Sleeping Beauty

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leeping Beauty: Vampire Slayer
is a different sort of fairy tale that's twisted two ways. First, it's full of adventure for our Sleeping Beauty Lucette, loaded with danger, and heaped with action—not to mention vampires. Second, you get to control what happens.

At three dramatic turning points in the story, you'll get a chance to put yourself into Lucette's shoes and decide what you'd do next.

There are no right or wrong decisions, just different ones. As you'll soon discover, Lucette's a pretty special girl. She's strong and smart and brave, and she needs to learn how to stop blaming herself for things she can't control, including whatever challenges you throw her way.

When you decide which path to take, you simply flip to the relevant page. When you reach the end of any section, there will be a guidepost to tell you which page to turn to.

The best part is you can read this book over and over. In total, there are eight different routes through this book, which means eight stories in one! After you're done, see if you can figure out all the possible routes.

 

 

 

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unlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows lining the western-facing wall of the palace's reception room. On a raised platform at its north end, Queen Catia of Xandra, two months shy of her eighteenth birthday, sat on her throne with her husband, King Stefan. Between them, their baby girl lay asleep in her fur-lined glass cradle.

Since the baby's birth, the palace staff had worked around the clock to make the room beautiful for the princess's naming ceremony. Bright tapestries and banners decorated the glistening marble and glass walls. Ribbons of silver and gold hung from the vaulted ceiling, waving and dancing in the light summer breeze blowing in from the open skylights. The royal guard, in their scarlet, gold, and blue uniforms, lined the room—no fewer than ten on the throne platform alone.

Yet the young queen's shoulders were as tense as a mountain lion ready to pounce.
At least there were no vampires
, she said to herself.

Diplomacy demanded that the queen of Xandra entertain the leaders of other kingdoms, but all those assembled could sense the young queen's discomfort.

The queen turned to her sweet, raven-haired baby girl, who so clearly
took after her tall and extravagantly handsome father. Even at this young age, the princess's cheekbones were sharp, and her jaw defiant. Her big, electric-blue eyes flashed intelligence and mischief from under long, dark lashes and strong brows that commanded attention.

The fairy delegation hovered near the platform, their translucent wings acting like prisms as they passed through beams of sunlight. The fairies would grant a wish for the newborn based on what their queen saw in the child's future. They'd been known to grant wondrous gifts, but they'd also been known to bestow gifts more akin to a curse.

The fairy queen, the smallest of the group and dressed in a shimmering ice-blue dress, flew forward until she was hovering over the cradle. Holding her hands over the baby's head, the fairy queen closed her eyes and nodded, seemingly in a trance, and her entire body sparkled even more than it had before.

Suddenly, the fairy queen flew back from the cradle so quickly that a rush of air caught the tendrils of Queen Catia's hair.

Everyone gasped, and Catia's eyes widened in fear.

King Stefan leaped from his throne and strode down the steps toward the fairy queen. “ What is it? Tell me, what did you see?”

Still hovering in the air, the fairy queen's body paled to the point where she was nearly translucent, then she laid her hands on his shoulders. “Stefan, king of Xandra, my friend and descendant of my old friends now passed, I see many shadows in your young daughter's future. Loneliness, darkness, and danger.”

Queen Catia rose, lifted her baby from the cradle, and, holding her tightly, went to stand at her husband's side. “Darkness? Danger? What do you mean?”

Color had returned to the fairy's skin and she radiated pale blue.
“My young queen, the danger's source isn't clear, nor its duration.” She turned to the king. “I was planning to grant this child grace of movement, but I'm changing my gift.” The fairy raised her hands above the baby.

“To symbolize light,” the fairy said, “I grant this baby girl the name Lucette. May this name lead the princess out of the darkness she will encounter.”

Queen Catia pulled the baby back from the fairy queen. “ We're naming her Rose.” Rose, for Catia's favorite flower. Rose, for the acres of gardens her husband had planted as a wedding gift last year. Rose because it was a beautiful bloom that could also protect and defend itself. Given the name Rose, her daughter would be both beautiful and strong.

King Stefan laid his hand on his wife's arm. “Darling, Lucette is a lovely name.” He leaned down and whispered, “And it's not smart to decline a fairy queen's gift.” Growing up in the country, his young queen had much to learn about other cultures.

The queen opened her mouth to protest, but before she could speak, a shadow fell, as if the sun had been covered by storm clouds, and an icy cold rushed into the room. The king wrapped his arms around his wife and child.

One of the floor-to- ceiling windows at the side of the reception hall shattered.

Everyone screamed and ducked as shards of glass burst into the room. Natasha, newly crowned as the queen of the vampires, flew into the room through the broken window. Nearly six feet tall, the vampire queen's rich red hair flowed and her skin shone as if it were cast from porcelain, providing a stark contrast to the shiny black stone that hung
at her throat. Turning toward the royal couple, her yellow-flecked eyes flashed hatred. Crossing the room, Natasha's hair flowed around her, as if she held the wind at her command.

“But—it's daytime,” Queen Catia blurted. “How can this vile creature walk in the daylight?”

What Catia did not know was that the black stone at the vampire's throat was magic and granted its wearer many powers beyond those of a normal vampire. The vampires of Sanguinia had stolen the Stone of Supremacy from the fairies over a thousand years ago.

Queen Natasha stepped forward and her red satin dress swished around her legs, flowing over the floor like pools of blood spreading across the marble. “Handsome as ever, Stefan,” she said to the king, tracing a red-tipped fingernail down his arm.

“Hello, Natasha,” King Stefan said. “I was saddened by the news of Vlad's death.” King Vladimir had mysteriously died just weeks earlier, many suspected at his own wife's hand.

“Thank you, Stefan,” the vampire queen said. “I wanted to invite you all to the funeral.” She gestured around the room. “But in deep mourning, I couldn't bring myself to entertain guests.” The vampire stepped up and leaned in to embrace him, peering over the king's shoulder toward his young wife. She bared her fangs dangerously close to the king's neck, but instead of biting, she turned and kissed King Stefan on the mouth. A small cry burst from his young wife, who remained frozen in fear.

Natasha stepped away from the king and leered at Queen Catia, her eyes filled with hatred.

“Go away!” Catia yelled. “You're not welcome here! You weren't invited!”

King Stefan spun toward his wife. “Catia?” The king's shock and hurt were obvious in his voice and expression. His wife had lied and claimed the vampire delegation from Sanguinia had declined to attend, when in fact she'd burned their invitations.

“Please accept my apology, Natasha,” King Stefan said. “I'm sure it was an oversight.” He looked at his wife with pain in his eyes, then turned back to the vampire and continued, “But how fortuitous you arrived before the naming ceremony. We were just about to begin.”

“Lovely.” Queen Natasha smiled, her fangs showing between blood-red lips. “But not before I offer my gift.”