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Unicorn Seasons — Janni Lee Simner
A unicorn for every season.
From a mythical time before the winds were fixed to the corners of the earth to a present-day forest where unicorns are not -- quite -- extinct, this collection by acclaimed fantasy writer Janni Lee Simner brings together four magical tales about unicorns and the humans who are forever changed by them.
In Lost or Forgotten, a unicorn sacrifices his mortality for the woman he loves, leaving their descendants to mourn. When sisters Sara and Amelia hear the trees calling to them one spring night, they have to decide whether to take on an ancient sorrow -- or accept an ancient magic.
In Unicorn Season, Megan's small-town summer turns more interesting when a local boy offers to help her find unicorns in the nearby mountains. But why is Josh so interested in the elusive creatures? Megan may not know as much about unicorns -- or Josh's motives -- as she thinks.
In Tearing Down the Unicorns, Stacey is furious when her older sister tears down her unicorn posters. Then she sees a real unicorn dancing in the autumn night and discovers there's more to the mythical creatures than those rainbow-and-butterfly bedecked pictures can show -- and more to herself, as well.
In Windwood Rose, Miranda is haunted by strange music and uneasy dreams. When a unicorn appears in the snow one winter afternoon, it may have the answers she longs for. But will it be willing to give her all that she seeks?
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Excerpts
From Lost or Forgotten:
The year she turned sixteen, Amelia stole out into the night. She waited shivering beneath the trees, at the edge between forest and town, for a boy who didn't show.
As she waited the trees whispered, “Nothing is ever forgotten. Nothing is truly lost.” For the first time, Amelia understood their words. She laughed with joy, all thoughts of the boy gone. From the corners of the earth the winds reached out, tugging at her ankles, urging her to run. Amelia lifted a foot, feeling as if she were balanced between earth and air, light enough to fly away.
A hand gripped her shoulder, pushing her down.
“What are you doing?” Sara demanded.
“Nothing,” Amelia lied, as the wind died and the trees fell silent.
“Good. Let's go home.”
Amelia heard the fear in her sister's words, and because she loved her sister -- because she didn't want to frighten her sister -- she followed Sara away.
Back in their room Sara shut all the windows, drew all the shades, turned her music so loud Amelia couldn't hear the trees.
Sara relaxed a little then, for with the windows closed and the music on, she couldn't hear them, either.
From Tearing Down the Unicorns:
Flickers of flame trailed behind it, leaving gold sparks in the air where it passed. Dry leaves crackled beneath its feet. My palm still burned. Any moment I expected the leaves to catch fire and burn, too. My heart pounded hard in my chest.
Yet I kept watching. The unicorn was the wildest, most frightening thing I'd ever seen -- but also the most beautiful. Soon I realized there was a pattern to its running, one that kept it from ever taking the same path twice. It wasn't just running. It was dancing, a fiery dance like nothing I'd ever seen before.
The burning in my hand spread through the rest of my body, dulling to a smoldering ache as it did. Something about that ache urged me forward. I wanted, more than anything, to follow, to dance with the unicorn.
I watched it for a few seconds more, memorizing its pattern, learning the steps of its dance.
Then I took a deep breath and ran after it.
From a mythical time before the winds were fixed to the corners of the earth to a present-day forest where unicorns are not -- quite -- extinct, this collection by acclaimed fantasy writer Janni Lee Simner brings together four magical tales about unicorns and the humans who are forever changed by them.
In Lost or Forgotten, a unicorn sacrifices his mortality for the woman he loves, leaving their descendants to mourn. When sisters Sara and Amelia hear the trees calling to them one spring night, they have to decide whether to take on an ancient sorrow -- or accept an ancient magic.
In Unicorn Season, Megan's small-town summer turns more interesting when a local boy offers to help her find unicorns in the nearby mountains. But why is Josh so interested in the elusive creatures? Megan may not know as much about unicorns -- or Josh's motives -- as she thinks.
In Tearing Down the Unicorns, Stacey is furious when her older sister tears down her unicorn posters. Then she sees a real unicorn dancing in the autumn night and discovers there's more to the mythical creatures than those rainbow-and-butterfly bedecked pictures can show -- and more to herself, as well.
In Windwood Rose, Miranda is haunted by strange music and uneasy dreams. When a unicorn appears in the snow one winter afternoon, it may have the answers she longs for. But will it be willing to give her all that she seeks?
=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=
Excerpts
From Lost or Forgotten:
The year she turned sixteen, Amelia stole out into the night. She waited shivering beneath the trees, at the edge between forest and town, for a boy who didn't show.
As she waited the trees whispered, “Nothing is ever forgotten. Nothing is truly lost.” For the first time, Amelia understood their words. She laughed with joy, all thoughts of the boy gone. From the corners of the earth the winds reached out, tugging at her ankles, urging her to run. Amelia lifted a foot, feeling as if she were balanced between earth and air, light enough to fly away.
A hand gripped her shoulder, pushing her down.
“What are you doing?” Sara demanded.
“Nothing,” Amelia lied, as the wind died and the trees fell silent.
“Good. Let's go home.”
Amelia heard the fear in her sister's words, and because she loved her sister -- because she didn't want to frighten her sister -- she followed Sara away.
Back in their room Sara shut all the windows, drew all the shades, turned her music so loud Amelia couldn't hear the trees.
Sara relaxed a little then, for with the windows closed and the music on, she couldn't hear them, either.
From Tearing Down the Unicorns:
Flickers of flame trailed behind it, leaving gold sparks in the air where it passed. Dry leaves crackled beneath its feet. My palm still burned. Any moment I expected the leaves to catch fire and burn, too. My heart pounded hard in my chest.
Yet I kept watching. The unicorn was the wildest, most frightening thing I'd ever seen -- but also the most beautiful. Soon I realized there was a pattern to its running, one that kept it from ever taking the same path twice. It wasn't just running. It was dancing, a fiery dance like nothing I'd ever seen before.
The burning in my hand spread through the rest of my body, dulling to a smoldering ache as it did. Something about that ache urged me forward. I wanted, more than anything, to follow, to dance with the unicorn.
I watched it for a few seconds more, memorizing its pattern, learning the steps of its dance.
Then I took a deep breath and ran after it.
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