This is the only night when the great gods are orced to take their beastly orms. This year was dierent, or an Endless Moon only occurs when the winter solstice coincides with a bright moon in all its ullness. The wild hunt had emerged, but this year they were not only seeking lost souls and aimless drunkards and naughty chil- dren who had risked misbehaving at a most inopportune time. The sky was slate gray and a blizzard was being heralded across the land by the chilling howls o the hounds, the thunder o hooves. But or our purposes, it started during that Endless Moon. Or, I should say, the true beginning was in the beoretimes, when monsters roamed reely outside the veil that separated them rom mortals, and demons some- times ell in love. Our story began on the winter solstice nineteen years ago, during a rare End- less Moon. And I want to be clear that it wasn’t entirely my ault, either. I know some will try to blame him, but he had little to do with it. The rst thing you ought to know is that it wasn’t my ather’s ault. I will tell you the tale, how it happened in truth.
Soon Serilda realises that there is more than one secret hidden in the castle walls, including an ancient curse that must be broken if she hopes to end the tyranny of Erlking and his wild hunt forever.All right. Love isn’t meant to be part of the bargain. In her desperation, Serilda unwittingly summons a mysterious boy to her aid.
Erlking imprisons Serilda in his castle and sets her the impossible task of spinning straw into gold, a task she must complete or be killed for telling falsehoods.
When one of Serilda’s outlandish tales draws the attention of the sinister Erlking and his undead hunters, she finds herself swept into a grim world where ghouls and phantoms prowl and hollow-eyed ravens track her every move. Long ago, cursed by the god of lies, a poor miller’s daughter has developed a talent for spinning stories that are fantastical and spellbinding and entirely untrue. But what the miller had not considered is that the god of stories is also the god of lies.
She was indeed healthy and strong, and in that, the god of stories had granted the wish precisely as requested. What if Rumpelstiltskin isn’t the villain of the story?īy the following winter solstice, the miller would become the father of a baby girl.
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