Wolfskin
Author: W.R. Gingell
Publication Date: May 1st, 2015
Genres: Fantasy, Young Adult
Author: W.R. Gingell
Publication Date: May 1st, 2015
Genres: Fantasy, Young Adult
Book Description:
‘If you want adventure, you have to march right up to it and kick it in the shins . . .’
At fourteen, barefoot and running wild, Rose is delighted to be apprenticed to Akiva, the witch of the forest. She thinks it will be all enchantment and excitement, and not so much fuss about baths. The reality is much more sober and practical- that is, until she meets a mysterious wolf in the forest and is tricked into stepping off the path . . .
In young, naive Rose, Bastian sees a way of escape. Cursed to remain in the shape of a wolf after running afoul of a powerful enchantress, he has lived many decades under a spell, and now he is both desperate and ruthless. But by breaking part of Bastian’s curse, Rose has caught the attention of Cassandra, the enchantress who cursed him: and Cassandra is by no means ready to forgive and forget.
Meanwhile, wardens have been disappearing from the forest, one by one. Rose is certain that Cassandra is behind the disappearances, but can she and Bastian get to the bottom of the matter before Akiva disappears as well? And are Bastian’s motives entirely to be trusted?
Sometimes the little girl in the red hood doesn’t get eaten, and sometimes the wolf isn’t the most frightening thing in the forest.
At fourteen, barefoot and running wild, Rose is delighted to be apprenticed to Akiva, the witch of the forest. She thinks it will be all enchantment and excitement, and not so much fuss about baths. The reality is much more sober and practical- that is, until she meets a mysterious wolf in the forest and is tricked into stepping off the path . . .
In young, naive Rose, Bastian sees a way of escape. Cursed to remain in the shape of a wolf after running afoul of a powerful enchantress, he has lived many decades under a spell, and now he is both desperate and ruthless. But by breaking part of Bastian’s curse, Rose has caught the attention of Cassandra, the enchantress who cursed him: and Cassandra is by no means ready to forgive and forget.
Meanwhile, wardens have been disappearing from the forest, one by one. Rose is certain that Cassandra is behind the disappearances, but can she and Bastian get to the bottom of the matter before Akiva disappears as well? And are Bastian’s motives entirely to be trusted?
Sometimes the little girl in the red hood doesn’t get eaten, and sometimes the wolf isn’t the most frightening thing in the forest.
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Excerpt
Behind me, Bastian said, as if stunned: “Did you just hush me?”
“You’re distracting me,” I complained. “Stop talking.”
“I hardly know whether to be offended or to congratulate you,” said Bastian, his voice particularly growly.
“Don’t do either,” I murmured. “Just be quiet.” There was a lightness and clearness to the forest air that was both distracting and invigorating me.
Horned hedgepigs! I had done it. I was warden of the forest. Order had been re-established all around me, bringing with it an odd sensation of weight about my shoulders. I could sense the lines that ran through the forest without trying, as if they were a constant thought in the back of my mind. The garden was back to normal even if it was riddled with exotic animals, and the back fence was white picket once more. I felt a rare sense of accomplishment that caused a smile of grim triumph to curve my lips.
Then fingers closed firmly on my wrist, and I was swung around to face Bastian, who seemed to be struggling between amusement and impatience.
“Little witch, although I appreciate the fact that you’re the first woman ever to hush me, I want a straight answer. Where is Akiva, and why did she leave you alone? You could have run into any amount of trouble.”
“I’m not a woman,” I pointed out, but since this didn’t seem to placate him at all, I added: “Akiva had to go because a warden disappeared. And I’m perfectly capable of being left alone by myself, thank you.”
“Of course! Which is why a call for help threw me off my feet half an hour ago and left me thinking you were dead or dying!”
“Anyway,” I said, ignoring what seemed to me to be unjustifiable anger; “You can’t tell off Akiva for leaving me by myself when I only met you because she did.”
Bastian looked down at me a little grimly. “That, Rose my lovely, is the point. There are more dangerous things in the forest than I.”
I gave a crack of laughter, again surprising myself at how much I sounded like Akiva. “You’re not dangerous at all!”
“Once again, I don’t know whether to be offended or to congratulate you,” remarked Bastian, but his eyes were amused. “I don’t think I’ve ever been so insulted.”
I looked up at him with narrowed eyes. “I don’t understand.”
“I know,” Bastian said, grinning. “That’s what makes it so insulting.”
Behind me, Bastian said, as if stunned: “Did you just hush me?”
“You’re distracting me,” I complained. “Stop talking.”
“I hardly know whether to be offended or to congratulate you,” said Bastian, his voice particularly growly.
“Don’t do either,” I murmured. “Just be quiet.” There was a lightness and clearness to the forest air that was both distracting and invigorating me.
Horned hedgepigs! I had done it. I was warden of the forest. Order had been re-established all around me, bringing with it an odd sensation of weight about my shoulders. I could sense the lines that ran through the forest without trying, as if they were a constant thought in the back of my mind. The garden was back to normal even if it was riddled with exotic animals, and the back fence was white picket once more. I felt a rare sense of accomplishment that caused a smile of grim triumph to curve my lips.
Then fingers closed firmly on my wrist, and I was swung around to face Bastian, who seemed to be struggling between amusement and impatience.
“Little witch, although I appreciate the fact that you’re the first woman ever to hush me, I want a straight answer. Where is Akiva, and why did she leave you alone? You could have run into any amount of trouble.”
“I’m not a woman,” I pointed out, but since this didn’t seem to placate him at all, I added: “Akiva had to go because a warden disappeared. And I’m perfectly capable of being left alone by myself, thank you.”
“Of course! Which is why a call for help threw me off my feet half an hour ago and left me thinking you were dead or dying!”
“Anyway,” I said, ignoring what seemed to me to be unjustifiable anger; “You can’t tell off Akiva for leaving me by myself when I only met you because she did.”
Bastian looked down at me a little grimly. “That, Rose my lovely, is the point. There are more dangerous things in the forest than I.”
I gave a crack of laughter, again surprising myself at how much I sounded like Akiva. “You’re not dangerous at all!”
“Once again, I don’t know whether to be offended or to congratulate you,” remarked Bastian, but his eyes were amused. “I don’t think I’ve ever been so insulted.”
I looked up at him with narrowed eyes. “I don’t understand.”
“I know,” Bastian said, grinning. “That’s what makes it so insulting.”
W.R Gingell is a Tasmanian author who enjoys reading, bacon, and slouching in front of the fire to write.
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