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Huntsman’s Prey
By Marie Hall
Kingdom Series, Book 7
Release Day: February 10, 2014
About
the book:
The long anticipated spinoff to
the Bad boys series is finally here, the Dark Princess Saga begins with Hatter
and Alice's daughter... Rumors abound in Wonderland, of a dark princess named
Chrysalis who bears the Moon's curse. Her beauty is beyond compare, and her
madness… even greater than her father’s, The Hatter. Death follows wherever she
roams, and Danika—fairy godmother of all villains—knows this task is too great
for her to handle on her own. She has no choice but to seek out the one they
call Huntsman, his mission is simple: Find the creature, and destroy it. But
nothing is ever so simple in Kingdom. The moment the hunter Aeric steps foot in
the mad, twisted realm he's enveloped in a reality that is neither wholly true
nor fantasy. The key, the Cheshire explains, to ending the madness is for one
to become mad themselves. The Huntsman has one chance to figure out the riddle
before the beauty destroys them all…
The rustling of leaves sounded
like the rattling of dry bones. Trees—their trunks twisted and distorted from
the magic imbued within the very soil of Wonderland—reached long, gnarly
branches out toward Danika. The stars shone a brilliant silver, winking from
within the navy blue sky. A sickle shaped smile of sharp teeth gleamed from
inside shadow and somewhere a voice howled. The haunting sound raised goose
bumps on her arms and the fine hairs on the back of her neck. She flew within
the shelter of a hollow, staring at the ground below littered with the twisted,
distorted bodies of sightless carcasses.
Hundreds of dead animals, with
limbs torn off and throats ripped open. A brutal slaughter that brought tears
to her eyes. It’d been eighteen years since she’d married off the last of her
Bad Five, eighteen years of peace and quiet, eighteen years of being lulled
into a false sense that all was well within her world. But all was not well.
She’d suspected this time was coming, had seen a glimpse of the future first
time she’d laid eyes on the child.
Danika had tried to deny it,
tried to wish it away, to hope that desire could stop reality. Her heart bled
to hear the sounds of the lonely, constant cries shuddering through the woods.
The teeth returned, floating right in front of her face.
“Cheshire?”
Dragonfly wings buzzed softly
behind her back. A face materialized around the teeth, a ghostly distortion of
fur and stripes. Then a body followed suit, until finally, a fluffy tabby
stared back at her with eyes the color of an inkwell.
“Godmother?” His lazy drawl echoed with laughter. “What are
you doing in my woods?”
She scoffed. “Your woods. You
wish you fat alley cat. These woods belong to the Hatter.”
Cheshire did a strange rolling
shoulder lift while he licked his paw. Danika shook her head, much as she loved
Hatter, his woods were one she rarely visited and dreaded staying inside of for
too long. The sensuous curl of white fog wrapped itself around the cat’s body,
as if he were readying to vanish into the ether once again. She may not like
the cat, but she preferred his company to being alone in this warped portion of
Kingdom.
“Have you seen the creature?”
she asked quietly, heart thumping loudly as she strained to hear every creak,
groan, and whistle surrounding them.
“Mmmm. I have,” he purred, long
and loud and low, the rumbling vibrations of it causing his fur to stir and
fluff.
“Beautiful madness.”
“Where is it?” She hugged her
arms to her chest, the howls had stopped, which meant it could now be
anywhere. She wanted to leave, wanted to leave now.
“It? You mean she. Do you not?”
She closed her eyes. To think
of it as anything other than an it would make this task impossible.
Oh goddess, this wasn’t supposed to happen. Not to Alice and Hatter, they’d
gone through so much, this shouldn’t have happened. How she wished she had
Miriam’s wise guidance once again, her truest and best friend would have known
what to do, how to fix this.
“I meant exactly what I said.
Where did you see it last?”
She lifted her chin, voice stern,
refusing to allow an ounce of sympathy to leak into her words. His smile
stretched from ear to ear, full of nothing but sharp, little teeth that made
him look frighteningly macabre. An impossibly long tongue licked at the fur
around his eyes.
“Silver girds her loins, fire
ripples at her feet.”
Marie loves books that make you
think, or feel something. Preferably both. And while she’s a total girly girl
and loves glitter and rainbows, she’s just as happy when she’s writing about
the dark underbelly of society. Well, if things like zombies, and vampires, and
werewolves, and mermaids existed. (Although she has it on good authority that
mermaids do in fact exist, because the internet told her so.) She’s married to
the love of her life, a sexy beast of a caveman who likes to refer to himself
as Big Hunk. She has two awesome kids, lives in Hawaii, loves cooking and
occasionally has been known to crochet.
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