Paperback(Reprint)
-
PICK UP IN STORECheck Availability at Nearby Stores
Available within 2 business hours
Related collections and offers
Overview
Once upon a time, Tania was an ordinary girl. But then she was swept into another world, where she was the long-lost princess of the elegant and magical court of Faerie, and only she could save the court from great peril.
Now Tania—and her true love, Edric—will go back to the Mortal Realm to seek Queen Titania, lost hundreds of years ago while searching for Tania.
Their return leads to struggles with Tania's much-loved mortal parents and friends as she and Edric try to conceal their secret. But much more serious dangers lurk: The sinister Lord Drake is not yet defeated, they are pursued by dark supernatural forces, and Tania's two worlds are about to collide in amazing and frightening ways she never could have anticipated.
Product Details
| ISBN-13: | 9780060871079 |
|---|---|
| Publisher: | HarperCollins |
| Publication date: | 08/26/2008 |
| Series: | Faerie Path , #2 |
| Edition description: | Reprint |
| Pages: | 352 |
| Sales rank: | 436,513 |
| Product dimensions: | 5.40(w) x 10.88(h) x 0.87(d) |
| Lexile: | 790L (what's this?) |
| Age Range: | 12 - 17 Years |
About the Author
Read an Excerpt
The Faerie Path #2: The Lost Queen AER
Chapter One
Camden, North London
The van's horn blared loudly in the quiet of the early morning London streets: three short bursts followed by a cheery whistle from the driver.
Princess Tania, seventh daughter of Oberon and Titania, King and Queen of the Immortal Realm of Faerie, turned her head to look. The driver of the van was half leaning out of the cab, grinning at Tania and her companion as the vehicle sped by.
Tania laughed. She didn't mind the effect she and Edric were having as they walked along together; it was quite funny, actually, and that driver wasn't the first person to have reacted enthusiastically to their strange clothes. They had already been on the receiving end of several odd looks on their journey from Hampton Court in southwest London to Camden in the north of the city.
Tania knew why they were getting these reactions: Their ornate clothes would have blended in perfectly in an Elizabethan court, but they struck an odd note in twenty-first-century London. Tania was wearing a full-skirted, olive green velvet gown with long sleeves and embroidered panels picked out in leaf green and russet red stitching. Edric's clothes were similarly archaic: a dark gray doublet and hose trimmed with black brocade and with puffed sleeves slashed to show a lining of pearl white silk.
Edric smiled. "He probably thinks we've been to an all-night costume party."
"Probably," Tania agreed. "One thing's for sure: He'd never guess the truth." She paused and gazed into Edric's wide, chestnut brown eyes. A thread of wind caught his dark blonde hair and whipped it around hissmiling face...the face of the boy she loved. A seventeen-year-old boy called Evan Thomas, who had turned out to be someone quite different...just as she had turned out to be a different person from the girl she had always thought she was.
Three days ago she had been Anita Palmer, an ordinary girl on the brink of her sixteenth birthday. Three days ago she had known nothing of the enchanted world of Faerie. She smiled to herself. Back then she had been only half alive.
Three days ago she had loved a boy called Evan, but now she knew who he truly was: Edric Chanticleer, a young courtier of the Royal Palace of Faerie.
The sharp click of heels on paving stones brought Tania out of her reverie. A woman was walking toward them, staring at them in amused curiosity.
"Hello, there," Edric said. "We've just come from the Immortal Realm of Faerie." He nodded to Tania. "She's a princess."
"Is she?" the woman said as she passed. "Good for her. The pair of you certainly brighten up the place."
"Thanks," Tania called as the woman walked on and disappeared around a corner.
Edric grinned. "You see? People are okay with the truth."
She looked thoughtfully at him. "So long as they think you're kidding," she said. "But that's not going to work with Mum and Dad."
Edric's face became serious. "No," he said. "I know it won't."
Tania glanced down at herself. "I can't turn up at home dressed like this," she said. "I'm going to have enough explaining to do without these clothes." She had been out of the Mortal World for three days since both she and Edric went missing from hospital following the speedboat accident...three days and nights for her desperate parents to fear the worst. She had to get back to them as soon as possible and let them know she was all right, but not in her Faerie gown.
Edric looked up and down the street. "The shops aren't open yet," he said. "It can't be much past seven o'clock. But even if they were open, we haven't got any money to buy clothes."
Tania frowned, thinking. "There's a charity shop not far from here."
"That won't be open, either."
"It doesn't matter." She gripped Edric's hand. "Come on. I know where we might find some things to wear."
St. Crispin's Hospice Shop, Camden
The charity shop had an assortment of items laid out in the window...everything from books and vinyl LPs to toys and games and ornaments. Deeper into the shop they could see racks of clothing and one shelf that appeared to contain nothing but folded crocheted blankets.
"Just like I said," Edric commented, peering through the glass. "It's closed."
"No problem," Tania said. "Come with me." She led him by the hand into a narrow alley that ran alongside the shop. A doorway was sunk into the wall about ten feet down the alley and up against the door, they found a pile of plastic bags, boxes, and bin liners.
"People leave stuff here for the shop when it's closed," Tania explained. "With any luck we'll find some clothes we can use. We can do a swap."
Edric crouched down and opened the nearest bag. He pulled out a garish green-and-purple knitted sweater. "What do you think? Should I try it on?"
"Over my dead body." She knelt at his side and started working at the knotted string that held closed the neck of another bag, hoping that the clothes inside would turn out to be more wearable than that purple-and-green sweater.
"Okay, I'm decent again," Tania said. She had changed in the shallow confines of the sunken doorway while Edric had turned his back and guarded her from the gaze of anyone passing the end of the alley.
He was already in normal clothes: a pale blue shirt and a pair of blue jeans two sizes too big for him, held up with a black leather belt.
Tania stepped out of cover. "Do I look all right?" The choice of clothing hadn't been ideal, but she had found a pink T-shirt and a calf-length, brown denim skirt. She had discarded her red velvet Faerie shoes in favor of a pair of white sneakers that fit reasonably well.
Edric smiled. "You look lovely," he said.
The Faerie Path #2: The Lost Queen AER. Copyright © by Frewin Jones. Reprinted by permission of HarperCollins Publishers, Inc. All rights reserved. Available now wherever books are sold.