The Sleeping Beauty (Five Hundred Kingdoms Series #5)

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MERCEDES LACKEY'S magical A Tale of the Five Hundred Kingdoms series continues with a captivating new adventure…

Heavy is the head—and the eyelids—of the princess who wears the crown…

In Rosamund's realm, happiness hinges on a few simple beliefs. For every princess there's a prince. The King has ultimate power. Stepmothers should never be trusted. And bad things come to those who break with Tradition….

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Overview

MERCEDES LACKEY'S magical A Tale of the Five Hundred Kingdoms series continues with a captivating new adventure…

Heavy is the head—and the eyelids—of the princess who wears the crown…

In Rosamund's realm, happiness hinges on a few simple beliefs. For every princess there's a prince. The King has ultimate power. Stepmothers should never be trusted. And bad things come to those who break with Tradition….

But when Rosa is pursued by a murderous huntsman and then captured by dwarves, her beliefs go up in smoke. Determined to escape and save her kingdom from imminent invasion, she agrees to become the subject of one of her stepmother's risky incantations—thus falling into a deep, deep sleep.

When awakened by a touchy-feely stranger, Rosa must choose between Tradition and her future between a host of eligible princes and a handsome, fair-haired outsider. And learn the difference between being a princess and ruling as a Queen.

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Like any other princess, Rosamund just wants to believe in fairytales. Unfortunately, those velvety dreams dissolve in smoke when poor Rosa is chased by savage hunters and then unceremoniously held by some very impolite dwarves. At this point, our frantic princess takes an extreme measure: She agrees to submit to an incantation from, you guessed it, her stepmother, which brings her, first, sleep, and then a very touchy-feely stranger. What is a young girl to do? Now in mass market paperback and NOOKbook.

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Welcome to Eltaria, the land where fairy tales come true. A magical force known as the Tradition focuses on the beautiful Princess Rosamund shortly after her mother's death. After fleeing the Royal Huntsman, Rosamund meets the seven dwarfs, drinks a potion, and falls asleep. When Viking hero Siegfried finds her, he tries to kiss her awake--but Lily, Rosamund's fairy godmother, has other ideas and manipulates events to satisfy the Tradition while giving Rosamund a chance at a loving prince and happy ending. Lackey's fifth fairy tale retelling (after 2008's The Snow Queen) also includes passing nods to "Hansel and Gretel," "The Frog Prince," and "Puss-in-Boots," along with cameo appearances by Brunnhilde and Wotan. Despite plenty of twists and laughs, the plot is surprisingly forgettable, and most of the fun comes from finding all the fairy tale in-jokes peppering the pages. (July)
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780373803279
  • Publisher: Luna
  • Publication date: 5/24/2011
  • Series: Five Hundred Kingdoms Series , #5
  • Format: Mass Market Paperback
  • Pages: 416
  • Sales rank: 302,287
  • Product dimensions: 4.04 (w) x 6.62 (h) x 1.12 (d)

Meet the Author

New York Times bestselling author Mercedes Lackey has written over one hundred titles and has no plans to slow down. Known best for her tales of Valdemar and The Five Hundred Kingdoms, she's also a prolific lyricist and records her own music.

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Rosamund's heart pounded as fast as the hooves of the horse beneath her. This wasn't her sweet little palfrey, her Snowdrop—the little mare had been sent away by her stepmother without a reason, leaving only powerful, dangerous-looking black beasts in the stables.

This was one of those black horses, strong and fast, and terrifying to ride. From the moment she snatched the reins from the groom, threw herself into his saddle and smacked his rump with a riding crop, she had known she was taking her life in her hands. This was like being astride a tempest, or riding a boat over a waterfall. Her arms were a mass of scratches, and every second was an eternity of terror as she clung with all her might to his back.

But not half as terrifying as the Royal Huntsman, who was probably on another one of these monsters, chasing her down. With dogs. A pack of vicious, huge black boarhounds that had come with the Huntsman when he'd arrived weeks ago. She knew about the dogs, for sure; she could hear them baying behind her as the horse raced through the woods.

She had to crouch low over the horse's neck, because the horrible thing wasn't paying any attention to low branches; she had been whipped twice across the face before she took this position, and it was a wonder she hadn't been blinded.

Not that still having her eyesight made any difference right now.

The horse was careering through the woods, and she couldn't tell if it was on a path or not. It didn't seem to care. And even if she had known where to go, she doubted it would have responded to the reins. This was almost suicide; the beast could stumble and fall at any moment, taking her with it, killing them both, or at least breaking bones.

But behind her was certain death.

It was that terror, the glitter of the knife in the dark passageway, the bruised arm where the Huntsman had seized her, the look of cold, bored evil in the Huntsman's eyes, that had driven her to wrench herself free, to run headlong to the stables, to seize the reins of the horse waiting for her stepmother's afternoon ride—

That terror was still coiled inside her, making her urge the horse onward.

She didn't know where the horse was going, but she had no clear idea where she should go in the first place, so that hardly mattered. She'd figure that out when she was safe from the Huntsman. She'd gotten away—so The Tradition might be moving in her favor now. She'd find rescue. Maybe a Prince or a brave woodsman or a bold peasant boy. Maybe a princely thief with a good heart. Maybe a Wise Beast. Something would come to help her, surely, surely.

It must. This was Eltaria. She would not think about all the stories where the Evil Stepmother won, where the princess was eaten or ravished and left for dead or—

The horse galloped onward, deeper and deeper into the woods, into the sort of forest she had never seen before.

Something shrieked off to the side, and the horse bucked and shied violently, as if it thought she was something that had leapt on its back and was about to tear its throat out.

She couldn't hold on. Red-hot pain lanced through her fingertips as her nails broke and tore off when the rim of the saddle was ripped out of her hands, and then she was flying through the air. There was a moment of clarity, and a strange calm—then she landed in a patch of brush that broke her fall. The horse went careering off without her. And now she heard the hounds again.

But they were following the scent of the horse, not her. And the horse had tossed her a good many feet away.

She burrowed her way into the bushes rather than running senselessly after the horse, which she had no hope of catching anyway. She managed to claw her way out of sight through the mass of twigs and leaves and into the musty gloom beneath the branches, then wiggled under the bushes like a rabbit in a warren, belly-down on the dirt and leaves until she was, she hoped, well away from where she had broken her way in, and still farther from where she'd parted company with the horse. And then, with her nose inches from the ground, she waited.

The hounds bellowed past in full cry, and she shivered, hearing the sound of hoofbeats on their heels. But they didn't stop, and the Huntsman must not have seen the signs of her being thrown. They raced off, farther into the woods, on the trail of the horse. She waited, sweat cooling and itching, insects crawling over her, until the sound of baying was nothing more than a muffled moan in the distance.

Then she struggled her way to the edge of the brush patch, staggered to her feet and listened, hard, to get a direction.

She had no idea where she was, of course. So any direction was a good one, as long as it took her away from the Huntsman.

She picked her way through the dense undergrowth as best she could, trying to get as much distance as possible between herself and her pursuers. She was tired, frightened, hurting from a thousand cuts and bruises. She had no idea where she was, no food or water, no shelter. And now, yes, she did hear the rumble of thunder above the trees. It certainly was going to rain.

Any minute.

Could things possibly get any worse?

Don't think that! she told herself sharply, thinking of bears—wolves—not-so-princely thieves. This wasn't a bad thing. The rain would wash away her scent. The hounds and the Huntsman would not be able to find her. She just needed to find someplace to get out of the rain.

And pray that The Tradition didn't want to make a Fair Corpse out of her—

She couldn't help it. She started to cry. It shouldn't be this hard; didn't everyone in the family study what The Tradition was going to do? Shouldn't they have been able to stop this? She stumbled against an old oak tree, put out her hand to steady herself and found it was hollow. Like a frightened rabbit, she crawled inside.

It wasn't fair. It just wasn't fair. Why did her mother die? She had been so good; she'd never done anything to deserve to die!

But of course, the part of her mind that was always calculating, always thinking, the part she could never make just stop, said and if it hadn't been that, it would have been something else. You just turned sixteen. You know what that means in The Tradition.

Oh, she knew. Sixteen was bad enough for ordinary girls. For the noble, the wealthy, The Tradition ruthlessly decreed what sort of birthday you would have—if you were pretty, it was the celebration of a lifetime. If you were plain, everyone, literally everyone, would forget it was even your birthday, and you would spend the day miserable and alone. Traditional Paths went from there, decreeing, unless you fought it, just what the rest of your life would be like based on that birthday. For a Princess, it was worse. For the only child who was also a Princess, worse still. Curses or blessings, which might be curses in disguise, descended. Parents died or fell deathly ill. You were taken by a dragon. Evil Knights demanded your hand. Evil Sorcerers kidnapped you to marry you—or worse.

It wasn't fair. And it didn't help that she knew exactly what to blame.

She cried and shivered and hiccupped and cried more, sneezed and shivered and cried. She wanted her father, but her father was back at the border with his army, having delivered his new Queen ceremoniously to the palace. She wanted her mother, but her mother was in the Royal Cenotaph, and Queen Sable was—

Was an Evil Stepmother, was what she was. She had nothing in her wardrobe but black! Oh, she said it was out of respect for the late Queen Celeste, but this was Eltaria, and someone who wore nothing but black was either a poet or an Evil Sorceress, and Rosa hadn't heard Sable declaiming any sonnets or seen her scribbling in velvet-covered journals.

And besides, not three hours after the King had left again, Rosa had gone spying on the new Queen, and had seen her actually talking to some disembodied green head in a mirror! So that pretty much clinched the Sorceress part! And who else but an Evil Sorceress would have been talking to a disembodied green head?

That had been enough for her, she'd avoided her stepmother completely after that, and lived in dread of what was coming. She avoided needles, the spindles of spinning wheels, anything sharp and pointed. She kept away from balconies and only ate what she'd seen everyone else eat. She'd locked her door at night, set traps to trip up anyone coming through the window or down the chimney and had so many charms against demons and the like hung up in the canopy of her bed that they rattled softly against one another in the darkness. She'd done everything she could think of—

But she truly had not thought that a servant, no matter how sinister, would dare to raise his hand against her.

She was so cold…so cold she ached with it and jumped every time lightning struck near, which was horribly often. And every time she thought she couldn't cry anymore, a fresh shock sent her off again.

Why had her father done this? She didn't know; at times it was as if he was two different people. There was the wonderful Father who sometimes turned up without warning to teach her how to make her nightmares stop, who gave her rare, enchanted toys, like the tiny kitten that never became a cat and would go curl up on a shelf when you told it "time for bed." Then there was the King, who was always away at war, and who treated her with the grave formality of a complete stranger.

Of course he did, said that voice in her head. If you were the beloved Princess, The Tradition would make your life, your fate, even more horrible.

Where was Godmother Lily then? She'd come to the funeral, but why hadn't she healed Rosa's mother? Why hadn't she kept her father from marrying that witch?

She could remember her old nurse saying something, though. It doesn't always take a spell to turn a man's head and wits.

Just as Rosa thought that, she felt movement at her back.

And what had been, she thought, the solid wood behind her abruptly vanished.

She squeaked, frightened, confused—had lightning knocked a hole in the tree? Had it been so rotten it was now falling to pieces?

But then she felt hands!

They were grabbing her, seizing her, hauling at her clothing, her hair, her arms!

She screamed, kicked, tried to squirm away, scrabbled frantically at the edge of the hollow to pull herself out and run—no matter that it was running into the storm. That didn't matter a bit when there were dozens of hands trying to grab her! But these hands were strong, rough, and grabbed her with grips of iron, bruising her arms, pulling her hair. She screamed again, tried to writhe, and suddenly her head was enveloped in harsh, fetid, mildew-smelling cloth.

She screamed again, fought, hit, kicked, but was pulled backward and down. She continued to fight, trying to grab for things blindly, caught what felt like roots and had her hands torn away from them.

Then there was a tremendous blow to the back of her head, and she saw stars and for a little while, lost consciousness.

When the stars and the dazzle cleared away, she felt herself being half dragged, half carried, and when she tried to wiggle free, knew immediately she had been trussed up like game. There were ropes around her upper arms and chest, more ropes tying her ankles and wrists together; two or three people had hold of her shoulders, but her heels were dragging along a dirt surface, and every so often one of them lost his grip and let her fall. She couldn't smell anything through the mildew of the bag, but it was cold and dank, like a cave.

A long time later, or so it seemed, as she collected a whole new set of bumps and bruises, she was summarily dropped on a stone floor, and the cloth was pulled off her head.

She looked up. She was in a rough stone-walled room, with seven people in it besides herself. Two of them had lanterns. She didn't have to look up very far, her captors were all very short and the two lanterns they had were more than enough for her to see them clearly. They were very dirty little men, with long beards of various colors, beards that had bits of stone and moss and probably food in them. Their rough clothing, made of what looked like canvas and leather, was ragged and in dire need of mending. No matter their short stature; they were all heavily muscled and looked very strong.

This was, of course, because they were indeed very strong, stronger than most human men. She knew what they were, of course. They were Dwarves.

Dwarves did a great deal of the mining here in El-taria. They had an uncanny feeling for rock and earth, where the best stuff was, and how to get it out without killing themselves or anyone else.

She had seen Dwarves before, quite a few of them in fact. When they got mining concessions, it was on the basis of sharing the wealth they extracted with the Crown as well as a tithe to their Clan, and the quarterly presentations of the Crown share were actually considered a sight not to be missed. The Dwarves would turn up in amazing outfits, entire gowns made of plates of metal scarcely larger than a head of a pin for their women, chain mail that looked like knitted silk for the men, and jewelry that never failed to make jaws drop for both sexes. Beards and hair were combed, braided, perfumed and bejeweled. They were truly gorgeous.

Not this lot. They were filthier than any living being Rosa had ever seen. They hadn't so much as a copper chain around their necks, nor a garnet earring. And they stank. She doubted that their beards had ever seen a brush.

There were, of course, renegade Dwarves; there were bad Dwarves just as there were bad humans, or virtually any other race. There were Dwarves who didn't want to hand over a share of what they found to the Crown or tithe to their Clan, and dug their hidden mines furtively.

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  • Posted August 30, 2010

    The most fun yet

    This tale takes the Seigfried saga from the old Norse myths, has it run head-long into a pain-in-the-a.. (keister) cross between Sleeping Beauty and Snow White and stirs it with a big stick of Terry Pratchett-inspired goofiness.

    I picked it up, intending to read a chapter or so before going to sleep and found myself-ironically, given the title-wide awake until I finished it. I grinned and giggled and ruefully shook my head throughout. Basically, it's a fun little romp, and quite possibly the best of her Five Hundred Kingdoms books yet.

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted April 11, 2010

    Simply charming.

    Mercedes Lackey's latest installment of the Tales of the Five Hundred Kingdoms is a fun, imaginative romp. Lighter than the fourth book in this series, this story starts out as the Tradition appears to be acting out a Snow White tale, but all is not what it appears. The main heroine in the story is Rosamund or Rosa. While Princess of one of the richest kingdoms, Rosa's mother was a shepherdess and installed in her daughter practical knowledge to allow Rosa to face whatever the Tradition throws her way. After tragic events leads to various princes competing in a series of trials for Rosa's hand to protect the Kingdom, the story takes a more humorous turn as the trials lead to often hilarious situations. The two heroes in the story, Prince Leopold and Siegfried are often thrust into humorous situations running the gamut from obsessed unicorns to cursed objects. A charming story with a satisfying ending.

    2 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 19, 2013

    Nice twist

    I love old fairy tales, so Im a fan of ghe five hundred kingdoms. When the godmothers are involved the stories are even better.
    Nice twist mixing snow white and sleeping beauty.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 4, 2013

    This is the best of the series in my opinion.

    Definitely funniest, with good action.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 3, 2013

    Who knew?

    A different version of our beloved fairy tales and a fun read.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 21, 2013

    Ah.

    So i see.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 21, 2013

    to question person

    No its based on generic medievil timesl

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  • Posted December 14, 2012

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    There's only been one of the "500 Kingdom Tales" that

    There's only been one of the "500 Kingdom Tales" that I have not liked and that was the Snow White one. All the others have been beautifully done (although she could write some sentient Otters in a book...wink wink nudge nudge XD ) All of her characters are smoothly written and inter-work beautifully.
    One might think the Godmother Series to be a "bit of fluff" but it certainly is not. With Mme Lackey's hands, she's spun a web so very fine the stories are simple but do-sit-on-the-edge -of-one's-seat!. I had to finish "The Fairy Godmother in an evening"; there was no way I was putting it down!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 5, 2012

    Keep the 500 kingdoms comming

    I really enjoy reading about fairy godmothers and the 500 kingdoms. They are very enjoyable and intertaining. Keep them comming. Can' t wait untill the next one.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 1, 2012

    A enjoyable and fun book, a wicked twist to fairy tales

    If you enjoy books with humor and fantasy, you will like the Five Hundred Kingdom Books. I recommend you start with number one as in some of the books characters from other books are in the story. I greatly enjoyed all of the books.

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  • Posted July 19, 2012

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    The Sleeping Beauty isn't really a Sleeping Beauty story. Inste

    The Sleeping Beauty isn't really a Sleeping Beauty story. Instead Lackey takes several elements from the classic tale and weaves it into the mix with a Snow Skin tale. There are three points of view in this story. Rosa, the blond resourceful princess, who may eventually be a godmother for her own kingdom. Godmother Lily, who is a three hundred year old half fay, also blond, and is in charge of one of the richest of the 500 kingdoms. Lastly, Prince Siegfried, a Viking Hero, also blond, and who is trying to avoid his fate of doom by waking a sleeping shield maiden in a ring of fire.
    Overall, The Sleeping Beauty, is one of the more humorous stories in the series. I really enjoyed it. The romance is slightly predictable, but there are some trials that need to be overcome before the two love birds find their way to each other. (Oh and if you are wondering why I listed that all three main characters have blond hair, look at the girl on the cover of the book! The only character with dark black hair is the "evil" Queen Sable!)

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 21, 2012

    Nuthin Lackey-in from this book!

    If you loved fairytales as a child you have GOT to read this series. Funny and interesting. Neatly provides the backstory and depth you missed from the Grimm versions.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 26, 2011

    Funny as always!

    Just enough humor with romance with action. I love this whole series!

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  • Posted December 19, 2011

    Definitely recommend

    Fun tale with a cross between Sleeping Beauty & Snow White. Just a fun fairy tale romance sans the smut.

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  • Posted September 19, 2011

    Enjoyed

    This was a little slow in the beginning. The author has a good imagination. Not at all like the really Sleeping Beauty story. I like the characters it keeps you guessing.

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  • Posted August 14, 2011

    Wonderful spin on classic tales

    I've read every one of 500 Kingdoms books so far and once again Mercedes Lackey has 'nailed it'. I can't wait for the next book in the series. I love the idea that even though fate might be pushing each of us into certain situations, we can change the outcome with just a little help and a certain amount of stubborness. The princesses are stronger willed than in the original fairy tales and the heroes aren't always quite so heroic but in the end, true love and fairy godmothers always win out.

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  • Posted July 30, 2011

    Liked it!

    A very nice blending of several different tales. Loved the hero!

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  • Posted July 22, 2011

    Nice twist to classic fairy tale.

    This story bucks TRADITION as the fairy godmother, the wicked stepmother, and the princess must work together to save their kingdom! I enjoyed it alot, especially the end! Ha ha!

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  • Posted April 22, 2011

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    A New Twist on an Old Classic

    The fifth and latest book in the series, The Sleeping Beauty, sounds like it will be about a Beauty Asleep who pricks her finger on a spinning wheel and sleeps for years, but it isn't. While Princess Rosa was born with the fair looks of a Beauty Asleep, she's no longer eligible for this path once her mother dies. The Tradition tries to make her father fall for an evil sorceress, which would put her on an Ella Cinders path, but the kingdom of Eltaria's fairy godmother, Lily, disguises herself and marries the King in order to keep the realm safe. Not liking the twist on what it wants, The Tradition tries again, this time forcing Rosa on a Snowskin path. Something goes wrong, however, and the seven dwarves who find her lock her up and treat her like a slave. After she's saved, the magic begins to level out and the novel becomes more concise. A third Traditional path is introduced, this one by the fairy godmother herself. Because Eltaria is a rich country, the neighboring kingdoms are always invading. In order to keep the land from falling into enemy hands after the king dies, Godmother Lily creates a tournament so that princes far and wide will come in an attempt to win Rosa's hand. This will also keep Eltaria from being attacked by its neighbors.

    The plan works well, and three suitors in particular stand out: Leopold, who steals many of the books comedic moments, Seigfried, a hero on his own Traditional path steeped in Norse Mythology, and Desmond, who is full of mystery and secrets. Rosa finds herself leaning toward these three princes and hoping one of them will win the tournament. In addition, Rosa begins taking lessons from Godmother Lily for in case she has the magic necessary to be a Queen Godmother, which would be much-appreciated in her kingdom, which is constantly pouring out new Traditional stories.

    The Fairy Godmother remains my favorite title in this series, perhaps because I read it first. I loved the way it told the tale of an Ella Cinders whose prince was too young and the way she chose to instead become a fairy godmother. In the process, she defied The Tradition every step of the way and even created her own, unheard-of happily ever after. The Sleeping Beauty, on the other hand, took a while to find its voice. There were a lot of tales and paths twisted together in this novel, making it hard to get into right away. The novel becomes stronger when the tournament is introduced. Characters are fleshed out more and Princess Rosa becomes much stronger and more interesting. I liked the fact that this novel once more had a lot of focus on the godmother's role and that, in a way, Godmother Lily made her own story by taking a non-traditional route toward happiness. I really liked the inclusion of Norse Mythology and the fact that one of the suitors,

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  • Posted October 10, 2010

    Read it now!

    I just finished this book and couldn't put it down.
    Mercedes Lackey has expanded her tales of the Five Hundred Kingdoms and has done so with a bang!
    This book has all sorts of traditional fairy tales being jumbled and tossed into each other creating a tangled web of intrigue. Sleeping Beauty combines with Snow White which combines with others to create a plot that will leave you clinging to the book covers and sitting in your chair until all the pages have been turned.
    If you enjoyed her other books from the Five Hundred Kindoms, you'll enjoy this one too.

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