Poet : Book One in the Forest of Fontainebleau Series

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  • Format: Hardcover
  • Copyright: 2012-12-12
  • Publisher: Author Solutions
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As the last thunderstorm of summer ravages France's Forest of Fontainebleau, a tiny, lavender faerie seeks shelter inside a hollow oak. It is not long, however, until Fey discovers she is not alone. Her accidental encounter with an enormous, frightening bat on a solitary journey to the fabled City of Lights has her bargaining for her life by granting him a wish he idly makes-a wish which sends him from a state of spiritual purity to the messy, complicated realm of humanity, a transition he is ill-equipped to deal with. Taken in by a kind farmer, the transformed being, who calls himself Paolo, learns to cope with the moral complexity of being a young man in contemporary society, while Fey is left to cope with the loss of both her magic and the chance to become handfasted with the noble, chivalrous Guiscard. Meanwhile, Yasmine, a matchmaker playing a reckless game, has just opened a Pandora's Box that will unleash Paolo's heart and determine Fey's destiny.


January 18, 200- It seems, again, that sleep eludes me. I sit in the hard, small chair in the hours before dawn and stare out the window at the soft, wet, moonlit snow, melting into the earth, becoming one with her. Sometimes it still hurts to breathe, more from the fear I have, looking out into the deep, dark woods, wondering where René has taken Michelle, than from the crushing blow he inflicted on me. Is her ghost wandering the snowy fields, searching for rest, or is she with him still, kept from her sister and from me by his menacing control over her? I awoke from the same nightmare. The beautiful woman with skin the shade of lavender and glittering, indigo eyes so full of fear—of me, oddly enough—falls from my sight as I gaze upon her in unabashed adoration. Who is she that, every time I fall asleep, she fills my thoughts so completely, so obsessively?

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