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Once Upon a Unicorn

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Product Description A science-minded unicorn and a (literal) fiery horse team up in this fantasy adventure perfect for fans of Fablehaven and the Wizards of Once series. Have you ever heard of a unicorn who is more interested in science experiments than magic? Or a flaming horse who's a walking fire hazard? When a pumpkin-headed menace called Jack o' the Hunt and monsters untold threaten their home, this unlikely pair must team up to save all of the Whisperwood--and themselves! Award-winner Lou Anders delivers a fantasy adventure about friendship, fearlessness, and finding your true herd. Review Praise for Once Upon a Unicorn:"Anders tiptoes into Terry Pratchett country with this funny and fresh fantasy steeped in Celtic myth. . . .  A distinctive unicorn tale for those seeking a funny-bone tickle." — Kirkus Reviews "This magical tale is told by a wry, omniscient narrator and explores what it truly means to be a friend regardless of superficial differences." — School Library JournalPraise for Lou Anders's Thrones and Bones series: "A fun, fast-paced, and highly enjoyable tale." — Garth Nix, bestselling author of the Abhorsen trilogy "The most delightful fantasy I have read in ages." — Amy Plum, bestselling author of the Die For Me series "The setting is rich, the characters well-defined, and the danger ever-paramount. It's a strong and thoroughly enjoyable start." — Publishers Weekly, starred review "Future fans of Tolkien and George R. R. Martin can happily cut their serial-fantasy teeth on this first book of an eventual series." — Kirkus Reviews About the Author Lou Anders drew on his adventures traveling to Greece in his twenties to write  Skyborn, combining these experiences with his love of adventure fiction and games (both tabletop and role playing). While he has yet to ride a hippalektryon, creating his own board games for  Frostborn, Nightborn, and now  Skyborn is one of his favorite indulgences. Anders is the recipient of a Hugo Award for editing and a Chesley Award for art direction, and was named a Thurber House Writer-in-Residence. He has published over 500 articles and stories on science fiction and fantasy television and literature. He resides with his family in Birmingham, Alabama. You can visit Anders online at louanders.com and ThronesandBones.com, on Facebook, on Tumblr, and on Twitter at @Louanders and @ThronesandBones. Excerpt. © Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved. 1 Foolish Fire Fumbling Something dark moved through the Whisperwood. It was Midnight. No, I don’t mean it was midnight on the clock. It was actually a few hours before then. And, anyway, clocks weren’t really a thing in these parts. No, I mean the something dark moving through the woods was Midnight. Midnight, a young night mare. A yearling nearly two years old. (That’s nearly twelve for a human, just so you know.) Watch how she walks. See how fearless and bold she moves? There’s no fear in her. Not a drip. Not a drop. Not a snizzle. Hmmm . . .  Do you think that she’s maybe being a little foolish as she struts so confidently through the twisted trees and deep shadows? Well, she is. And you’d be right if you guessed that she was very brash and stubborn and oh so very assertive for her age. Too big for her bridle, you might say, if anyone ever bridled a night mare. But they didn’t. The bridle would just burn up. In Midnight’s case, however, it would probably sizzle, spark, and explode. Because Midnight’s fire was Wild. Her fire shot out in all directions when she was excited. Or angry. Or giddy. Or hiccupy. Or just bored. Like the time she belched and a burst of flame set Old Sooty’s tail on fire. It had been very funny for everyone. Well, not for Old Sooty. Actually, it had only been funny for Midnight. The rest of the herd weren’t exactly what you’d call amused. Then there was the time she stamped her feet and fried a whole patch of mushrooms to a crisp. No one, not even Midnight, had thought that was very funny.