Faerie Tales Retold (Aurora)

As our children grow up listening to classic stories and fairy tales, they're often curious about why the stories usually feature helpless girls who depend on a prince charming to save the day. This series is an attempt at re-telling those tales to feature strong female leads. THE WEAVER OF DREAMS The Evernight is coming. As sure as the wind blows cold, the Evernight advances on this land. But the cosmos will provide a deliverer. An oracle with visions to remake all of creation. And though her story will be lost to the mists of time, she will come not to heal, but with a purpose most high. To tear apart reality like a veil that lies, to darken the sun and turn the world itself inside out. And five heralds will she choose, five daughters of men, to prepare for the future of her unfettered reign. She will be foremost among least, she will be hidden, unseen. She will awaken all of creation from its slumber diseased. She will be, the Weaver of Dreams. - The Seventh Prophecy (an excerpt from of the forgotten epic, The Weaver of Dreams)

As our children grow up listening to classic stories and fairy tales, they're often curious about why the stories usually feature helpless girls who depend on a prince charming to save the day. This series is an attempt at re-telling those tales to feature strong female leads.

THE WEAVER OF DREAMS

The Evernight is coming. As sure as the wind blows cold, the Evernight advances on this land. But the cosmos will provide a deliverer. An oracle with visions to remake all of creation. And though her story will be lost to the mists of time, she will come not to heal, but with a purpose most high. To tear apart reality like a veil that lies, to darken the sun and turn the world itself inside out. And five heralds will she choose, five daughters of men, to prepare for the future of her unfettered reign. She will be foremost among least, she will be hidden, unseen. She will awaken all of creation from its slumber diseased. She will be, the Weaver of Dreams.

- The Seventh Prophecy (an excerpt from of the forgotten epic, The Weaver of Dreams)

Faerie Tales Retold (Ariel)

As our children grow up listening to classic stories and fairy tales, they're often curious about why the stories usually feature helpless girls who depend on a prince charming to save the day. This series is an attempt at re-telling those tales to feature strong female leads. THE VIRIDIAN WHISPERER I am queen of the deep, Eurybia’s daughter, my golden voice held sway beneath the shimmering waters. My dominion was absolute and my subjects spanned, three times and more of those living on land. But the Sand Dweller folk sought control of my domain, and they plotted and schemed to bring me to shame. With dark magic they stole my golden voice, and left me hoarse, what before was pure melody, they rendered harsh noise. Then I remembered the tales, from the lips of the Traveller, of a Lady so tiny yet a conduit for colossal power. So I trained as she asked and over time I regained, a fraction of what I’d lost, but that whisper restored my reign. I am still queen of the deep, Eurybia’s daughter, but I have another name now - the Viridian Whisperer.

As our children grow up listening to classic stories and fairy tales, they're often curious about why the stories usually feature helpless girls who depend on a prince charming to save the day. This series is an attempt at re-telling those tales to feature strong female leads.

THE VIRIDIAN WHISPERER

I am queen of the deep, Eurybia’s daughter, my golden voice held sway beneath the shimmering waters. My dominion was absolute and my subjects spanned, three times and more of those living on land. But the Sand Dweller folk sought control of my domain, and they plotted and schemed to bring me to shame. With dark magic they stole my golden voice, and left me hoarse, what before was pure melody, they rendered harsh noise. Then I remembered the tales, from the lips of the Traveller, of a Lady so tiny yet a conduit for colossal power. So I trained as she asked and over time I regained, a fraction of what I’d lost, but that whisper restored my reign. I am still queen of the deep, Eurybia’s daughter, but I have another name now - the Viridian Whisperer.

Faerie Tales Retold (Jasmine)

As our children grow up listening to classic stories and fairy tales, they're often curious about why the stories usually feature helpless girls who depend on a prince charming to save the day. This series is an attempt at re-telling those tales to feature strong female leads. SORCERESS OF THE SANDS A desert kingdom. A tale of deceit. An age of struggle and of men who craved power exclusively. This is my reality, granted to me by the Weaver of Dreams. To survive this quandary, I needed a guide, so I sought her out to train at her side. And what she taught me was profound, an ancient secret revealed, the Lady of the Forest allowed me a glimpse into what was to be. You see, you may have heard of Arabian nights, but those concocted tales had me portrayed as a child. So listen to what’s true, to this story of mine - there are no flying carpets, nor genies of any kind. There is only Magic, and the woman skillful enough to wield it. I am Channeler, Healer, Spellbinder, Seer - pursued by viziers and urchins alike. I am Prophetess, Enchantress, the most powerful in the land. I am, the Sorceress of the sands.

As our children grow up listening to classic stories and fairy tales, they're often curious about why the stories usually feature helpless girls who depend on a prince charming to save the day. This series is an attempt at re-telling those tales to feature strong female leads.

SORCERESS OF THE SANDS

A desert kingdom. A tale of deceit. An age of struggle and of men who craved power exclusively. This is my reality, granted to me by the Weaver of Dreams. To survive this quandary, I needed a guide, so I sought her out to train at her side. And what she taught me was profound, an ancient secret revealed, the Lady of the Forest allowed me a glimpse into what was to be. You see, you may have heard of Arabian nights, but those concocted tales had me portrayed as a child. So listen to what’s true, to this story of mine - there are no flying carpets, nor genies of any kind. There is only Magic, and the woman skillful enough to wield it. I am Channeler, Healer, Spellbinder, Seer - pursued by viziers and urchins alike. I am Prophetess, Enchantress, the most powerful in the land. I am, the Sorceress of the sands.

Faerie Tales Retold (Thumbelina)

As our children grow up listening to classic stories and fairy tales, they're often curious about why the stories usually feature helpless girls who depend on a prince charming to save the day. This series is an attempt at re-telling those tales to feature strong female leads. THE LADY OF THE FOREST The Evernight is coming. As sure as the wind blows cold, the Evernight advances on our land. And so, she sends them to me. The Weaver to Dreams sends me every soul seeking passage and refuge from the dark of the Evernight. So to one I gave the gift of Time, to ride where it would lead her. To another, magic to defeat tyrants, she still calls on me through her Mirror. To a third I taught, the art of the axe, to pair with her wolf-eyed nature; and these are but, a few of the souls I've guided and helped crossover. For though my stature maybe tiny - smaller than a thumb - my power is a force colossal. I am one of few, the Lady of the Forest, I prepare them for the Evernight's arrival.

As our children grow up listening to classic stories and fairy tales, they're often curious about why the stories usually feature helpless girls who depend on a prince charming to save the day. This series is an attempt at re-telling those tales to feature strong female leads.

THE LADY OF THE FOREST

The Evernight is coming. As sure as the wind blows cold, the Evernight advances on our land. And so, she sends them to me. The Weaver to Dreams sends me every soul seeking passage and refuge from the dark of the Evernight. So to one I gave the gift of Time, to ride where it would lead her. To another, magic to defeat tyrants, she still calls on me through her Mirror. To a third I taught, the art of the axe, to pair with her wolf-eyed nature; and these are but, a few of the souls I've guided and helped crossover. For though my stature maybe tiny - smaller than a thumb - my power is a force colossal. I am one of few, the Lady of the Forest, I prepare them for the Evernight's arrival.