The Masked Fae by Shari L. Tapscott EPUB & PDF – eBook Details Online
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- Author: Shari L. Tapscott
- Language: English
- Genre: New Adult & College Fantasy
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ALICE
The air smells like the rose water Grandmother kept in a cut crystal bottle
on her dressing table when I was young. And yet, it’s not quite the same.
This fragrance is sharper, fresher, more…pink.
It isn’t the deep crimson scent of bouquets brought by suitors, nor is it
the sunny yellow smell of the lollipop-shaped rose tree topiaries beyond the
library’s glass doors.
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This is sweeter, with hints of apples and clover. It’s a gentle floral,
pleasing without being cloying.
But there is something about it that concerns my sleep-hazed mind. I
dance on the edge of consciousness, in those precious moments before
dreams give way to reality.
Cold air caresses my bare arms and neck, making my skin prickle with
goosebumps. Even once I’m awake, with sleep and dreams fading, it takes
me several moments to remember where I am.
Wild roses, scented like cool summer mornings before the sun chases
away the dew.
Rose Briar Woods.
My eyes fly open with a start. A velvet curtain pillows my cheek, and
my shoulder presses into the sidewall of Gustin’s carriage—a carriage that
should be moving.
Gustin.
My brother’s name stirs up both anger and anguish, and I sit up as the
strong emotions clear my head. Why have we stopped?
I push aside the scarlet curtain and peer into the growing darkness
beyond the window, hoping to find we’ve arrived at Lord Ambrose’s estate.
Perhaps his staff took pity on me when they found me asleep and left me at
peace for a few minutes.
But my chest tightens when I see nothing but dense, dusk-cloaked trees.
The undergrowth is thick with raspberry bushes. The berries are small and
not yet ripe. They fight for territory under and around the evergreens, their
adversaries the wild roses that grow only in this spring wood.
The leggy, heavily thorned rosebushes bloom in froths of blush. Like
holiday garlands, their long canes venture up the dusty fir trees, wrapping
around the trunks and heavy boughs like true vines.
Roses don’t behave like that outside the wood. Even to grace an arbor,
they must be trained and tied, pruned and coaxed.
But things don’t follow the natural rules here, because here is there. A
Faerie wood—beautiful, wild.
And dangerous.
An arched bridge marks the border between our land and the Fae’s. It’s
a grand example of ancient architecture, built of gleaming white stone,
spanning a river that protects the West Faerie border like a moat of old—
keeping humans out, keeping the creatures of Faerie in.
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