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Tuesday, August 02, 2011

FF : King Thrushbeard by Angeline Kace

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Angeline Kace, debut author, decided to write an amazing fable base on the Grimm Brothers’ King Thrushbeard story, and let me tell you, you’ll have a ride for your money – or should I say reading time? *winks*


Brooke is the main character of Descended by Blood, releasing August 26, 2011. She's sixteen with long dark hair and blue eyes. Her mother is human, and her father is a vampire. She doesn't like her vampire side and wishes she had been born as a pure human.

The Vampire Who Was Too Obliging

“Too short,” I said, passing the vampire standing center in line.

My father, the king, demanded me to marry and since I avoided any of his potential suitors, he invited every king, prince, and duke within the region. My resistance of selecting one of his suitors was that they were all vampires. I’d been born half vampire, so I meant no offense to them. They were beautiful, strong, and intelligent, which would explain why my human mother fawned over my father. But I aimed to avoid the quandaries they had faced; lack of unconditional love, patience, and honesty. And everything devoid in their marriage stemmed from my father’s cold vampire nature. I yearned for ardent love with a human prince sweeping me off my feet, as every princess deserved.

“Too tall.” And that he was. Foreboding that I might be crushed by this giant at the altar sent me further down the line.

“Too pale.” Rumors had run amuck that this fellow grew crasser than all the others.

I strolled past more vampires. Some of my suitors sneered at me and some of them salivated, as if they might eat me. The end of the line appeared and my step quickened with glee.

“Too angry, too old, too...” I halted. The vampire before me stood flawless. I closed my jaw in fear that I might stammer. His mahogany locks shimmered gold and copper in the sunlight. A warm summer breeze tousled the strands where they ended above his broad shoulders. His nose pointed at me; prominent and sharp, and his bottom lip enticed me with its full, smooth pout.

“Princess,” he said and bowed. Most men of his stature grasped a lady’s hand, bringing it up to his face, and kissing it. He had shown me a great honor by bowing before me instead. He straightened and his obsidian eyes gleamed beneath his now hooded eyelids.       

I stepped back. “Too obliging.” I turned on my heel and marched toward my chambers, unsettled that the vampire had stirred something within me.

A short span later, my father barged into my quarters. “What is wrong with thee?”      

I gasped. “Pardon?” He had never spoken to me this unkindly.        

“I provide thee with all of the best suitors across the land. I lay them at thy feet for thee to choose the most worthy. How doth thee come away alone and scorned?”        

I jutted my chin. “I shall not settle.”        

“Then I shall hand thee over to the first human boy that asks.”        

I gasped. “You wouldn't.”        

“I shall.” He slammed the heavy wooden door behind him.                                     

*  *  *

“Brooke,” my father boomed, calling me into the throne room.        

I lifted my skirts and hustled toward the grand hall. A young man in worn clothing with dark hair cropped close to his ears stood before my father.        

“Hear his ballad,” my father spoke.        

I curtsied.

The young man opened his mouth and out flowed from his throat a harmony so pure and sweet my heart beat with its tempo.        

Silence drifted in the hall after the last note faded. “Thy song pleases me,” my father said. “What shall be thy reward?”        

“Your daughter to wife.”       

“No,” I cried.        

“Yes,” my father said. “I took an oath to give thee to the first human to ask. She shall be thine now.” And he gave me to the ballad singer.        

The young man led me away, and I went forth with him on foot. We followed the road along the forest’s floor for the span of the whole day, and we made camp when the moon shone overhead.        

“Wife, go fetch wood.”        

I gathered my skirts and trailed away. I collected dry branches and bark, wondering how I ended up with the ballad singer instead of my human prince. Would I have been less tattered had I chosen the vampire prince who was too obliging?        

Twigs snapped in the distance and heavy foot falls pounded along the earth’s surface toward me.        

I dropped the kindle and ran to the safety of my husband.       

A roar vibrated behind me.       

“A bear comes this way,” I said, hiding behind my husband.        

“What do you suppose I do about it?” he asked, eyes alight with terror.       

“Do you surmise that I dispose of it?” My new husband offered me no refuge.        

“You are half vampire, which garners you strength and speed that I do not have.”        

He spoke truths, but my strength and speed were found lacking to that of a full vampire or a bear.        

The bear roared again, closer was the sound.        

I picked up a large branch and held it before me.        

The bear broke through the trees and into the clearing. From the other side, a vampire sped to the bear. He stooped low before he raised up, jumping onto the bear’s back.        

The vampire extended his fangs and bit into the back of the bear’s neck. The bear roared and shook to and fro to release himself from the vampire’s fangs. The bear’s struggle was for naught, for he bled and lamented as he fell to the ground dead—and remained dead.        

The vampire released his fangs from the bear. “I beseech you to traverse a little longer.”

“Thank you, good sir. For had you not come along, we would surely parish.” I followed my husband, assured that had I chosen the vampire who was too obliging I would have been saved had not that vampire come along to rescue us.       

We journeyed through night until we came upon my husband’s home where we made rest. We lay down without a fire or supper.

Upon the sun’s rise, my husband spoke, “You must go unto market and offer these pots for sale.”      

I obeyed my husband and people bought my wares. Some people spoke to me with kind words, but most spoke to me with pride and mocked me. Where was the gentle nature that these humans were sure to have? Clearly, they were not any more kind to me than were the vampires.

My husband bought many more pots for me to sell, so I seated myself at market for many more days. On the third day, a kind, withered man spoke to me about his life as a widow.

Life is short for humans and my mind pondered on my time spent alone after my human husband would pass. Had I chosen to marry the vampire who was too obliging, we could have lived long together, but because I had done wrong and felt a vampire not worthy, I would live a long life lonely and glum.        

I wept bitterly.       

“Do not be sad,” said a man, and when I looked up, it was my husband. “Do you not know me, my wife?” And his pale skin was absorbed with tanned, butterscotch, and his eyes darkened to a twinkling obsidian. “I am both the ballad singer and the vampire who was too obliging. For love of you, I disguised myself with vampire magic to bring down your prejudices against vampires and elevate your benevolence for us.”        

“I am not worthy to be your wife.”        

He came to me where I stood. “Take courage, for you have changed.”        

I wiped my eyes and the vampire who was too obliging kissed me.        

I pulled away. “But your hair did not grow back.”        

“I cut it.”       

“Grow it back. I liked it,” I said, tickling my fingers with the short strands.        

“Are you sure that if I do, I will not be too obliging?”        

I smiled and he kissed me.


About Descended by Blood:

Descended by Blood (Vampire Born Trilogy, #1)Brooke Keller is a high school junior who has never spent much time living in one place. She is finally in a town long enough to almost snag the boy of her dreams, until her life is threatened after killing a fanged man in his attempt to kidnap her. Brooke begins a dangerous journey in an effort to find out who is after her and how to stop them. Thrown into a world with powerful and prejudiced vampires, Brooke must tap into the side of her that she never knew existed at the risk of losing her life in order to save it.

Coming August 26, 2011 by Accendo Press

Read an excerpt




Angeline would like to offer one of you a kindle skin of Descended by Blood (which I’m totally jealous about because they are gorgeous!) and bookmarks!

  • This giveaway is open US & Canada Only

  • To enter, just leave a comment sharing a story about a time you misjudged someone or a situation

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Ends September 7th, 2011.



Angeline is a Scorpio living in the Rocky Mountains with her husband and two dogs. She loathed dogs and their "stick to me everywhere" hair until she fell for a pit bull.

She works full time at CPA firm and is going to school to get her Accounting degree. While she's slaving away, trying to figure out why accounts aren't balancing, she's dreaming about books.

She started reading seriously- staying up all night to finish a book and buying every new release she could afford- after finishing Twilight. Say what you want about the series, but it got a lot of people reading, so it's brought more to this world than just sparkly vampires.  She loves all things paranormal, but her favorites are vampires, werewolves, and zombies. In that order.

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Tynga is a 32 years old mom of two, from Montreal, working as a lab technician in an hospital specialized in heart disease. In her free time, she enjoys reading all things Paranormal and photography.

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24 People left their mark' :

  1. It's so easy to misjudge someone since the average person makes up their mind about someone within seconds of meeting them. I'm guilty of that, I thought this new employee at work was such a snob, for like 6 months, then I finally talked to her and she is the nicest person! Totally made me feel like an idiot.

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  3. I would have to say I have judged people before I understood that it is what is on the inside, not the outside that makes a person. I wish I would take back bad things that were said.
    Thanks for the giveaway and the chance to win.

  4. Well it was more of a situation. Awhile back I was reading only paranormals for adults, this was just before Twilight became crazy, and I didn't want to read anymore YA books because I was tired of teenage drama and angst. I thought that was all the YA books talked about these days.

    Finally my friends online convinced me to at least give Richelle Mead's Vampire Academy series a try--when there was only 3 books out and we were waiting on the 4th to release. So I was bullied into by my friends spread across the states and world for that matter. And it turned out that I loved it! Vampire Academy was much more thrilling that I gave it credit for. I immediately bought the next two books! And since then I have been more open to reading paranormal YAs because I found out that there isn't too much teenage drama and angst like I imagined!

    Best choice ever!


  5. my brother once dated a girl who talked alot of trash about her supposed best friend. then he and she broke up and he somehow ended up with the best friend but after hearing everything the other girl had to say i didn't really give her a full chance. then they broke up. and through some twist of fate the second girl and i got to talking and i told her what had been said to make me not fully want to make friends with her. i totally had misjudged her and now we're great friends, even though she's not with my brother anymore.

    i'm glad i gave grace a second chance because she's become and excellent friend of mine.


  6. link to tweet:


  7. Before I met one of my good friends wives, I heard a lot of awful things about her. Because of that I treated her very coldly when we finally met for the first time. Since then I've come to know her quite well and glad to say I completely misjudged her. She's an amazing person and I'm happy to call her a friend.


  8. Called by then boyfriend (way, way before cells) and told him I was at my grandmothers and was going to come by. He answer ed and said sure the more the merrier. I could hear what sounded like a big party going on in the background. Got there awhile later and no one at home. I sat around for awhile (reading of course as I never went anywhere without a book)Finally, he shows up and needless to say I was a bit pissed as he had told me to come on over and join the fun.
    At this point I realized that I hadn't talked to him as he had been cutting wood all day. I had called the wrong number. We both laughed about it as I helped him unload the wood.


    alterlisa AT yahoo DOT com

  9. Although it is not something I am particularly proud of, I know I have met people who come from wealthy families and assumed that they are stuck up and spoiled, only to discover that I horrifically misjudged them and that they are actually one of the most giving and selfless people I have ever met.


  10. That was a cute story and I never suspected the way it ended.

  11. Really great short story written by Angeline!! Thank you so much for sharing this!

    *Please do not include me in giveaway*

  12. I am always jumping to conclusions about what has been done or not done at my job --- and usually i am the one who has to apologize. LOL I hope to learn from my mistakes - but we are only human.

  13. I've been married three times, and three times I have hugely misjudged men! Don't worry, though, I've learned my lesson - and that is that I have terrible judgment in men!!
    jwitt33 at live dot com

  14. I think everyone is guilty of misjudging a person at some point in their lives, I know I am.

    On my first day of TAFE (kinda like your collage) there was this guy who was in every one of my classes. He was scruffy, and loud and noisy and kinda acted like a jerk and I wanted to stay as far away from him as I could. Then one day he approached me and we started talking and I realised he was nothing like what I thought----he's now one of my best friends! Justin is rude and crude and jokes constantly, but he's got the best heart of anyone I know. Truly! His mother and his brothers mean the world to him and he'd walk through fire for his friends.
    I love the guy to death and regret the day I ever once thought harshly of him!


  15. I tweeted too =)


  16. This looks like a great book, I would love to win :) edysicecreamlover18@gmailDOTcom I can misjudge people...but I don't usually jump to conclusions unless they concern family (paranoid cause they hate me and I have valid reason -.-). tweeted http://twitter.com/#!/Icecream1891/status/99498550974619649

  17. Since we're talking about books here, I had Dianne Sylvan's Queen of Shadow's sitting on my shelf for months because the cover-art seemed...stereo-typical urban fantasy and the blurb on the back just spelled out another cookie cutter book. At best.

    I finally got around to reading it and 3 pages in, I'm up till dawn chewing through the book.

    Honestly, sometimes, there are some books with the beef-cake cover-art that I'm somewhat embarrassed to even buy, but ends up being some really great reads.

    Added your book to my B&N wishlist, thanks for the giveaway. My kindle is currently nakey. The horror!

    brittanynoelle at gmail dot com

  18. First the Kindle Skin is gorgeous!!!

    Second, in my line of work it is very easy to completely misjudge people everyday if you do not have an open mind. I am a commercial property manager and despite all the behind the scenes stuff I do to keep the building running the biggest part of my job is keeping the tenants happy and sometimes that is hard to do when they call griping about stuff. We have to keep in mind that they are typically just relaying those messages as well and can come accross very upset when in fact they usually arent't and just don't understand the logistics of how things are handled and paid for.

    I know it is boring but when we constantly feel griped at you tend to start feeling like everyone is griping when they probably really aren't.

    mmafsmith at gmail dot com

  19. tweet:

    mmafsmith at gmail dot com

  20. I once in college hated a guy in my class because of where he worked and what he did..HR (human resource) all because I had bad experiences with HR where i worked. I later confess why I had avoided him and we had a great laugh at my stupidity! I judge him without any good reason and I missed out on half a semester of knowing a really great guy...shame on me.
    I tweeted for an extra entry

    thanks for the giveaway

  21. Once I misjudged my best friend in junior high school. She was the only person I could count on sometimes and then when she met a new friend, someone more popular, she started telling some of my secrects to them. Now i'm over that but since then, I only keep my secerets to myself...and my sister. =)

  22. +1 I tweeted:

  23. Honestly I would really rather not give details. But I will say I was soo soo sorry that I apologized for days.

    Great story, looking forward to reading more.

    bacchus76 at myself dot com

  24. tweet - http://twitter.com/#!/DonnaS1/status/110206585065840640

    bacchus76 at myself dot com