Prism Book Tours.
Book Tour Grand Finale for
By Jennifer Silverwood
Vynasha's journey continues in this Beauty and the Beast retelling. We hope you enjoyed finding out more about this fantasy world. If you missed any stops, go back and check them out now...
Launch - Fanart Contest
Do you create fanart?
Do you create fanart?
Jennifer is offering extra entries on her tour giveaway and a special giveaway
during the Twitter Chat to one lucky artist! Post your fanart and share with
Jennifer on social media (@JennSilverwood on Twitter and Tumblr and
silverwoodj on Facebook). Look for inspiration and see her posts on Tumblr.
Magic & Machines - Mount GrimmDeep in the enchanted forest across the Silver River which flows through the Wylder Mountains, is the last hold of the humans. Before Soraya the Enchantress cursed the land, the King declared war against all majikal peoples. Humans were quick to blame their troubles on the mirror folk and aided the King in his purge. Clans and villages of majikal folk scattered throughout the Wylderlands banded together to fight a losing battle against the King’s superior forces.
Nicole's Book Musings - Excerpt
Her life had been forfeit the hour the Prince locked her in the dungeon like one of his beasts. Being enclosed in near-absolute darkness made the hours crawl past and Vynasha’s mind was beginning to betray her. Had it only been a few hours since he’d left her alone with nothing but the echoing howls of her fellow beastly prisoners for company?
Wishful Endings - Excerpt
“My time as the beast is different,” Grendall said, “measured by base instinct rather than conscious thought. Our blood bond kept me aware enough to remember the reason I was there. I had to make sure you made it safely out. The wolves would have taken you if I hadn’t found you.”
Falling Leaves - Excerpt
“Vynasha?” Grendall’s weary voice woke her and his fingertip brushed over hers. “What were you dreaming about?”
The slight comfort of his contact and the soft blue light shining at her through the hole was enough to orient her again. She released a shuddering sigh as she replied, “My father…”
Letters from Annie Douglass Lima - Interview
What, if any, “hot-button” or controversial topics do you touch on in your book?
This is not your average Beauty meets and falls in love with her Beast. Sometimes the heroine must be her own hero. In our heroine, Vynasha’s case, she was already scarred before she was lured to the Beast’s clutches. And while she may indeed love him, she has chosen to take matters into her own hands. No “hot-button” topics here in todays’ modern era. Just a tale old as time about a scarred girl who learns ugliness is a matter of perspective, and that it’s okay to embrace her inner monster to rescue the ones she loves.
fuonlyknew - Forgotten Village
Deep in the enchanted forest by the Silver River which flows through the Wylder Mountains, is a village of the Forgotten. Before Soraya the Enchantress cursed the land, the King declared war against all majikal peoples. Clans and villages scattered throughout the Wylderlands banded together to fight a losing battle against the King’s superior forces. Until only a single village was left, a remnant of the Forgotten and displaced. The King’s former wolfmen warriors chose to abandon their liege and named themselves the Forgotten Protectors of the land.
The Silver Dagger Scriptorium - Lost City
High in the northernmost reaches of the Wylder Mountains, across the Silver River and enchanted forest, rests the Lost City. Now a dark and forbidden place, it was once called the City of Light, before Soraya the Enchantress cursed the land. Ruled by a mad king who prized wealth and opulence over his people, those who lived within the City enjoyed a life of privilege. A mysterious evil turned the king’s heart to darkness, however, a poison he forced upon his son and heir.
Mel's Shelves - Whistleande Village
Excerpt from J. Silverwood’s recently published tome, “Whistleande Valley, A History.”
While I have taken great pains to record the information the quaint, yet stoic residents of Whistleande Village have offered me, I must beg allowances for fallacy. Some families seemed reluctant or refused to supply a full account of their ancient homeland. Perhaps it is because I am a Southerner, from the lowlands by the sea. This homely mountain folk have had fair reason to distrust my kin in the past.