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Charmed, I'm Sure
Charmed, I'm Sure
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Much as mortal youths once ran off to join the circus, this particular Sidhe ran off to join Actors’ Equity. She’s lived among us for over a century, but stage actress Juliet McKenna isn’t immune to loneliness. So when a castmate invites her home for Thanksgiving, Juliet accepts.

Her friend’s brother sees through her magical disguise--and has the knowledge to trap her into slavery. Now she must choose: return to Faerie and the High Court’s wrath, or satisfy Richmond Becket’s desire for power at any cost--including her life. This title is published by Uncial Press and is distributed worldwide by Untreed Reads.
LanguageEnglish
PublisherUntreed Reads
Release dateNov 16, 2007
ISBN9781601740397
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    Charmed, I'm Sure - John C. Bunnell

    Charmed, I'm Sure

    A Fantasy Novel Byte

    By

    John C. Bunnell

    Uncial Press       Aloha, Oregon

    2007

    This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and events described herein are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to actual events, locations, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

    ISBN 13: 978-1-60174-039-7

    ISBN 10: 1-60174-039-5

    Copyright © 2007 by John C. Bunnell

    Cover design by Judith B. Glad

    All rights reserved. Except for use in review, the reproduction or utilization of this work in whole or in part in any form by any electronic, mechanical or other means now known or hereafter invented, is forbidden without the written permission of the author or publisher.

    Published by Uncial Press,

    an imprint of GCT, Inc.

    Visit us at http://www.uncialpress.com

    for Kate Daniel, mistress of the Tale Spinners,

    who helped bring Juliet to life

    Charmed, I'm Sure

    "Hand in hand, with fairy grace,

    Will we sing and bless this place."

    So saying, I led the lord Oberon into a lively waltz, musing for at least the twenty-fourth time on the irony of having been cast as Titania in a regional production of A Midsummer Night's Dream. I was, arguably, uniquely qualified for the part--and had received very good notices from Portland's two leading theater critics--but no one in the cast or crew had any idea that their faerie queen was, in fact, one of the legendary Sidhe.

    Ten minutes later, we had finished our curtain calls and I was backstage, removing makeup and reaching for the box in which I kept my stage-wig between shows. Our director had decided that my own fire-red hair was too bright compared to the rest of the cast. Where will you be for Thanksgiving, Juliet? asked the show's Helena, Amy Becket, who was sitting at the vanity table next to mine and brushing powder out of her red-blonde curls.

    Right here, I expect, I said. I'm told that Atwater's lays an excellent table. This was a restaurant--just down the street and thirty-odd floors up from the theater--whose cuisine I had been awaiting a special occasion to sample.

    What? Surely you're not going to be all by yourself?

    It appears so. I deposited the wig in its box and shook out my natural hair to its usual shoulder length.

    No family or relatives to spend the holiday with? Amy persisted, still disbelieving. Then she stopped in mid-breath. I'm sorry, I'm being pushy.

    I smiled at her. No harm done. It was, I belatedly realized, a logical question. As for family--suffice to say that I disapproved of their plans for my life.

    So you ran away and joined the circus, Amy said, nodding. Parents can be like that.

    Indeed, I said. I gather yours are more supportive.

    Amy's expression turned serious. Well, they were. They were killed in a car crash last year. Now there's just my brother... Her face suddenly brightened. I know! Why don't you come and spend Thanksgiving with us? There's lots of room.

    I considered. Living among mortals without betraying one's origins is no small challenge; doing so under a relative stranger's roof would be more difficult still. And yet the invitation was tempting, more so than Amy could have guessed. After all, the Sidhe have their own

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