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Song in the Faërie Wood: An Unexpected Tale of Love and Courage

by Dorothy Blair Jeffers

278 pages; quality trade paperback (softcover); catalogue #04-0045; ISBN 1-4120-2217-7; US$26.50, C$31.00, EUR22.00, £15.50

What happens when a businessman finds an injured fairy? In helping her and receiving her kiss, he's forever changed, opened to a wondrous, beautiful world - the world of the faerie.

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About the Book This is not a children's book. It is written for grown-ups who can still dream of fairies, for the eternally young-at-heart who can remember being in love. It tells of a successful young investment broker who happens to find an injured fairy. In rescuing her, he becomes involved in a world previously unknown to him - the world in the forest, of fairies and elves. As the book unfolds, we see two love stories - the young investment broker finds his wife, and the fairy finds her love. The reader will thrill to the beautiful descriptions and settings, and will come to love the characters.

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About the Author Dorothy Blair Jeffers has been dabbling at writing since she was a child. Somewhere along the way, she discovered the mystery of that thing known as "story" - the container of truth. Now, the dreams and the real-life experiences have finally come together in this, her first novel. Married with four children, the author resides in Baldwin, Georgia, where she works full time, and enjoys writing novels.

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Excerpts

In a long ago land, and a faraway time,
At end of day, when shadows climb,
Two souls met for the very first time
At water's edge where the wee frogs chime...

From Chapter 4:

      If anyone had asked, 'What are you planning on doing tomorrow,' Gabe might have given them a list of things he could do on a Saturday, but sitting in his den watching a fairy cry was definitely not one of them.
      Here it was, nearly four in the morning, and a dirty little fairy, dressed in rags, was sitting on his couch, her face streaked with tears, and her arm bandaged from shoulder to elbow.

Also from Chapter 4:

      Taking her small hand into his, he led her into his bathroom, and showed her the large tub. He turned on the faucet and adjusted the temperature. She stood staring at this marvel. Gabe stepped over to the linen shelf and pulled down a towel and face cloth. He brought a bottle of shampoo, and a bar of soap. When he turned back to her, she was picking the bandage off her arm, and he noticed that it was already beginning to heal. Next, she began unwrapping the filthy cloth from her body. In a moment, she stood naked and completely unselfconsciously before him. Gabe averted his eyes.
      He tested the temperature, and turned off the water. "There you go! Here's your soap, and this is shampoo." But she looked at him blankly. The child had never seen soap! He'd have to teach her!

Part of Chapter 13:

      The fresh, pale green of spring's new grass began to darken in the twilight. A cool breeze stirred the white petals on the plum trees, and the delicate pink of the cherry blossoms. The pale blue sky flamed to orange, streaked with gold. The sun hung on the horizon, a molten ball of crimson. Far overhead the sky faded into white. At the edge of the forest, just beyond the meadow, the standing stone floated suspended in half orange, half shadow. In the air hung a feeling of expectancy...
      Into the wild silence there came a sound. At first it was a high, thin sound, a tune sung by a lone voice. But soon it lifted and flowed through the forest and across the clearing, a blend of voices, singing the tune of joy. One by one the voices joined in, until every fairy sang the song of springtime, the ode of their return to the forest. When the last fairy had stepped through the portal, and each fairy had kissed the spring evening, then the song gradually faded to peace. The long line of fairies began to drift into groups, carrying their tents and belongings. Slowly they scattered across the meadow, staking out favorite sites, or deciding on new places. It was time to pitch the tents for the Summer Camp of the fairies.
      The fairy child set down her burden and worked to complete her assigned tasks. She watched three small fairies chasing each other through the piles of bundles, until their mother finally shooed them away. She envied them their freedom. She wanted to visit the creek and discover what had changed since she had last seen it. The moon was bright, and the sky sprinkled with countless stars, spread over the meadow in the cool night air. On such a night she would love to chase Elwin through the trees.
      When the tent was finally set up and a reasonable amount of things unpacked, the fairy child flopped down onto her sleeping rug. She yawned. The creek with its swimming pond, the little ripples of water sliding over the rocks - they would still be there after she slept. Tomorrow she would take the time to explore everything. Soon she slept in the tent of her parents.

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