The Frozen Moon: Book Two of The Living Curse series + BONUS Full Version of Book Three! Read Free

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                  “Not all the pixies,” boomed a deep voice.  Nameh turned to face the source of the voice, the general Aksid.  “All the pixies that were battling are now dead, but there are still a small number that would have been guarding the Queen.  It seems that our wars are now over, for the time being.” He said with a gentle smile.  It occurred to her that he was an especially calm Moon faerie, based on Max’s description.  “The pixies will return, after rebuilding their numbers and receiving reinforcements from surrounding tribes.  But for now, you have brought us peace,’ he said with a small bow.
                  “General,” she began humbly, “I cannot claim the honor for this battle.  It was by pure accident that I unleashed that spell.”
                  “It is not only for the spell that we wish to honor you for.  You fought valiantly, you both did.” He added, turning for a moment to Max.  “The Queen will see you now.” He finished.  He turned and left the two, apparently knowing that Max could lead the two of them.  She could see the surprise in Max’s eyes at this news.
                  “It’s quite an honor for any humans to be permitted to see the Queen,” he said.  “There is a festival once a year where the court is opened, but only warriors can be in her presence on any other day.”
                  “Max, I don’t know if I should go,” she said with the uncertainty she felt, “I really didn’t’ do anything.”
                  “You did, trust me.  The faeries would not invite you to see their queen if they didn’t know that you proved yourself.  I saw you out there; you killed like twenty pixies besides the spell.  Actually, I’m beginning to think you have issues,” he said with that boyish smirk that made her stomach knot.  She sighed and relented, following him across the lush grass of the park; he had clearly been invited into the Queen’s presence before, and knew his way.  He stopped in front of a cluster of trees, before her eyes, the trees separated as if to make way for them.  The great trunks groaned as they slid apart, revealing a clearing in their wake.  Peering into the dark, she could barely make out a few shadowy forms.  Max entered the clearing first, motioning for her to follow.
                  When she crossed the threshold into the clearing, the scene changed dramatically, no longer shrouded in shadows, but bathed in sunlight.  Within the clearing, there seemed to be a preserved daylight, as though night only existed outside this haven.  She was standing before a small pool of ice, which seemed impossible to her in the late summer warmth.  Beneath the surface of the ice pond, a silver liquid shone.  She realized that the light filling the clearing was not sunlight at all, but moonlight trapped within the ice, shining as brightly as the sun.  Across the ice, there was a beautiful faerie seated on an ornately carved throne of fine wood.  She had the dark, slanted eyes of most faeries, but they seemed softer somehow.  Her dark, luminescent hair fell down to her waist in curls, and it occurred to Nameh that she had never seen a faerie with curly hair before.  Her skin was pale, but not the lifeless pale of a vampire, a shining pearl which reflected the moonlight filling the room.  She was dressed in a silver-white gown of velvet which fell in long folds around her ankles.  The Queen looked as though her very existence had been forged from the moon itself, and it became clear that they did draw all of their power from it.
                  The Queen spoke to Nameh in a voice that could be compared to nothing but a moonbeam, soft and sweet and dark all at once.  “I see that you are admiring our moon pond,” she said with a smile, “moonlight captured in eternal ice, a gift from the Nature faeries.  We are the