Blog Tour: A Grimm Legacy by Janna Jennings

Written By: Kellie - Dec• 08•13

I’ve got a very exciting one for you today! This is a book I am very, very proud to have worked on, and very much hope that you’ll all take the time to check out. If you’re a fan of Grimm’s fairytales, or the classic stories like the Narnia books, you won’t be able to put down A Grimm Legacy!

a grimm legacy

About the book: Enchanted castles and charming princes thought to exist only in stories come to life in this classically twisted fairy tale that combines the timeless quality of generations old folktales with the challenges of the modern world.

The woods of Elorium appear ordinary to Andi Grace, until birds start talking and elves answer doors. Along with three others, Andi has been whisked out of her world and finds herself the reluctant guest of the perplexing millionaire, Mr. Jackson—a stranger willing to help get them home, but who’s keeping secrets of his own.

Discovering unexpected family connections to this fairy tale land, the group must rely on each other as they dodge evil fairies and battle giants, intent on keeping them in Elorium.

Faced with characters short on whimsy and bent towards treachery, Andi, Quinn, Fredrick and Dylan are forced into fairy tale roles to find the way home. But in Elorium, happily ever after is never guaranteed.

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Excerpt:

Andi barely heard her as she approached the mirror slowly. Gilded in tarnished silver, the oval six-foot monstrosity hung suspended in the middle of the room. She made a trip around, looking for what supported it.

“How’s it doing that?” Fredrick asked.

Andi faced her reflection, eerie in the lamplight, and tentatively touched the smooth surface. A clear tone rang out and the surface turned milky white.

“Tell me glass, tell me true,” Andi whispered.

Floating out of the white was a face with hair that blended into the background and ageless eyes that smiled out at them.

“It’s a woman,” Fredrick said. A bell-like laugh rang throughout the room. As it faded, the queen’s screaming stopped and they could hear the lock turn on her bedroom door.

“Candide.” The mirror woman’s voice was low and musical. “I wondered when I would see you. I know you must get tired of hearing it, but you look remarkably like your grandmother.”

Andi couldn’t smile back. “Please, can you get us home?”

The doorknob to the closet door rattled. Quinn threw herself on it and the boys added their weight to the door.

“I can. Do you have the shoes?” Andi held them up from where they hung on her fingers. “Place them on your feet. Make sure you’re touching anyone who wants to pass through.” Andi kicked off her boots, peeled off her socks, and stepped into the low heels. A shiver ran down her spine.

The door bucked under the onslaught of guards and Fredrick asked, “Andi?”

The woman in the mirror disappeared. In her place was the image of a dusty shop containing heavy furniture covered in miniature figurines, delicately painted china, rusty watering cans, and an assortment of tarnished silverware. Hundreds of cuckoo clocks dominated one wall, and indistinct mounds of clothing, furs, and wide brimmed hats balanced haphazardly on coat racks by the front door. A sliver of window revealed only pine trees and fog. Nothing looked familiar.

Andi raised an eyebrow at the others. Fredrick shrugged back at her. Shots sounded behind the door and the wood of the door squealed. Two bulges where the bullets hit the wood protruded just to the left of Dylan’s head.

“Time to go,” Dylan said, latching on to Andi’s hand. He reached for Quinn as she reached for Fredrick. The door flew open as they stumbled into the glass.

Another shot fired behind them. Andi felt the wake of the bullet as it buzzed past her head. The tip of her toe had barely touched the glass when the mirror exploded.

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