Love speaks in flowers. Truth requires thorns.
Travel to a world of dark bargains struck by moonlight, of haunted towns and hungry woods, of talking beasts and gingerbread golems, where a young mermaid's voice can summon deadly storms and where a river might do a lovestruck boy's bidding but only for a terrible price.
Inspired by myth, fairy tale, and folklore, #1 New York Times–bestselling author Leigh Bardugo has crafted a deliciously atmospheric collection of short stories filled with betrayals, revenge, sacrifice, and love.
Perfect for new readers and dedicated fans, these tales will transport you to lands both familiar and strange—to a fully realized world of dangerous magic that millions have visited through the novels of the Grishaverse.
This collection of six stories includes three brand-new tales, all of them lavishly illustrated with art that changes with each turn of the page, culminating in six stunning full-spread illustrations as rich in detail as the stories themselves.
Does this book sound AMAZING or what?! I was lucky enough to get the chance to read a sampler and ohhhh wow, I am SO excited to read the rest! If you haven't already, make sure to add THE LANGUAGE OF THORNS on Goodreads!
Now in the spirit of fairytales, folktales, and Midnight Tales, I've decided to share part one of three ofan original story I've been working on called The Three Dreams. A little background on this story- I've been slowly working on my first full novel, Ever So Lightly, for a while now. In the world of my book, there is a book of folktales about a mysterious man named Maron Eastrider. I've always wanted to write about Maron and actually flesh out The Tales of Maron Eastrider, and I felt like this was the perfect opportunity- although this short story got a little away from me and became bit much for one blog post. So without further ado, I present part one of The Three Dreams!
THE THREE DREAMS
Maron Eastrider had three fears. Three dreams. Three nightmares.
Turning his own power, his Gift, on himself had been an easy decision. But the power to enter and manipulate dreams, combined with always unexpected phenomena of turning one’s Gift against oneself… that combination had proved to be more than Maron could have ever begun to imagine.
I always did want to see my dreams more clearly, Maron mused to himself as he slowly traversed what seemed to be his own dreamscape. A strange iridescence seemed to coat the otherwise bland landscape. Flat, purplish dirt stretched out in every direction, blending into the seemingly perpetual dusky sky.
Maron felt as though he'd been walking for days on end, each moment an eternity with nothing to signify time’s passing. On and on and on. Nothing, nothing, nothing. He wondered if he would die eventually, or if, in true dream-like fashion, the rules were different here. Would he starve? Would his legs eventually give out? Maron doubted either would come to pass. And so he kept walking. And walking. And walking.
A speck appeared in the distance, off to Maron’s right side. Thus far he had kept trudging forward in a generally straight direction. With nothing to obstruct his course there had seemed no reason to change things up. Running his right hand through his shoulder-length black curls and heaving a sigh heavenward, Maron gave the speck in the distance a bored stare. He changed course and made his way toward it.
The speck was quite a ways off, the object growing larger at an achingly slow degree. Maron found his mind drifting back to that evening. Or had it been the evening before? Possibly even years before? He hated the timeless quality of a dream.
Whenever it had been, Maron found himself hoping beyond all measure that he had made the right decision that evening. The weapons had to be hidden. The kingdom was too unstable, too unbalanced, to allow that sort of power. If the bracers had fallen into the wrong hands… a chill ran down Maron’s spine. He didn't even trust himself with that sort of power, and he was quite sure he was on the good side of things.
With a start Maron realize the speck had grown much, much larger during his musings. No, it was no longer a speck. Maron felt nothing but utter dread as his eyes locked on the purple-painted wooden door that stood a small distance in front of him. His feet felt as though the ground had swallowed them up as his fear held him in place.
Well, that explains all the purple. As Maron finally pulled himself forward, one agonizing step at a time, he began to grasp what had really happened when he turned his power, his Gift, on himself in an effort to hide the bracers. For as he drew close enough to distinguish the slightly chipped paint around the handle, Maron knew what he would find next.
He looked down at the unremarkable bracers he held tightly in his left hand. No, he had been right not to put them on, to take the power for himself. His gift, amplified? He couldn't imagine the havoc he could have unleashed had corruption enslaved him. Maron tightened his fist around the bracers, reaching his other hand out toward the doorknob.
As his fingers rested around the glass knob, Maron realized with a start that there was a difference in this door. The glass seemed to glow with the same iridescence as everything else around him, but magnified a hundredfold. That same chill snaked its way down his spine again as he turned the knob and pulled the door open. Through the other side he could see the same barren landscape that surrounded him, though he didn't let his eyes fool him.
Steadying himself, a glimmer of what was in store for him beyond that threshold creeping into his mind, Maron Eastrider stepped through the doorway. And as he did, he looked on the other side of the door, knowing what he would find. That didn't lessen the terror he felt as he beheld one one scratched into the wood. A childlike scrawl had gouged the purple paint away. That one word burned into his eyes and echoed through him as everything went dark.
The end of part one... tune in next week for part two!
What's on the other side of the door? I'll be posting part two next Monday so if you enjoyed part one then please come back to read the rest!
I've always loved stories within stories, and that's part of why I'm so happy and excited that
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