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    The Disenchanting of Princess Cerridwen: A Tale from Adalonia
    The Disenchanting of Princess Cerridwen: A Tale from Adalonia
    The Disenchanting of Princess Cerridwen: A Tale from Adalonia
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    The Disenchanting of Princess Cerridwen: A Tale from Adalonia

    By Angela Korra'ti

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    On a night when wild magic erupts and sweeps through the city of the Athoden Clan, the princess and shieldmaiden Cerridwen finds herself transformed into a man, and that none among her people remember her true self. None save the others of her people who are also transformed... and Damhnait, the blacksmith's daughter. Can Cerridwen and Damhnait save the other transformed victims before their own people sacrifice them to appease the angry gods?

    This is a story set in the same universe as the author's Rebels of Adalonia trilogy (written as Angela Highland), and is set in the distant past of that land.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherAngela Korra'ti
    Release dateDec 15, 2015
    ISBN9780986421761
    The Disenchanting of Princess Cerridwen: A Tale from Adalonia
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    Angela Korra'ti

    The very first thing Angela Korra’ti ever wrote, at age 8, was a short story about a girl spirited away to rule over the leprechauns for a day. She progressed rapidly to pretending to take notes in class when she was actually writing novels, and writing fanfic before she had any idea what fanfic was! Music has been a part of her life almost as long, thanks to six years playing flute and piccolo in school band and an adulthood dabbling in flute, guitar, bouzouki, and mandolin. Music is likely to make an appearance in anything she writes. Particularly music that involves Elvis, bouzouki-playing Newfoundlanders, or Quebecois trad. Angela (Anna the Piper to her friends) lives in Kenmore, Washington, along with her wife and their housemate, two cats, and a whole heck of a lot of computers and musical instruments. Despite the fact that she is a mild-mannered former employee of a major metropolitan newspaper, rumors that she is a superhero are exaggerated. (Even if she did pull the door off a refrigerator.) As Angela Korra’ti, she writes the Free Court of Seattle series and other works in the Warder universe. As Angela Highland, she writes the Rebels of Adalonia trilogy for Carina Press. You can find out more about all of her works under either name at angelahighland.com.

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      The Disenchanting of Princess Cerridwen - Angela Korra'ti

      The Disenchanting of Princess Cerridwen

      Later, much later, memory brought back the night of fire and thunder, when the Change rolled over the city and the people fell writhing beneath its might. But when morning dawned, he woke knowing only that unsettling dreams haunted his mind, and his very being felt unfamiliar. Insubstantial. Wrong.

      With sluggish effort, he recalled the strength of his hands—yet he found himself certain that they were larger than they should be. His chest was muscled, his legs long and lean, but the garment he must have slept in clung to him in strange places, as though meant to fit someone else. When he tried to disrobe, his limbs screamed in pain, blinding him to all but a memory of light and mocking laughter.

      He must have howled, for his older brother Athred burst into his chamber as if expecting a plague of demons of the Boundless Dark. Ciaran! By the gods, brother, what’s amiss?

      Ciaran? Is that— He caught himself, for his voice too was unfamiliar. It was not unpleasant, deep and clear with a roughness like sun-warmed leather, but it was the voice of a stranger. He could barely speak another word. Is that my name?

      Of course, Athred said. What other name would I give you? Are you well?

      The name sounded as though it should fit him, and yet it did not, like the too-tight tunic. I dreamed, he rasped in panic, rising on legs that seemed too long and ungainly to bear him, while the room reeled. Dark dreams. I must be ill.

      Not you too, Athred breathed. I need you hale, brother. Father needs us. The Clan needs us.

      What’s happened? Ciaran’s fractured thoughts whirled, piercing his chest with sharp-honed claws as he studied his brother’s face.

      Magic, said Athred grimly. A curse has befallen the city. Father’s called a council. Can you be there? If you’re ill, if this night’s madness has touched you too—

      Ciaran fought to stand upright, for even in his confusion his duty to his kin was clear. It’s nothing, he said. Let me dress. Then I’ll come with you to Father’s side.

      Clothing himself should have been effortless. Yet as he peered around the room, Ciaran realized he’d been sleeping in a woman’s bedchamber, with no recollection of how he’d come to be there. Nor could he remember which woman claimed the chamber for her own, or what she was to him. A lover? A sister? Nothing emerged in his dizzied thoughts. And before he could think to ask why there was no sign of the woman herself, his brother thrust a different tunic, trousers, and boots at him.

      Put these on. We’ve got no time for you to find your own clothes, no matter who you’ve been sleeping with tonight.

      Nor was there time for explanations, not when Athred’s face held such

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