Once the ruler of the kingdom of Silverwood, Queen Charmaine finds herself running as a fugitive from the only life she has ever known.
With the people believing her to be dead and a tyrant taking over her land, Charmaine has to fight for her life, the lives of her family and most of all the magi of Silverwood.
Will she find a way to take her rightful place as the Queen of Silverwood before her enemy is coronated or will she succumb to the evil forces out to get her?
Find out in this thrilling finale of the Charm Cinderella retelling trilogy.
Charm is the final book in the Charm Reverse Fairytale series by USA Today bestselling author J.A.Armitage. Take everything you think you know about fairytales and turn it on its head.
This is the third book in the series. The first got into Amazon's top 2000 paid and top 50 free
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uca looked every inch the man in despair as I watched him on the TV. His beauty was not diminished at all by the tear tracks down his face. If anything, the sorrow made him all the more beautiful. It was a shame it was all fake. Fake tears, fake sorrow, masking a monster. And yet, I couldn’t turn the TV off. It was one in the morning, and I’d watched this particular interview three times already in the past twelve hours. The first two times I’d been surrounded by my family and the members of the Freedom of Magic group as we huddled around the sofa, trying to take in everything that had happened.
The palace was gone. Barely anything survived the catastrophic fire that had torn through it. The cause had finally been confirmed as a number of bombs placed at strategic points throughout the building for maximum impact. So much for extra security! Of course, when the person in charge of the extra security was the one who planted the bombs, there was little anyone could do.
“Come to bed,” I heard Cynder’s voice behind me, but I didn’t turn around. I should have been sleeping as the others were, but I couldn’t. I wasn’t sure if I’d ever be able to sleep again.
I felt his hand on my shoulder.
I turned to him and stifled a yawn. “I’m sorry. Did I wake you?”
He slipped in next to me on the sofa. Just having him close brought me comfort.
“No,” he whispered. “I couldn’t sleep either. I’ve brought you some hot milk.”
I took the milk gratefully and gave him a sad smile.
“I should have known,” I mumbled. Just acknowledging my part in this made me feel sick to my stomach.
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Translated by Daniel Lopez Hernandez
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