She is also the author of the bestsellingIn Deathseries written under the pen name J.D. Robb. There are more than 500 million copies of her books in print.

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¿Winter Rose¿ by Nora Roberts. Prince Kylar of Mrydon arrives nearly dead when Lady Deirdre finds him and takes him into her keep. She heals his body and he heals her soul and heart freeing her ever-wintry land from its hidden enchantment.

¿The Rose and the Sword¿ by Jill Gregory. Forced to leave her loving home, Princess Brittany must find her betrothed to save her life and regain her lost kingdom. Brittany seeks Prince Lucius even as Darius the Wizard wants her dead. However, Lucius seems incapable of heroism until love enters the equation.

¿The Roses of Glenross¿ by Ruth Ryan Langan. The barbarians are winning the battle in spite of valor from their opponents. Jamie Morgan rescues an intrepid Alexa MacCallum from their mutual enemy and takes her to an abbey. She tends a haunted rose garden until he returns to offer love as a healer for both of them.

¿The Fairest Rose¿ by Marianne Willman. Evil sorceress Lady Bryn has captured the ¿heart¿ of King Gilmore through a spell. Tor arrives and begins to rescue the people and the King from the evil Bryn and her associates, but it is Gilmore¿s daughter Mouse who casts a spell of love between them.

All four tales are exciting romantic fantasies that are so well written readers will feel they received a dozen long stem roses.

Harriet Klausner