My rating: 5 of 5 stars
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Elva was once a faerie princess, bound to the Seelie King and renowned throughout the land. Until that was all stripped from her in a single moment. Now, she has recreated herself as a warrior woman. Fierce and strong, she is sent to the Ice Mountain where a beast reigns. Watch him, kill him if necessary, but do not fall in love.
Donnacha was once a dwarven noble, until the Troll Queen saw him. She curses him into the form of a bear. The only way to break the curse is to marry her daughter. But when a certain faerie princess enters the picture, he realizes there might be another way to free him.
Determined to hate each other, they quickly realize there's more to people than just appearances. When the Troll Queen steals him away, breaking her part of the deal, Elva must follow the bear she fell in love with east of the sun and west of the moon. To save him, she would give up everything.
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Elva and Donnacha! What a beautiful pair of mismatched personalities, yet they completed each other perfectly! In this new book by Emma Hamm, the Celtic mythology meets the tale of East of the Sun, West of the Moon where a Dwarf is cursed to be a bear and an elf warrior has to remain with him.
The story is wonderful with amazing scenery and details, yet the depth is given to Elva's character who may be damaged but strives to surpass her own fears and problems. I loved the humor and the fighting scenes and the ending was worthy for both of them.
No, seriously Emma Hamm has taken the classics and reimagined them into a whole new level! Her writing is stellar!
About the author:
I am from a very small rural town in Maine. I grew up amid blueberry fields, a farm full of animals, and surrounded by family. It was one of the best ways for a child to grow up. Horses blew puffs of sweet smelling breath in my hair, goats teased me until I giggled, and someone who loved me was always there to pick me up when I fell. I am truly blessed to have grown up in such a fashion.
The love of creative story telling started when I was very young. I used to “act out” the way a story should have gone and argued with my mother constantly about the endings of movies. I wrote a little bit, and eventually found myself in the online writing community. My love of characters blossomed and grew thanks to the ever vigilante parents who convinced me that imagination was one of the greatest gifts of the human mind. I wrote, I created, I read as many books as I could next to the fireplace.
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