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    Mollification For a Giant: The Fairy Godmother Tales, #2.5
    Mollification For a Giant: The Fairy Godmother Tales, #2.5
    Mollification For a Giant: The Fairy Godmother Tales, #2.5
    Ebook123 pages1 hourThe Fairy Godmother Tales

    Mollification For a Giant: The Fairy Godmother Tales, #2.5

    By Amberley Martin

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    Everyone knows that a girl living in the woods is meant to chase away anyone who breaks into her house—but what if they can help her break out?


    The gingerbread house has been Avalon's prison ever since she sacrificed herself to save her sister. When she finds a young rogue asleep in her bed, her first thought is to send him away before he becomes a prisoner, too. But instead of leaving, he gives Avalon hope: if she wishes for her freedom, the fairy godmother will grant her wish—for a price.
    But the fairy godmother's price is high. She sets Avalon three seemingly impossible tasks, made all the more difficult when Avalon and the rogue are bound together by a magical, unbreakable chain.
    Either both of them will escape … or neither of them will.
    And their freedom isn't the only thing at stake. If Avalon isn't careful, she'll have to face up to some truths that she's been working very hard to ignore. About right. And wrong. And the blurred line between.

     

    Mollification For a Giant is a fun, fairytale adventure inspired by Hansel and Gretel.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherCaveline Press
    Release dateJan 24, 2023
    ISBN9780473662868
    Mollification For a Giant: The Fairy Godmother Tales, #2.5
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    Amberley Martin

    Amberley Martin is an author from Aotearoa New Zealand. She enjoys baking cookies and drinking tea, and can often be found escaping to fantasy worlds.

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      Mollification For a Giant - Amberley Martin

      Copyright © 2023 Amberley Martin

      All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form on by an electronic or mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems, without permission in writing from the publisher, except by a reviewer who may quote brief passages in a review.

      A catalogue record for this book is available from the National Library of New Zealand

      ISBN (Epub) 978-0-473-66286-8

      Cover by Maria Spada

      www.mariaspada.com

      Caveline Press

      www.amberleymartin.com

      Content guide at end of book

      No, good swabber; I am to hull here a little

      longer. Some mollification for your giant, sweet

      lady. Tell me your mind: I am a messenger.

      —Shakespeare, Twelfth Night, Act 1, Scene 5

      PART ONE

      Once upon a time, there was a girl who sacrificed herself to save her sister.

      Avalon never could remember who had suggested playing hide and seek as she and Cassia had walked home from the school house that day, but she supposed it didn’t matter. Cassia had been hiding, and Avalon had been seeking, and they’d gone so far into the woods that they couldn’t find their way back. They’d pushed through the undergrowth in the gathering darkness until they’d stumbled upon a gingerbread house that belonged to a witch of the worst variety, although she’d appeared to be a kindly, if somewhat confused, old woman. The witch—whose name was Helene—took them in, and fed them, and put them to bed, and when they awoke, they were bound together by an unbreakable silver chain around their ankles.

      Well, there was one way to break it.

      They spent weeks in the gingerbread house, with the witch threatening to eat them as soon as they were plump enough, and just when things were looking dire, they managed to burn the witch to death in the oven, and the chain fell from their ankles.

      Unfortunately, the witch refused to stay dead and clambered back out.

      Helene wielded more magic than Avalon had ever believed in, and the chain stalked her like she was prey. It wasn’t long before the chain snapped closed around Avalon’s ankle once more, like the jaws of a ferocious beast.

      But just because she was a prisoner again, that didn’t mean Cassia had to be. Cassia had managed to break a hole through the gingerbread wall, but she was standing there, watching instead of fleeing.

      Go! Avalon called. Run!

      I won’t leave you! Cassia called back.

      Her words drew the witch’s attention—as if she’d forgotten for a moment that there were two girls, not one—and she sent the other end of the chain snaking across the room. Avalon, who had been holding a carving knife like a sword and a pot lid like a shield, dropped them both and grabbed the chain instead. She twisted it around herself until she was as tangled as a fly in a spider’s web. Then she lost her balance and dropped to the floor.

      Go, Avalon repeated. Before it’s too late.

      Cassia’s expression crumbled, as if she were made of gingerbread and had been dunked too long in a glass of milk, but she did as she was told.

      Helene watched her go. Her burned and blackened skin had sloughed off, and she was now young and beautiful, as if she were a phoenix reborn from the fire. She glanced down at Avalon, who expected to see rage and hatred in her expression. Instead, there was only mild annoyance. With a gesture, she used her magic to set Avalon back on her feet and unwind her from the chain. The end, which was no longer bound to Cassia, returned to the witch’s side like an obedient pet.

      Well, she said, now that she’s out of the way, shall we get back to work?

      The work she was referring to included the usual household chores of sweeping the wafer floors, cleaning the sugar glass windows, and harvesting sweets from the garden. But Helene also owned a set of magical spindles, which she kept in a purpose-made wooden box. Avalon had never spun before—her parents were woodcutters and she had more experience with saws and axes than spindles and needles—but she picked it up quickly enough.

      Avalon was exactly as obedient as she needed to be. The chain around her ankle stretched and shrank as she moved around the house, the other end locked in placed as if it were tied to a hitching post. It let her wander through the garden and even amongst the trees, but eventually it would stop growing, and if she tried to run, it would pull her back like a fish hooked on a line.

      Every day, she would spin until her fingers cramped, until the balls of yarn began to pile up like stones in a cairn. She would knit and crochet, and then unravel all her work, sometimes under the watchful eye of a friendly guinea pig. And every night before she went to bed, the witch would say, Good work today, child. Sleep well. I’ll most likely eat you in the morning.

      And Avalon would go to sleep hoping that tomorrow would be the day when Cassia returned with their parents—or even better, a troop of soldiers—to rescue her.

      It took almost a year until Avalon accepted the fact that neither of those things was going to happen. The witch never meant to eat her. And Cassia was never coming back.

      Her sister would be a fool to attempt a rescue. The witch was just too powerful, and Cassia would only end up her prisoner again.

      Avalon didn’t regret her decision to tell her sister to flee, but still she hated Cassia for leaving. She wished more than once that their positions had been reversed, and then she hated herself for that.

      But her father had a saying.

      If a tree falls in the forest, and there’s no one around to hear it … claim the wood.

      A giant tree had fallen, blocking the path Avalon had expected her life to take. But she had a roof over her head, and food in her belly, and really, things could have been a lot worse. So she locked those hateful feelings away, in a forgotten place, deep inside herself, and decided to focus on the positive.

      At first, Godmother wouldn’t leave her alone for more than an hour. Though an hour was plenty of time to attempt an escape and realize it was hopeless. Eventually, the witch started disappearing for longer periods. Most of a day. Over night. A week.

      And one day, after three years of a rather monotonous existence, Avalon got her first visitor.

      Helene—whom Avalon had begun calling Godmother—was away when a man let himself into the gingerbread house. Avalon’s heart leapt. It was early in the morning, and she was sitting up in the loft where she slept, newly woken. To see someone new, someone who might rescue her, was unheard of. But the way he moved about the place suggested a familiarity that meant he was more likely another captor.

      He was of indeterminate age, though Avalon would have guessed he was older than her father, but he was ruggedly handsome with blond hair and a trim beard. He was dressed all in black, from his boots, to his trousers, to his vest. She watched him curiously as he laid a series of weapons upon the dining table: a bow, a short sword, a dagger, a cudgel, and a mace that resembled a longer, more brutal version of a spindle.

      He crossed his arms, making his muscles bulge, and looked directly up at the loft. She ducked back, hoping he hadn’t seen her.

      Come down.

      When she hesitated, his voice softened.

      I’d rather not force you.

      Avalon peeked over the edge and met his gaze. If Godmother had sent the man here to kill her, there wasn’t much she could do about it. She couldn’t run, because her chain would only stretch so far before it yanked her back. She couldn’t hide, because the chain would betray her location. And anyway, he didn’t seem like the type to go around murdering people, and she was pretty sure all of Godmother’s threats were merely part of an act. So she climbed down the ladder and stood across the table from him, absently twisting a lock of her ash brown hair around her fingers, like she was spinning it.

      He gestured to

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