The Lost Princess of Oz (THE OZMA CHRONICLES #2) by Mae Holloway EPUB & PDF – eBook Details Online
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THE KING OF OZ was dying. Given that he was a scarecrow—a being
with neither heart nor blood—that should have been impossible.
Since coming here, though, from the rural and rambling hills of Kentucky
to the rich and magic-imbued realm of Oz, I’d learned that this strange
province made many things—both the miraculous and the terrible—quite
possible indeed.
And this latest twist of misfortune? Well, this one was entirely my fault.
“Rye,” I whispered.
The king sat with his spine pressed against an enormous tree, his long and
too-thin legs stretched out in front of him, an arm slung over his stomach.
His face, made of gray cloth which bore scar-like stitching, held no
expression. That itself wasn’t unusual, but the way his lids drooped over
those cold, glass-like eyes that blazed the exact hue of the icy and cloudless
sky above was abnormal.
“Rye,” I said again, and this time, his lids fluttered open, but not without
effort.
“I’m awake,” he said.
I knelt next to him in the snow, swathed now in his cloak as well as mine
since the need to stay warm was not an issue for him. Still, combined, the
garments were not enough to fend off the freezing west winds that zipped
through the dense forest we’d been navigating on horseback.
I tried not to shiver. I didn’t want Rye to know I was struggling. Not
when the more immediate issue at hand was his rapid descent into this…
state.
“We can’t stay here,” I said, even though making camp for the night was
exactly what I wished we could do. Especially since the darkness had begun
to ease in from the corners of the forest, tinting the horizon molten even
while flurries rushed down from above.
More than that, because we had nothing to make a suitable camp with, I
yearned to find the nearest township or house and to warm myself by a
hearth while I tended to Rye.
Well, while I tried to tend to him.
But Rye and I couldn’t afford for anyone outside of the person we
currently sought to know where we were. Not since the Emerald City, the
imperial capital of Oz, had been overtaken by the army of a foreign enemy
—Princess Langwidere, ruler of the neighboring Kingdom of Ev.
While it was unlikely that her forces had yet moved this far out from the
Emerald City, which stood at the center of Oz’s four territories, I had no
doubt she’d dispatched spies and trackers to hunt us down. She had to
suspect we’d escaped, especially after her failed attempt to take my head.
The carnage. It had all transpired two—now nearly three—days ago.
Rye and I crossed into Winkie Country, Oz’s western quadrant, only just
today. We were headed in the direction of The Woodsman’s domain, King
Nickletin’s castle, formerly the stronghold of the slain Wicked Witch of the
West.
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