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Tales from Parallel Worlds

A collection of faerie tales and adventure stories from two worlds parallel to each other. One is a world filled with fae folk and monsters, and the other is place of clockwork and alchemy. Both are brimming with magic, mystery, and mortals who must find their places within.

Between the pages of these worlds, a boy learns his childhood friend is a dyrad, a lady must sneak away from her own ball to provide the cure to a plague-infected village, a siren has to solve a murder, and more.

Also includes an exclusive short story from the Howling Twenties series, involving the enchanted forest, a wedding day, and a blood moon. 

Be swept away in tales of wonder- with all profit going to Polaris so girls and boys can have a chance to live their own faerie tales and adventures in freedom.

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Excerpt from Call of the Dryad

"Almost got it..."

Before I can catch the elusive Nymphalini Aglais, however, a woman's scream pierces the air- quite surprising me. My foot catches on a root, and I stumble into the litterfall. All the while, the Nymphaline Aglais flies happily away. I sigh.

Then the scream echoes through the forest once again.

I spring to my feet and hurry toward the source of the scream. Some damsel seems to be in danger.

I round a rather large oak and stop in my tracks when I see a redheaded wisp of a woman wearing a kneeduster that seems composed entirely of leaves and flowers- and even bark- batting away what appears to be angry, pointed leaves. The scene is so strange, yet something about it is familiar at the same time.

A maple leaf slashes at the lady's face, and she cries out before falling to the ground.

Snapping out of my daze, I remember my duties as a gentleman and hurry to swat at the leaves. "Shoo, now. Come back later when I can study you. Shoo."

The swarm disperses at this, and I turn to the woman on the ground. She's looking up at me through her tangled hair, her lips parted as if she isn't sure what to say.

I'm not sure either since I've never rescued a damsel before, but Grandmother at least taught me what any gentleman should do, and that is to offer a hand. She takes it tentatively, and I pull her up to her feet.

"Thank you." The woman pushes her hair out of her face, revealing her large, luminous eyes.

Luminous green eyes I've seen before.

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