The
Unicorn and The Serpent
Ellie
Potts
Princess Morgan, wild and fiery, heir
to her father’s throne, can best any man with a sword. Now a woman
she is fearful of being Queen and marriage. But when visitors from a
different kingdom show up Morgan is faced with big changes. Faced
with loss, love and some touches of magic Morgan has to become the
Queen she is meant to be or succumb to a life worse than death.
About the Author:
Somebody told Ellie Potts you had to be
rich to be eccentric otherwise you were just crazy. She set out to
prove them wrong doing things she was told she couldn't do like
dressing like a pirate, get her books published, playing video games,
planning to survive a zombie apocalypse, and other antics most women
stay away from. Her love of books motivate her and movies captivate
her. She loves almost everything from Disney to George Romero. She
lives in California's Central Valley where most of her stories and
books take place. Her and her husband are owned by their attack Bugg,
and her two red eared slider turtle minions who live in the backyard.
Excerpt:
“Out here is the training area,”
Cormack said, opening the old wooden door and walking onto a small
wooden platform. They all looked down, watching the two fighting in
the ring.
“King Cormack, your man is fighting
in a dress,” Prince Philip said, stunned.
“Watch,” he said, as Morgan threw
the helmet from her head.
“I will make you wear it, Ryan,”
she said, angrily. She spun in a blur, sword hitting against Coyle’s.
The women gasped and the men stared in
shocked silence. The guards and Morgan all went still, looking up.
Ryan took her sword, and they all bowed, except for Morgan; she gave
a slight nod of her head.
“Hello, Father, will you join us?”
“No. You know I do not fancy the
sword as much as you do. And do not let us stop you,” he said.
“You let her play with the men?”
King Henry asked, not holding the shock from his voice.
“She is my second,” he said.
“Because she is your heir?”
“Because she is the best sword
fighter ever seen,” he said, smiling down at his daughter. She gave
him a small salute with the sword, to thank him for his praise.
“But she is a woman,” Henry said.
“A girl? And you say she is the best
of all your men? That does not make them seem very good, does it? I
mean, a woman cannot be better than a man at many things, other than
music and sewing,” Philip said.
“You can ask all my men. They are all
very good with a sword, but they will tell you she can beat any of
them. She has been fighting since she was a child.”
“You let your daughter fight?”
Queen Jaylene said, stunned.
“I gave her a wooden sword. It was
carved by my great-grandfather and passed down from father to child
since.”
“I have never been beaten by a girl.
And will never, for the sake of our sex, let it be said that a girl
can beat a man,” Philip said.
“I should have died if I were to have
a girl and find her fighting,”
Jaylene said.
“She does carry herself very well,”
Cormack said.
Prince Philip looked down at the woman
with curly, auburn hair. She watched them with dark emerald eyes that
sparkled like jewels. He saw a fire in those eyes he did not agree
with. He felt a need to tame her like a horse. She would make a
wonderful trophy; even if, perhaps, she was not as beautiful as some
of the other women in his circle. It would mean more land to add to
his Father’s, one that produced very well.
“I challenge the princess,” he
said. “I wish to see if she is really as good as the praise.”
The guards all murmured below. Coyle
nudged her. “You have been challenged,” he whispered. “Will you
accept?”
“Have I ever turned down a
challenge?”
“Not once.”
“I accept your challenge, Prince
Philip.”
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