Craving Beauty (Wylder Tales Vol.1)
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A dark tale of enchantment and woe, perfect for fans of Margaret Rogerson and Holly Black, Craving Beauty is the first installment of the epic Wylder Tales Series!
Nineteen-year-old Vynasha's life is no fairy tale. The fire that killed her sisters was her fault, and the magick that saved her nephew cannot heal their scars. They shouldn't have survived, and the villagers either fear or loathe them. Until a mysterious stranger saves her, giving Vynasha the key to finding the only family they have left.
With nothing to lose, Vynasha dares the journey into the forbidden Wylderland. Through dangers untold, she makes her way to the forgotten city, but more than ghosts linger in the castle. A wicked curse shadows the land, shadows whisper that the one to break their curse has come, and a beastly prince makes a bargain Vynasha cannot refuse:
Become the beast's bride or become a monster herself.
Jennifer Silverwood
Jennifer Silverwood has been involved in the publishing world since 2012 and is passionate about supporting the writing community however she can. After studying traditional art at university, she began helping Qamber Designs bring authors’ books to life. In real life, she’s a mom of two, a passionate reader, and an occasional artist. Jennifer is the author of three series—Wylder Tales, Heaven’s Edge Novellas, and the Borderlands Saga—and the stand-alone romance titles Stay and She Walks in Moonlight.Discover more with Jennifer’s blog on writing life and other bookish delights at www.jennifersilverwood.com
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Craving Beauty (Wylder Tales Vol.1) - Jennifer Silverwood
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Once Upon a Nightmare
The lands to the far north had not always been locked within a season of endless winter.
Once, I was not the monster they say I am.
A memory persisted, in the minds of his people, of a time when spring and magick had overflown the land with abundance. Until Queen Soraya found her revenge and cut their land and its people from the outside world. What had seemed a reckoning became their doom.
Once, they looked to me for hope rather than with fear.
The Beast should not have listened to the enchantress and her pithy lies. He should have been strong enough for his people. He should have…
Master?
interrupted the weak shadow of a voice. All the servants were but whispers now.
Enter,
he replied in his deep, growling voice. The magick forced him into this form, the one that made servants quake and lesser beasts flee in terror. He leaned his clawed hands over the balcony railing overlooking the Wylderlands beyond.
Master,
the servant began again, close as the old one dared. There are whispers in the walls again. The tapestries say the old blood has been born anew.
His breath passed fanged lips in great, heated clouds. I thought you knew better than to listen to mutterings of the dead, Odym.
The castle sat atop the highest of the surrounding peaks. It had been built into the mountain, delving deeply as both fortress and mine for precious gems. The grand mansions sprawling past the fortress were empty now, naught but a refuge for ghosts.
We will all be ghosts before the end.
Master,
the old servant spoke again, his voice a shadow of the soldier he’d once been, "she has been whispering to me of the prophecy once again as well."
Stone cracked beneath the Beast’s great clawed hands. He bit back a snarl at the thought of their former queen. Her spirit lingered along with her damned curse.
I should have never listened to her promises. It is my fault we must linger unto dust. My fault…
Master? Have we not suffered long enough? Mightn’t we seek the curse breaker?
The Beast growled as he whirled on the old servant, bitter words at the tip of his tongue. Until his gaze fell upon the gilded arch waiting in the room. The mirror stood empty and silent, just as it had the last age.
Once, they had been so close to leaving this cursed land, to returning home where they belonged. He came here to remember the price of his pride. His people continued to pay the toll.
Odym was little more than a shade now, and he had faded far too much in recent years. The old soldier lifted his hands in supplication to the Beast now. We may not survive another year. You know this.
The Beast heard others roaming the castle levels far below. Ever was he aware of the cost and the price. Could what remained of them indeed last much longer? Or should he let them all fade to legend? Revenge had seemed sweet at first, but he had forgotten much in his endless need for reckoning.
The Beast turned back to the oncoming snowfall and bowed his head as he rumbled, Send out the call.
To the one who would be helpless to answer, he only hoped she could one day forgive him.
In a village called Whistleande
Chapter One
A Girl Called Beauty
The skies shifted from a violet haze into a glassy gray sheen. Winter had been long and hard, and tiny snowflakes clung to the valley. The village of Whistleande was eerily silent, compared to streets that had filled with laughter and song before the war. Shopkeepers were wary of strangers and struggling to make ends meet. It was near one of these shops that her father and brother packed the rest of the supplies they’d need for the long journey through the Wylder Mountains.
The villagers whispered Old Ced must have finally gone mad if the merchant was daring the forbidden road north. No one went north, not when all knew the Wylder Mountains were cursed. That his newly returned son, Ceddrych the younger, had agreed to accompany him had also puzzled the villagers. Few of the sons of Whistleande had returned from their king’s pointless war south. Of those who returned, much was expected to help rebuild what was lost. Why brave such a hazardous journey after everything, unless the worst had happened, and the family had fallen to ruin?
Vynasha had overheard the whispers and barely checked her sharp tongue on her errands to town. Her brother had confided the truth to her. What few assets had lingered in their coffers after Father’s family fell to ruin were depleted from the war. Old Ced had no choice, not if they were to survive another lean winter. Away they must go, and what better way to change their fortunes than by traveling roads the family had once ruled over?
The rest of their sisters remained ignorant of the truth. The eldest, Tamyra, was too busy raising her son at Grandmother Mayve’s tavern and hadn’t arrived yet to see the men off. The two middle sisters, Adriaa and Iona, fought behind their father’s broad back over a string of amber beads.
Iona, your complexion is too dark for amber.
Adriaa tossed her blond braid over her shoulder. They look far better on me, anyway.
Iona’s green eyes flashed. Give them back, you vain hag! You just want them to impress Roshem when it’s clear he loves me.
Vynasha cringed and tightened her grip on her skirts to contain her temper. It would only be worse for her later if she shouted or slapped her sisters. And oh, how she longed to damn the consequences and put an end to their selfish bickering. But Ceddrych had made her promise to behave, especially while they were gone. This was not the way her brother would want her to act, not with him and Father about to embark on their longest trading journey yet.
Old Ced’s boots squished through the muddy street as he added the final sack to the back end of the cart. From the set of his brow, he was doing his best to ignore her sisters’ shrieks. No help would come from him, of course. Father barely acknowledged them of late and only spoke with his namesake when pressed. Vynasha stepped off the boardwalk onto the muddy street, avoiding the source of her father’s grumbling at the back of the wagon.
A taller man in a gray cloak stood on the opposite end beside the horses, checking over their tack and gear. Ceddrych had already said a proper goodbye before the family came to the village earlier that morn. Vynasha was too old to be trailing her brother’s cloak, a woman grown. This didn’t stop her from reaching a calloused hand to clutch the scratchy gray wool.
Ceddrych bowed his head slightly before pulling her hand free of his cloak and threading his fingers with hers. He turned, and his hazel eyes brightened as he met her gaze, though he did not smile. For a moment, they stood in the cool, muddy street, together as they always had been, and watched their breath escape in misty clouds. It’ll be summer, early autumn at the latest, before we return.
Vynasha nodded. She already knew this. She was the youngest of her siblings, but Ceddrych claimed she was the smartest, and Vynasha clung to his faith in her. You’ll write the first chance you find,
she insisted. They had exchanged letters during the war, and often, his words were the only reason she hadn’t run away after him.
Next tavern we come to,
Ceddrych agreed. He squeezed her hand even tighter and pulled her back to join the others on the boardwalk.
Time we were off now!
came their father’s barking tone.
Vynasha buried her face in Ceddrych’s cloak, inhaling his comforting scent one last time. His arms drew her in tighter, and she knew his shudder was not from the cold. Same as she knew his eyes didn’t sting with tears from the wind.
We should leave before losing any more daylight,
Old Ced’s gruff voice interrupted.
Vynasha stood back and stiffened as her father approached, anger lingering behind his empty eyes. Ceddrych didn’t let go of her hand.
Their father lifted his chin and settled his blank gaze on her. I expect to find everything in order when we return. See Cousin Stye at the tavern should one of your sisters’ suitors propose a contract.
Vynasha’s mouth twisted into a grimace. Farewell, Father.
Old Ced grunted something under his breath before turning on his heel and marching over to kiss her sisters’ cheeks.
Vynasha exchanged a glance with Ceddrych. He’s still angry with me for refusing to join the bloody nunnery,
she said. It wasn’t fair that none of the others had been given such an ultimatum. But Tamyra was an independent widow, and Adriaa and Iona had at least four suitors between them.
Ceddrych sighed, but he didn’t speak the truth they both knew, the real reason no man in Whistleande would pursue Vynasha’s hand in marriage.
Witch, they had called Old Ced’s second wife. Only a witch could make roses bloom in the middle of winter, as her mother had and Vynasha could still.
Ceddrych’s voice pulled her back from her dark thoughts, as usual. "You’ll do just fine, managing things until we return. Now, enough about our miserable family. I did many questionable things to find my way home to you, Ash. I will come back again, hopefully with a small fortune in tow." He waited for her grudging nod before a spark lit his eyes and warmed her heart.
So long as you promise to come home, that’s all that matters.
She slipped her arm around his waist, and the hilt of his sword dug into her side.
His arm about her shoulders tightened. I know Old Ced hasn’t been the same since we lost Wynyth. I think it was difficult for him to face us after losing the last of his fortune with this war.
Vynasha sucked in a sharp breath at the mention of their father’s failure and Wynyth’s death. Old Ced never spoke of her, but they all noted the fact his hair had turned snow white. There had been fear mixed in with sorrow ever after as they struggled to help their father rebuild his business. Both subsequent losses had become the final wind that scattered their family.
Ceddrych turned her round so that his hands were clasped over her shoulders. His eyes spoke volumes his words could not. Ash,
he finally said. I’m sorry I’m leaving you alone with them again.
She waved away his words and turned to look at the fields bordering the village. You know I can take care of myself.
Yes, but they won’t take care of you.
Tamyra and little Wyll arrived as Vynasha finally pulled from Ceddrych’s embrace.
He was going to be the death of her, she thought, as he kissed Adriaa and Iona on the cheek then wrapped his arms around their oldest sibling, Tamyra. He kissed little Wyll on top of his curly head with gentle words. You look after them while I’m gone, little man?
Vynasha gripped the side of the cart as she watched her brother give his farewells to the rest of their family. It had been repainted to show Whistleande Wares,
and a fine tarp now covered the crates within. The road would be long and dangerous, and Vynasha couldn’t shake the feeling that this journey was a mistake.
Father gave Tamyra instructions from his perch atop the wagon seat. Cousin Stye will come round now and again to help with repairs should you need him. Your sisters can do the cooking and cleaning at the house and the tavern as you need aid.
Yes, Father,
Tamyra replied.
Vynasha wanted to scream at him, both of them, for leaving her behind again. Adriaa and Iona would not help with any chores. They would spend more time in town than on the farm. How could she do this alone now that Tamyra was living above the tavern?
Ash.
Ceddrych lifted her chin until she was forced to meet his hazel eyes. It’s only for a season. Remember, we’ll be rich as kings soon. We’ll start over again, together.
Together,
Vynasha whispered.
The moments after passed a blur behind her tears. Tamyra’s arm was suddenly about her shoulders, pulling her back onto the boardwalk as she drew Wyll aside with her other hand. Come, I’ve got you, little wolf.
Vynasha watched the wagon pull down the main street until it was no longer in sight, long after Adriaa and Iona began the long walk home.
Can we go with Aunty Ash to the big house now?
Little Wyll piped up, startling them both.
Tamyra glanced up from beneath her long lashes. I don’t know if we should, dear. Although Cousin Stye could manage for one night, I suppose…
Vynasha surprised herself by smiling. Her eldest sister had married the village blacksmith just before the war broke out, barely long enough to make little Wyll. Soon after Tamyra had learned Wyll would never meet his father, she’d moved into the tavern with Grandmother Mayve.
Vynasha squeezed her older sister’s smaller hand and looked down into her blue eyes. Thank you. I don’t think I could bear a night alone with Adriaa and Iona just now.
Indeed not.
Tamyra laughed and shook her head so her short curls were freed from her white ruffled cap. Come along, then. I’ll help you make supper.
Vynasha wrapped her arms around her sister’s neck as they began the journey home.
Dinner within the farmhouse near the forest passed in near-blessed peace. Until Tamyra and Wyll retreated upstairs. That was when the battle began anew.
"Vynasha, have you finished boiling that water yet? I simply must bathe tonight, before Roshem comes calling on the morrow," Iona insisted.
Vynasha froze before the fireplace she’d been stoking afresh and spoke as calmly as she could manage. "This hot water is for Tam and Wyll, not you."
Iona turned puce beneath her dusky cheeks. "Why are you serving them, Beauty?"
Vynasha’s grip froze over the iron kettle she’d settled over the hearth at Ceddrych’s special nickname for her. No matter how often she’d protested she was anything but a beauty. Don’t call me that,
she nearly growled back.
Iona stood and casually stalked nearer, a cruel smile tugging at her lovely face. Not so brave now that Ced’s not here to defend you.
Ceddrych hated that nickname. It’s what everyone in the village called their father, and son or not, he wanted little to do with his namesake.
It was the final straw.
Vynasha left the kettle on its hook and rose to her feet. She was taller than Iona now, at least. Don’t be a bitch just because Roshem would rather marry Adriaa instead of you.
Her head snapped to the side and her face stung where Iona had slapped her. Vynasha clenched her fists and refused to fight back.
It wouldn’t be fair, she reminded herself. Not when the same buzzing tingling flushed hot in her veins, the way it often did as she tended Mother’s roses. It wouldn’t be fair,
she muttered under her breath.
What’s the witch saying now?
Adriaa’s voice drawled lazily from where she sat before Wynyth’s old dresser.
Iona didn’t take her cat-like gaze from Vynasha as she sneered. "She’s clearly mad and would do better to keep her mouth shut before her betters."
Adriaa arched one brow and continued to brush through her long blond tresses. You are only jealous, Iona. Jealous as you always have been. Do not think I haven’t known about all your little plans, the lies you convinced others to spread. Perhaps if you and Vynasha could both be silent long enough, I would find a place for you in my household when I am named queen.
You evil cow!
Iona grabbed the nearest object she could, a wooden vase filled with Vynasha’s roses, and threw them across the room.
No!
Vynasha’s knees smarted as she fell to the floor beside Wynyth’s delicately carved vase. There were few of her mother’s possessions left after Father auctioned so much of their remaining wealth.
Iona held her belly as she laughed at Vynasha’s pain. Oh, good God, you actually care about that old witch’s trash?
Vynasha clutched the broken pieces to her chest. Her skin buzzed hotter, and something deeply dark and twisted struggled to claw its way up her throat. Hot tears spilled over her cheeks. "Do you honestly think the king would marry either of you? Vynasha snapped.
Our house was stripped of land and titles, and now we have nothing to our name. Father has ruined us, and he stole what silver my mother carried. You have no right, no right to touch my mother’s things!"
Iona’s wicked sneer faded as Vynasha stumbled to her feet. Vynasha advanced on her with fire in her eyes as Iona retreated, sputtering, "Your mother was a no one from nothing, and it’s her fault Father lost his head. She bewitched him, just as you have bewitched Ceddrych!"
Adriaa didn’t bother to get up, only pressed her shoe to the open bloodred rose at her feet. With the awful crunch, Vynasha flinched. If only you had gone to the nunnery when you had the chance, witch.
Vynasha pushed out a trembling breath. The dark thing inside her longed to slash and bite and maim.
"It wouldn’t be fair," her mother’s voice whispered in her head.
Where are you going, witch?
Adriaa called.
Vynasha ignored the way the snow soaked through her house slippers. She’d forgotten her boots and her coat. But the darkness still clawed at her skin, begging to be set free. She didn’t dare turn back.
Not until she was safe in their special place.