There are seven rules of the faery kingdom that Halley Starr must never break:
1. No trespassing sacred faery territory
2. Don’t ever say thank you
3. Using a faery’s given name is a no-no
4. Never break a promise to a faery
5. Faery music is forbidden
6. Resist all faery food
7. And never, never fall in love with a faery
But Halley is cursed. Yeah. No joke. She can barely survive Omak High with that shard of ice in her heart. How could she possibly be a proper godmother and stop Rumpelstiltskin from taking the heir of the faery kingdom? And let’s be honest, there is no way she’ll go with Goldilocks (some hot faery guy) who won’t bother telling Halley his name or that she looks like she’s talking to herself when he’s around. Not a chance.
And really, who can blame her?
If Halley wants her heart back again, she can’t worry about the rules…
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Stop the clock from striking twelve
Who is Bridgette anyway?
1. Loser of Omak High
2. Girl who rubs her fingers raw working fast food
3. Victim of the evil stepmother who runs the group home
4. Not-so-proud owner of a hearth where fire-starting goblins live
5. Asylum wannabe with occasional schizophrenic episodes
Not even Bridgette knows. Not that she can do anything about it. Besides, her godmother is supposed to save her, not the other way around! But Halley Starr is a little busy fighting Rumpelstiltskin flunkies and his beanstalk, so her godmother sends some rude faery guy to help Bridgette instead. It’s up to him to make sure she gets that true love’s kiss that will undo the banishment curse, except he seriously knows nothing about love or faery hunters, red riding hood, spindles…or high school!
Even if he did, how is Bridgette supposed to find true love if everyone she loves disappears?
Will it be happily ever after or the end?
Daphne’s sister and stepsister are in big BIG trouble!
1. It’s the third and final day
2. Rumpelstiltskin plans to suck their powers dry
3. The queen wants them dead
4. The wolves switched sides
5. The world is about to end
6. And did they seriously expect to keep this all from Daphne?
Oh yeah, A LOT of trouble! Daphne Starr pricks her finger on a spindle and it awakens the power that was always within her. That’s a big time no no! Now Rumpelstiltskin and some evil queen are after her. Even more annoying, the biggest player at Omak High is a shapeshifter and he goes beast on her, dragging her into a beanstalk and getting them stuck in a time-warp. He won’t stop asking her to marry him to get to her powers. I mean, give up already! Sure, it’s cool when she scores matching boots with the weirdo cat, and some cute faery guy accidentally tags along for the ride, but…
Enough is enough already!
Halley and Bridgette had better get her out of this—especially since she only has until the battery runs out of her cell phone before she loses…to a beast.
The clatter woke my shadow from her catnap and she sat up on my bed, her formerly perfect hair askew. Oh sure, she could sleep!
“Get away from the door!” Hobs warned. I turned to see it ripping from its hinges. Misty fingers traveled through the cracks. “Start singing!” His voice cracked. “Keep it bad!” I ran for my radio, singing at the top of my lungs. Maybe I could give the Banshees something better than my insubstantial voice. I clicked the radio onto our only rock station. “Yes, good, good,” Hobs said. “Find the worst song you can!”
“We don’t have that many stations here!” I argued.
“Find one about a truck or a dog or something! Something country. Faster!”
I traveled furiously through the channels, found a song about a star crossed-lover, and turned it up loud. The Banshees tried to out-wail it with their chants and I pumped the volume up all the way, trying not to snap the knob off in my panic. The Banshees pounded against the door, but I could tell they were losing their strength in the face of the competition. Babs’ lower lip jutted out. I stroked her soft bangs away from her face, trying to comfort her. I covered her ears. “Is this why faeries love music?” I shouted. “It keeps the Banshees away?”
“Banshees are faeries!” Hobs shouted through the din.
“They don’t look like faeries!”
“They’re cursed to roam the earth. They were naughty. They were the maidservants of Queen Ratis when the treasures were lost.”
I put my fingers to my lips with a shrill shriek. “Don’t say her name!”
He gave me an impatient look. “Ratis is not the hag! Don’t worry. She was the keeper of the treasures. And besides, it’s what we call her—nobody knows her real name. Even if I knew it, I would never . . .” The door warped in front of us and I yelped, dragging Babs toward the bathroom. “Oh, no you don’t . . .” Hobs tugged us both back. “Don’t let them corner you. They tear down walls—you can’t.”
“Why aren’t they tearing down this wall then?”
“Would you want to be in here?” he cried. Well, no! Hobs breathed in deeply, pacing the room around us.