Shee Willow-Legend
“Shee Willow-Legend”
“They called her ‘faeling’ and Willow ran.
She isn’t running anymore.
Willow Lang is an artist working in a top art museum in New York City, when Shayne Bantry enters her life and offers her a job restoring his classic canvas paintings in his home, in Ireland.
There are things about Willow he doesn’t know.
There are things about Shayne Bantry that she doesn’t know.
There is a handsome gypsy vying for her affection, and a favorite Fae Prince, Breslyn, Prince of Dagda that some of us have met in “Spellbound-Legend.”
Come on in and meet Willow, travel with her on her sensual journey.
It is quite a ride…
an excerpt:
My name—Willow Lang. So much has happened that you need to know, so I will start at the beginning—but first, I’ll give you some stats.
How I got to the ripe old age of twenty-three and still remained sane is beyond me. Maybe I’m not sane. I have been told that my pale blonde, very thick, very long hair catches the eye. Eyes? Mine are violet. Come on, you say, but yes, they are violet, like the flower. That is an accident of birth—I take no credit for it.
I stand about five foot three in my stocking feet, and I have a really good figure. Now, please don’t think I am being immodest. I am not, because in spite of all that, I know, have always known, I am a freak!
Let me explain.
I should first give you a little history of the Tuatha Dé (the Fae). They came to Ireland before the beginning of history. They are immortal, which means they don’t get sick, they don’t age past their maturity (which generally looks about twenty-eight to thirty years old), and more often than not, they get sadly, dangerously bored. When they get so bored that they are ready to off themselves, they look for really good entertainment.
Apparently to many of the Fae, humans provide that entertainment for them.
So you should know right up front, I am not quite human. My father is Tuatha Dé.
Yep—an alien, ancient race from the World Danu. No tinkerbells, no flitting about, tiny winged things. The Seelie Fae are tall, bold, and many of them (male and female alike) have been warriors and are built along those lines. All of them are almost too beautiful to look at (especially the members of the Seelie four Royal Houses). Their eyes are iridescent (unless they have taken human Glamour).
Glamour is something they use to disguise the alien in themselves, which can be seen in the iridescence of their eyes.
My mom was human, but a very unusual kind.
I guess my eyes are such a unique shade of violet because of the combination of my dad’s many-colored thing going on in his Fae eyes and the deep blue of my mom’s. At any rate, my dad enjoyed describing how totally, completely, and madly in love with my mom he was. I always knew my mom was even more totally and madly in love with him. They both doted on me.
My mom died when I was ten years old.
Okay, what does all that really mean, you ask? It meant that from the start I never belonged in either world—freak.
I didn’t belong in Tir (the world of the Fae), and although here in Wilmington, North Carolina, was where I lived, where I grew up, I didn’t completely fit in with my peers here either.
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“They called her ‘faeling’ and Willow ran.
She isn’t running anymore.
Willow Lang is an artist working in a top art museum in New York City, when Shayne Bantry enters her life and offers her a job restoring his classic canvas paintings in his home, in Ireland.
There are things about Willow he doesn’t know.
There are things about Shayne Bantry that she doesn’t know.
There is a handsome gypsy vying for her affection, and a favorite Fae Prince, Breslyn, Prince of Dagda that some of us have met in “Spellbound-Legend.”
Come on in and meet Willow, travel with her on her sensual journey.
It is quite a ride…
an excerpt:
My name—Willow Lang. So much has happened that you need to know, so I will start at the beginning—but first, I’ll give you some stats.
How I got to the ripe old age of twenty-three and still remained sane is beyond me. Maybe I’m not sane. I have been told that my pale blonde, very thick, very long hair catches the eye. Eyes? Mine are violet. Come on, you say, but yes, they are violet, like the flower. That is an accident of birth—I take no credit for it.
I stand about five foot three in my stocking feet, and I have a really good figure. Now, please don’t think I am being immodest. I am not, because in spite of all that, I know, have always known, I am a freak!
Let me explain.
I should first give you a little history of the Tuatha Dé (the Fae). They came to Ireland before the beginning of history. They are immortal, which means they don’t get sick, they don’t age past their maturity (which generally looks about twenty-eight to thirty years old), and more often than not, they get sadly, dangerously bored. When they get so bored that they are ready to off themselves, they look for really good entertainment.
Apparently to many of the Fae, humans provide that entertainment for them.
So you should know right up front, I am not quite human. My father is Tuatha Dé.
Yep—an alien, ancient race from the World Danu. No tinkerbells, no flitting about, tiny winged things. The Seelie Fae are tall, bold, and many of them (male and female alike) have been warriors and are built along those lines. All of them are almost too beautiful to look at (especially the members of the Seelie four Royal Houses). Their eyes are iridescent (unless they have taken human Glamour).
Glamour is something they use to disguise the alien in themselves, which can be seen in the iridescence of their eyes.
My mom was human, but a very unusual kind.
I guess my eyes are such a unique shade of violet because of the combination of my dad’s many-colored thing going on in his Fae eyes and the deep blue of my mom’s. At any rate, my dad enjoyed describing how totally, completely, and madly in love with my mom he was. I always knew my mom was even more totally and madly in love with him. They both doted on me.
My mom died when I was ten years old.
Okay, what does all that really mean, you ask? It meant that from the start I never belonged in either world—freak.
I didn’t belong in Tir (the world of the Fae), and although here in Wilmington, North Carolina, was where I lived, where I grew up, I didn’t completely fit in with my peers here either.
Shee Willow-Legend
“Shee Willow-Legend”
“They called her ‘faeling’ and Willow ran.
She isn’t running anymore.
Willow Lang is an artist working in a top art museum in New York City, when Shayne Bantry enters her life and offers her a job restoring his classic canvas paintings in his home, in Ireland.
There are things about Willow he doesn’t know.
There are things about Shayne Bantry that she doesn’t know.
There is a handsome gypsy vying for her affection, and a favorite Fae Prince, Breslyn, Prince of Dagda that some of us have met in “Spellbound-Legend.”
Come on in and meet Willow, travel with her on her sensual journey.
It is quite a ride…
an excerpt:
My name—Willow Lang. So much has happened that you need to know, so I will start at the beginning—but first, I’ll give you some stats.
How I got to the ripe old age of twenty-three and still remained sane is beyond me. Maybe I’m not sane. I have been told that my pale blonde, very thick, very long hair catches the eye. Eyes? Mine are violet. Come on, you say, but yes, they are violet, like the flower. That is an accident of birth—I take no credit for it.
I stand about five foot three in my stocking feet, and I have a really good figure. Now, please don’t think I am being immodest. I am not, because in spite of all that, I know, have always known, I am a freak!
Let me explain.
I should first give you a little history of the Tuatha Dé (the Fae). They came to Ireland before the beginning of history. They are immortal, which means they don’t get sick, they don’t age past their maturity (which generally looks about twenty-eight to thirty years old), and more often than not, they get sadly, dangerously bored. When they get so bored that they are ready to off themselves, they look for really good entertainment.
Apparently to many of the Fae, humans provide that entertainment for them.
So you should know right up front, I am not quite human. My father is Tuatha Dé.
Yep—an alien, ancient race from the World Danu. No tinkerbells, no flitting about, tiny winged things. The Seelie Fae are tall, bold, and many of them (male and female alike) have been warriors and are built along those lines. All of them are almost too beautiful to look at (especially the members of the Seelie four Royal Houses). Their eyes are iridescent (unless they have taken human Glamour).
Glamour is something they use to disguise the alien in themselves, which can be seen in the iridescence of their eyes.
My mom was human, but a very unusual kind.
I guess my eyes are such a unique shade of violet because of the combination of my dad’s many-colored thing going on in his Fae eyes and the deep blue of my mom’s. At any rate, my dad enjoyed describing how totally, completely, and madly in love with my mom he was. I always knew my mom was even more totally and madly in love with him. They both doted on me.
My mom died when I was ten years old.
Okay, what does all that really mean, you ask? It meant that from the start I never belonged in either world—freak.
I didn’t belong in Tir (the world of the Fae), and although here in Wilmington, North Carolina, was where I lived, where I grew up, I didn’t completely fit in with my peers here either.
“They called her ‘faeling’ and Willow ran.
She isn’t running anymore.
Willow Lang is an artist working in a top art museum in New York City, when Shayne Bantry enters her life and offers her a job restoring his classic canvas paintings in his home, in Ireland.
There are things about Willow he doesn’t know.
There are things about Shayne Bantry that she doesn’t know.
There is a handsome gypsy vying for her affection, and a favorite Fae Prince, Breslyn, Prince of Dagda that some of us have met in “Spellbound-Legend.”
Come on in and meet Willow, travel with her on her sensual journey.
It is quite a ride…
an excerpt:
My name—Willow Lang. So much has happened that you need to know, so I will start at the beginning—but first, I’ll give you some stats.
How I got to the ripe old age of twenty-three and still remained sane is beyond me. Maybe I’m not sane. I have been told that my pale blonde, very thick, very long hair catches the eye. Eyes? Mine are violet. Come on, you say, but yes, they are violet, like the flower. That is an accident of birth—I take no credit for it.
I stand about five foot three in my stocking feet, and I have a really good figure. Now, please don’t think I am being immodest. I am not, because in spite of all that, I know, have always known, I am a freak!
Let me explain.
I should first give you a little history of the Tuatha Dé (the Fae). They came to Ireland before the beginning of history. They are immortal, which means they don’t get sick, they don’t age past their maturity (which generally looks about twenty-eight to thirty years old), and more often than not, they get sadly, dangerously bored. When they get so bored that they are ready to off themselves, they look for really good entertainment.
Apparently to many of the Fae, humans provide that entertainment for them.
So you should know right up front, I am not quite human. My father is Tuatha Dé.
Yep—an alien, ancient race from the World Danu. No tinkerbells, no flitting about, tiny winged things. The Seelie Fae are tall, bold, and many of them (male and female alike) have been warriors and are built along those lines. All of them are almost too beautiful to look at (especially the members of the Seelie four Royal Houses). Their eyes are iridescent (unless they have taken human Glamour).
Glamour is something they use to disguise the alien in themselves, which can be seen in the iridescence of their eyes.
My mom was human, but a very unusual kind.
I guess my eyes are such a unique shade of violet because of the combination of my dad’s many-colored thing going on in his Fae eyes and the deep blue of my mom’s. At any rate, my dad enjoyed describing how totally, completely, and madly in love with my mom he was. I always knew my mom was even more totally and madly in love with him. They both doted on me.
My mom died when I was ten years old.
Okay, what does all that really mean, you ask? It meant that from the start I never belonged in either world—freak.
I didn’t belong in Tir (the world of the Fae), and although here in Wilmington, North Carolina, was where I lived, where I grew up, I didn’t completely fit in with my peers here either.
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| BN ID: | 2940013565159 |
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| Publisher: | Claudy Conn |
| Publication date: | 11/08/2011 |
| Series: | Legend , #2 |
| Sold by: | Barnes & Noble |
| Format: | eBook |
| Sales rank: | 774,369 |
| File size: | 780 KB |
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