Wicked Abyss By Kresley Cole

Wicked Abyss By Kresley Cole

Prologue: Listen well to the storyteller, and you’ll hear such a tale,” Nïx the Ever-Knowing said to her sister Regin as they sat before the fire in their temporary abode. “Once upon a time, two females entered an enchanted forest on opposite ends of the woods. One was a lovely and truehearted fairy princess, born an old soul, with perhaps a bit of a temper. The other was a temptress called the dame of fire, known to be sensual and devious, with perhaps a lack of mercy. “The princess was fleeing a baneblood archer who’d vowed to wipe out the entire fey royal line. The princess wanted only to live. “The dame was pursuing a cowardly ruler who’d jeopardized all of his people. The dame wanted only to kill. “During the princess’s journey, she met a mysterious, gorgeous, shifty soothsaying Valkyrie who betrayed her. Next the princess met two sorceresses. They sent her on the adventure of a lifetime, down the rabbit hole to a strange new world, because they knew that not all bad is bad. “Lastly the princess met a king of beasts with two faces. He could keep her safe from the archer, but first the fairy princess would have to become the beast’s bride. “On the opposite end of the woods, the dame of fire met an ancient and primal force that recognized and rewarded her bravery. “Next she encountered a wise dragon who admired her audacity, so he decided to grant her one wish. “Lastly she met a beautiful fairy king, who had offered her his hand in marriage. And everyone knows the best way to become a queen is to marry a king. “The dame and the princess would meet in the middle of the forest, clashing so violently that even hell trembled. Which one would emerge from the woods? Who would triumph before the clock tolled midnight? The storyteller’s companion, one of her Valkyrie sisters, blinked in astonishment at such a tale, then said . . .” “Uh, Nïx, I just asked if you wanted to go hunt some ghouls.” Regin frowned at her sister, wondering how much nuttier the soothsayer could get. After the destruction of the Valkyries’ home, her mind was declining even faster than before. “And why are you calling yourself ‘the storyteller’ and narrating our conversation?” Nïx smiled vacantly. “The storyteller replied: ‘Because I am telling a story. And besides, no ghouls were harmed during the making of this fairy tale.’ ”

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