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Excerpt fromHeart of the Moors, by Holly Black
Are you pleased?
Yes, Aurora said, leaning her head against Maleficents shoulder.
The faerie absently stroked her golden hair, and Aurora sighed.
Do you think that I would have turned out horrible if I was raised in the palace?
Would I have hated faeries?
Would I have been frightened, then?
Aurora continued, thinking of the girls her own age who had been among the townsfolk and the farmers.
You were never afraid of anything.
Even when you ought to have been.
Aurora gave Maleficent a fond smile.
Come, her godmother said.
They dined inside the conjured palace of vines and moss, at a table of gnarled wood.
You must like this place, Maleficent said, lifting a single brow, a little.
Of course I do, Aurora said, stretching out her arms.
And I love that you made it for me.
She slanted a look at her godmother, who had come to rest on another cushion.
She was different with wings.
She took up more space yet also seemed to have a new lightness in her.
There were many things she hadnt realized.
What had it been like to be so disastrously in love with Stefan and so horrifically betrayed?
What had it been like to face him down?
Aurora thought of the meeting shed had with the villagers that afternoon and Phillips strange expression.
The thought bothered her more than it should.
Cook his heart over a spit.
Aurora grinned at the old nickname.
But that night she had a magical bed in a leafy bower.
Aurora climbed in, under piles of blankets of faerie workmanship, each one almost impossibly warm and light.
After several attempts, her heart was beating so wildly that she knew sleep wasnt coming.
And if she wasnt careful, Maleficent might discover her trouble.
Aurora knew it would make Maleficent feel awful.
Aurora wanted that least of anything.
As quietly as she could, she slid from the bed.
She didnt bother looking around for her shoes or even pulling on her overdress.
She hurried down the stairs and out of the palace.
The moss under her feet was soft and cool and a little damp.
The breeze was warm.
She began to walk.
In the starlight, gems shimmered beneath the waves.
She saw wallerbogs snoring gently, sleeping beneath blankets of mounded leaves.
There she heard a sound, too large for a possum and too tentative for a bear.
At first she thought it might be a deer come to nibble at the new green leaves.
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