Praise for MERCEDES LACKEY
"She'll keep you up long past your bedtime."
— New York Times bestselling author Stephen King
"Lively and original, rich in clever ideas...Lackey is one of the best storytellers in the field."
— Locus
"A writer whose work I've loved all along."
— New York Times bestselling author Marion Zimmer Bradley
"In this elegant, compelling fantasy from the prolific author of the Valdemar series (Arrows Fall, etc.) Lackey combines meticulously detailed dragon lore with emotionally intense, realistic human characters.... This uplifting tale, which contains a valuable lesson or two on the virtues of hard work, is a must-read for dragon lovers in particular and for fantasy fans in general."
— Publishers Weekly on Joust
"...with [Lackey], the principal joy is story: she sweeps you along and never lets you go."
— Locus
"[Lackey] shows a sure touch with the wonder and adventure that characterize the best fantasy writers."
— Romantic Times
"This is a charming, colorful and romantic coming-of-age tale, deeply imbued with the concept of responsibility as well as the imagined pleasures of power."
— Publishers Weekly on Winds of Change
*Starred Review* "[Lackey] fills the book with well-limned characterizations and convincing, detailed dragon lore to make up a whole in which Vetch's coming-of-age becomes an integral part. Fans of McCaffrey's Pern will love it, but they won't be the only ones who do."
— Booklist on Joust
THE FAIRY GODMOTHER
First edition January 2004 THE FAIRY GODMOTHER
ISBN 0-373-80202-1
Copyright © 2004 by Mercedes Lackey
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Dedicated to the members of the FDNY, lost 9/11/01
Battalion 1
Paul Mitchell
Matthew Ryan
Battalion 2
Richard Prunty
William McGovern
Battalion 6
John Williamson
Battalion 7
Orio Palmer
Stephen Harrell
Philip Petti
Battalion 8
Thomas DeAngelis
Thomas McCann
Battalion 9
Edward Geraghty
Dennis Devlin
Carl Asaro Alan
Feinberg
Battalion 11
John Paolillo
Battalion 12
Fred Scheffold
Battalion 22
Charles Margiotta
Battalion 47
Anthony Jovic
Battalion 48
Joseph Grzelak
Michael Bocchino
Battalion 49
John Moran
Battalion 50
Lawrence Stack
Battalion 57
Joseph Marchbanks, Jr.
Dennis Cross
SOC Battalion
Charles Kasper
Safety Battalion 1
Robert Crawford
Tactical Support 2
Joseph Mascali
Special Operations
Timothy Higgins
Michael Russo
Raymond Downey
Patrick Waters
Division 1
Thomas Moody
Joseph Farrelly
Division 11
Timothy Stackpole
Division 15
Martin Egan, Jr.
Thomas Haskell, Jr.
William O'Keefe
Chapter 1
This is not the way to spend a beautiful spring morning! Elena Klovis thought, as she peered around the pile of bandboxes in her arms. They were full of hats, so they weren't particularly heavy — unlike most of her stepmother's luggage — but they were very awkward to carry. There was a lark serenading the morning somewhere overhead, and Elena wished with all her heart she was him and not herself.
Still, if nothing went wrong, in a few hours she just might be free! If not as free as a bird, at least better off than she was now.
She took a few more steps, feeling her way carefully with her bare toes, and caught sight of the neighbors peering over the rose-covered wall as she passed by their perch. They must have been standing on boxes or a bench to do so, and even at that, all that could be seen of them was the tops of their caps, a few little greying curls escaping from beneath the lace, and two sets of eyes, blue and bright with curiosity.
Their curiosity would have to wait. She didn't have time to satisfy it right now.
Elena felt her way on towards the carriage, the bandboxes swaying dangerously with each step. Madame Blanche and Madame Fleur knew better than to call out to her when she was in the middle of a task, and even if they hadn't been, she wouldn't have answered. Not now. Elena was not in the mood to take either her stepmother's sharp tongue nor the blows of her cane, and if the carriage wasn't packed soon, Madame Klovis would be delivering up both.
She made a few more careful steps. It would have been easier if she'd been properly shod instead of barefoot, but the only shoes she had were the wooden clogs she'd carved herself for winter, and the wooden pattens for rain. The last time she'd asked for shoes, her stepmother had flown into a rage and beaten her so hard that her back ached now at the memory.
Sometimes she thought about what would happen if she snatched that cane away and struck back — and wondered if it would be worth what would follow.
It wouldn't, of course. The girls would run to get help, and Elena couldn't possibly get away before she was caught. First would come the constables, who would charge her before the magistrate for assault, and the law was on her stepmother's side. An unmarried girl was the ward and property of her parents, who could do whatever they wished with her. Of course, most parents were good and kind, and would never hurt their children, not even when they were the children of another marriage — but when they were not, well there was no recourse for the child, none at all....