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Автор: Barb Hendee
Издательство: Ingram
Серия: A Dark Glass Novel
Жанр произведения: Ужасы и Мистика
Год издания: 0
isbn: 9781635730326
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      A Girl of White Winter

      Barb Hendee is the author of

      The Dark Glass novels

      Through a Dark Glass

      A Choice of Crowns

      A Girl of White Winter

      Table of Contents

      Barb Hendee is the author of

      Prologue

      Chapter One

      Chapter Two

      Chapter Three

      The First Choice

      Chapter Four

      Chapter Five

      Chapter Six

      Chapter Seven

      Chapter Eight

      Chapter Nine

      The Second Choice

      Chapter Ten

      Chapter Eleven

      Chapter Twelve

      Chapter Thirteen

      Chapter Fourteen

      The Third Choice

      Chapter Fifteen

      Chapter Sixteen

      Chapter Seventeen

      Chapter Eighteen

      Chapter Nineteen

      The Choice

      Chapter Twenty

      Teaser Chapter

      About the Author

      A Girl of White Winter

      Barb Hendee

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      First Electronic Edition: August 2018

      eISBN-13: 978-1-63573-032-6

      eISBN-10: 1-63573-032-5

      First Print Edition: August 2018

      ISBN-13: 978-1-63573-033-3

      ISBN-10: 1-63573-033-3

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      Prologue

      Long ago, a vain lord enslaved a young witch so that he might force her to use her powers to keep him handsome and young. His most valued possession was an ornate three-paneled mirror in which he could see himself from several angles. Looking into its panels, he loved to admire his own beauty.

      Seeking revenge on him, the young witch began secretly imbuing the mirror with power, planning to trap him in the reflection of the three panels where he might view different outcomes of his useless life over and over, and he’d suffer to see himself growing old and unwanted. But unknown to her, as she continued to cast power into the mirror, it came to gain a will and awareness of its own.

      One night, the lord caught her as she worked her magic, and he realized she was attempting to enchant his beloved mirror. In a rage, he drew a dagger and killed her. But her spirit fled into the mirror. Though she had been seeking escape, she was once again enslaved…this time by the mirror itself. It whispered to her that it would protect her and use the power she’d given it for tasks more important than punishing a vain lord. Together they would seek out those facing difficult decisions and show them outcomes to their choices.

      “Wait!” she cried, inside the mirror. “What does that mean?”

      The mirror vanished from the lord’s room, taking her with it.

      And no one knew where it might appear again.

      Chapter One

      While growing up, I never realized how carefully the Lady Giselle hid me from the eyes of men. She did not do this from jealousy or selfishness, but to protect me…as my position in the household was not easy to define.

      On an evening in early autumn, as she sat in a chair before me, I piled her dark hair atop her head and fastened it with silver clips. In her late forties, she was still lovely.

      Tonight, she wore a green velvet gown with a full skirt and long sleeves.

      “Would you like your diamond pendant?” I asked.

      Her mind was elsewhere. “Mmmmmm?”

      She’d seemed unsettled since mid-afternoon, and I knew she was worried about the outcome of tonight’s dinner gathering.

      “Your diamond pendant?” I asked again.

      This evening was important, and she would wish to look her best.

      Nodding, she said, “Yes, my dear.”

      But as I went to fetch it, she reached out and stopped me. “Kara…his lordship has requested that you join us for dinner. The Capellos did not bring their wives or sisters, as this is a business gathering, and his lordship fears the numbers will appear too skewed at the table.” She paused. “Once you finish dressing me, we’ll need to find you a gown. He wants you to be decorative.”

      I tensed. “Must I?”

      She nodded again, this time more tightly. “Yes. It is his lordship’s wish.”

      Though it was common for me to join the family for dinner, over the past summer I had turned eighteen, and I’d not been invited to join a formal dinner with guests in nearly three years. Lady Giselle kept me hidden, even from most of the manor guards.

      “Which gown?” I asked, nervous at the thought of dining with strangers.

      “One of your white silks, I think.”

      * * * *

      That night, as Giselle and I walked into the dining hall, my stomach tightened when I saw what appeared to be a sea of men milling around before dinner. In truth, only five of the men would be joining us at the table. The rest were merely guards of either our house or the Capellos’.

      The group of five had gathered near