The Lady Raven
A Dark Cinderella Tale
by Rebecca Henry
Date of Publication: November 30th 2017
Publisher: Austin Macauley
Publisher: Austin Macauley
Cover Artist: Austin Macauley
Genre: Fantasy, Fairy Tale Retold
Tagline: For those who have an affinity for magic, witches, dark fairy tales, and the macabre...
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In The Lady Raven, Rebecca Henry tells the tale of Zezolla, a little princess abandoned by her father into the hands of her evil stepmother and wicked stepsisters. A familiar fairy tale you may think but all is not as it appears. The reader is soon drawn into a web of witchcraft, lies and deceit, and gradually realizes that this is no typical fairy tale, but a dark and macabre take on one.
Zezolla is treated with the utmost cruelty, neglected and vilified, and left to live in the damp cellars of the castle. The only friends Zezolla has are her beloved raven and her pet wolf. Her only comfort lies in the loyalty of the creatures of the forest, and her mother's hazel tree.
Will Zezolla have the power to escape her torment and ultimately save herself from the unscrupulous clutches of the king? The Lady Raven is a compelling tale, and one that is not for the faint-hearted.
Excerpt:
Zezolla entered the forest, twig in one hand,
shattered glass in the other. She moved effortlessly through the night as if
she herself had wings which carried her. She came to a clearing, a streak of
moonlight shining on the frozen ground. “This is the spot, my love.” The raven
flew into the sky circling Zezolla as she dug into the ground. “Remember the
order, my princess. Plant the twig and then the glass.”
“I call upon the
spirit of my mother. I command you to leave the grave in which my mother’s body
rests. Awaken now and bring forth the tree of life!” Zezolla held her hands up
to the moon invoking its powers. “I am the daughter of the witch Avelina. I
invoke the powers of the night. Come to me, my mother’s spirit. I welcome you!”
A silver mist traveled above. The raven flew down to his princess. “She is
coming, princess.” Zezolla watched as a tiny branch came forth from the dirt.
Slowly it grew, taller and taller. More branches came. Zezolla thought she saw
the figure of a woman in the tree. Shards of glass formed together creating
glass leaves, dangerous to anyone who touched it - anyone but Zezolla. The
princess stood up amazed by the beautiful sight before her. “It is complete, my
love. My mother is here and her spirit resides inside the tree.” A remarkable
hazel tree stood before her, 15 feet tall with a small opening at the base big
enough for Zezolla to fit through. She examined the leaves running her long
fingers over the glass. “It cannot cut me my love.” She held out her arm for
the raven to perch. “But it will be dangerous to anyone else who tries to touch
it.”
The two men made
it to the barrier, gasping in horror. “What entrance is this!?” cried out Jack.
“This was never here. There has never been an entrance to the forest.” Jack
backed away, terrified that Zezolla awakened a spirit inside the forest. “It’s
just a narrow passage. It must have been caused by the cold ice.” concluded
Edward logically.
Jack shook his
head. “No, Hexe did this. She has opened the forest. Who knows what evil lurks
inside? These grounds are now cursed.”
“If that is true
then I will not venture in.” Edward turned to leave but Jack stopped him. “This
might be valuable to me Edward. If Hexe possesses some magical entity inside
the forest then I want it.”
Jack grabbed
Edward by the collar and moved him through the opening. Edward clung to his
knife, jumping at the sounds around them. “There is a light coming from beyond
the trees. Could be lightening. Let’s go see what Hexe is up to.” Edward tried
to turn back, but Jack had a strong hold on him. “Courage man! You’re no better
than a scared boy.” snarled Jack.
Zezolla, unaware
of the servants approaching, entered the hazel tree. Edward ducked down behind
a bush as he saw Zezolla disappear.
“We must leave
now! I told you this would be our death! She is a witch! Did you just see how
she entered that glass tree?!”
Jack was too
fascinated to leave. He had never witnessed true magic before. “I want to take
a closer look.”
“What? Are you
mad! If you go near that tree that will be the end of you!”
Jack did not
listen to Edward and walked over to the magical tree which was shimmering in
the moonlight. “I just want to see it. Stay where you are if you are afraid,”
Jack snorted.
“To hell with
curiosity. I don’t want to end up without my head like Princess Guinevere. Go
on then, you fool! Go see your magical tree.”
The tree seemed
to call to Jack, beckoning him forward. “It’s so beautiful. Look at the
sparkling leaves.” He reached out to touch one. The branch moved slicing his
finger off his hand. Jack screamed in pain, clenching his finger to his chest.
He tried to run away, but the tree caught him in her branches.
Edward stayed
hidden, watching in horror as Jack cried out for help. “Edward, help me!”
“Stupid fool. I
told him not to get closer.” muttered Edward
The tree
tightened its grip around Jack, cutting him as it squeezed. “Please! I am
sorry! Please let me go!” The tree would not accept Jack’s pleas and brought
down another branch lined with razor sharp leaves. “No! No! Please, I will do
anything! I will protect the princess from her stepmother. I swear to protect
her as long as I live! Please, spare me!” The branch came down, slicing Jack’s
throat with a row of deadly leaves.
“She needs no
protection. I am with her now.” said the tree.
Author Info
Rebecca Henry is the author of two novels, The Lady Raven and Louisiana Latte. In addition to writing, she is also an avid vegan, gardener, crafter and practices yoga.
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