The six stories include:
The Mountain of the Wolf by my good friend Elisabeth Grace Foley - a moody, simmering tale of revenge and romance in the old West that gradually reveals itself as Little Red Riding Hood retelling.
She But Sleepeth by Rachel Heffington, which draws on an amazingly fairytale-like true story from Romanian history.
Rumpled, a fabulous steampunk retelling of Rumplestiltskin from sci-fi author J Grace Pennington, full of inventive world-building details.
Sweet Remembrance by Emily Ann Putzke, which sets The Little Match Girl in the Warsaw ghetto with a glimmering message of hope and defiance.
With Blossoms Gold, a clever twist on Rapunzel set amidst the political machinations of Renaissance Italy, by Hayden Wand.
OH AND OF COURSE MY OWN BABY. To celebrate release date, I'm sharing an excerpt!
Death Be Not Proud
Chapter 1 - excerpt
If only I’d had some warning. If only the thing had come the same way a storm from the north comes—racing down the lake faster than a horse can run, the water whipping from glass to silvered whitecaps under its scudding feet. Or if only it had come like a traffic smash, with the screech of brakes and an agonised honk of the horn.I'm so thrilled you all finally get to read this story, and I'm even happier to see it come to light in the company of five other stories in the same spirit. Want to taste-test the other stories in this collection? Take a stroll on the links:
But there was no warning. No whitecaps, no screech. Just the crisp air of a night in late autumn, the hectic sound of jazz, and Mr Hunt elbowing his way through the crowd on the dancefloor to lean his knuckles on my table.
“Ruby?” His voice was breathless, portentous. “There’s a gent over there wants to buy you a drink.”
By day, the marquee on Roy’s Island hosts a meek teashop, where respectable businessmen and holidaying families pay too much for tea and buns. But on Sunday evenings like this one, most people with a claim to respectability stay home. Paper lanterns bloom on the rafters. Tom Hunt posts a lookout on shore with a covered lantern to signal if the police decide to join us. Big unmarked flasks come up from the still hidden on the north side of the island, the quartet from Oamaru sets up next to the bar, and the singing and dancing gets louder and faster late into the night.
Usually, someone offered to buy me a drink, but not until after I’d sung. I snapped my lipstick shut and lifted an eyebrow. “A ‘gent’? Anyone I know? You know I’m bad with strangers.”
Beside me, Kat Johnson snorted. “What a liar you are, Ruby. He can buy me a drink if he likes, Tom. Bill Fisher’s getting Ruby an applejack.”
But Mr Hunt kept his eyes on me. “He’s over in the far corner,” he said with a jerk of his head, “and I think you’ll find you know him.”
The Mountain of the Wolf
She But Sleepeth
With Blossoms Gold
"But, Suzannah, how can we help celebrate this exciting new release?" Oh, how kind of you to ask!
Here are some ideas:
- Tweet about this release with the hashtag #OnceFairytales
- Pop over to Amazon and snaffle a copy of Once for Kindle!
- As always, don't forget to share your thoughts by leaving a review on Goodreads and/or Amazon :)