Two Monarchies Sequence

'If you want adventure, you have to march right up to it and kick it in the shins...'At fourteen, barefoot and running wild, Rose is delighted to be apprenticed to Akiva, the witch of the forest. She thinks it will be all enchantment and excitement, and not so much fuss about baths. The reality is much more sober and practical--that is, until she meets a mysterious wolf in the forest and is tricked into stepping off the path...In young, naive Rose, Bastian sees a way of escape. Cursed to remain in the shape of a wolf after running afoul of a powerful enchantress, he has lived many decades under a spell, and now he is both desperate and ruthless. But by breaking part of Bastian's curse, Rose has caught the attention of Cassandra, the enchantress who cursed him: and Cassandra is by no means ready to forgive and forget.Meanwhile, wardens have been disappearing from the forest, one by one. Rose is certain that Cassandra is behind the disappearances, but can she and Bastian get to the bottom of the matter before Akiva disappears as well? And are Bastian's motives entirely to be trusted?Sometimes the girl in the red hood doesn't get eaten, and sometimes the wolf isn't the most frightening thing in the forest... W.R. Gingell is a Tasmanian author of urban fantasy, fairy-tale retellings, and madcap science fiction who doesn't seem to be able to write a book without a body suddenly turning up. She solemnly swears that all such bodies are strictly fictional in nature. W.R. spends her time reading, drinking a truly ridiculous amount of tea, and slouching in front of the fire to write. Like Peter Pan, she never really grew up, and is still occasionally to be found climbing trees.

Bad luck is the least of their worries…Annabel has never wanted a cat. She certainly didn't want a secretive, sarcastic black cat who takes over her pillow and makes remarks that no one else ever seems to hear. Despite that, Blackfoot manages to slink into her life like a small, furry shadow.Now Annabel and her friend Peter are being over-run by cats. More and more arrive each day, turning up at the old castle ruins where Annabel and Peter spend most of their time. And some of those cats aren't as…friendly…as Blackfoot.When someone tries to kill Annabel and a spell goes very badly wrong, they find themselves trapped in the castle ruins, which are now growing back at an alarming rate. Even more alarming is the fact that the person who tried to kill Annabel is rapidly gaining control over the magical ruins.Worst of all, Blackfoot knows more than he's telling, and what he's not telling could be enough to get them all killed. W.R. Gingell is a Tasmanian author of urban fantasy, fairy-tale retellings, and madcap science fiction who doesn't seem to be able to write a book without a body suddenly turning up. She solemnly swears that all such bodies are strictly fictional in nature. W.R. spends her time reading, drinking a truly ridiculous amount of tea, and slouching in front of the fire to write. Like Peter Pan, she never really grew up, and is still occasionally to be found climbing trees. The Two Monarchies--where you'll meet with confused fairytales, time travel, and dragons in hats...

Three years have passed since Annabel defeated Mordion in the Royal Castle and became the Queen Heir of New Civet. That's a good thing, since the Castle spat her out three years into the past.Three years of statecraft, politics, and meeting important people are over. Now, before she is officially acknowledged as the Queen Heir, Annabel will face her biggest challenge: Trenthams Finishing School for Young Ladies.To win her Staff and Crown, Annabel had to deal with a deadly foe, a slightly self-aware castle, and a more-than-slightly-potty wizard. Now she will contend with corsets, diets, and sharp-tongued socialites; not to mention the Old Parrasian revolution that seems to be brewing in the bowels of the school itself.In fact, Trenthams might be even more dangerous and cryptic than the Royal Castle. It's a good thing Annabel has the staff, her cat, and her trusty advisor, Isabella… W.R. Gingell is a Tasmanian author of urban fantasy, fairy-tale retellings, and madcap science fiction who doesn't seem to be able to write a book without a body suddenly turning up. She solemnly swears that all such bodies are strictly fictional in nature. W.R. spends her time reading, drinking a truly ridiculous amount of tea, and slouching in front of the fire to write. Like Peter Pan, she never really grew up, and is still occasionally to be found climbing trees. The Two Monarchies--where you'll meet with confused fairytales, time travel, and dragons in hats...

Peter has lived most of his life in the assurance of two comfortable convictions. One, that he is always the cleverest person in the room; and two, that when it comes to magic, he does not make mistakes.His ability to make-or keep!-friends has been less assured, and despite the fact that Peter enters the University of Mechanics as the youngest student in all of his classes, the disquieting conclusion that he might not always be the cleverest person in the room slowly begins to creep over him.When he tries to impress his classmate, Miss Stoneflange, with his latest time-altering device, things go disastrously wrong.Now, Peter has a new conviction: namely, that whenever Miss Stoneflange is involved, something will inevitably go wrong. Worse, it doesn't seem possible for him to stop making mistakes around her.Peter will need to decide who is the biggest threat to the timely continuation of the Two Monarchies: Miss Stoneflange and her ability to set things wrong, or himself and his own rash determination to be always right… W.R. Gingell is a Tasmanian author of urban fantasy, fairy-tale retellings, and madcap science fiction who doesn't seem to be able to write a book without a body suddenly turning up. She solemnly swears that all such bodies are strictly fictional in nature. W.R. spends her time reading, drinking a truly ridiculous amount of tea, and slouching in front of the fire to write. Like Peter Pan, she never really grew up, and is still occasionally to be found climbing trees. The Two Monarchies--where you'll meet with confused fairytales, time travel, and dragons in hats...

Old maids! Murder! Masked Beast Lords!Lady Isabella Farrah didn't expect a proposal from a masked man at the Annual Ambassadorial Ball-nor did she expect a murder.She got both.Happily for society at large, Isabella is of the opinion that noses were made for sticking into other peoples' business, and she is delighted to do just that in the service of the murdered man-and perhaps in service of a certain Beast Lord, who is not as grateful as Isabella thinks he ought to be.Now it's just a matter of finding a murderer in a society of malcontents, traitors, and bad dancers.It's a game of masks, and the Beast Lord isn't the only person hiding behind one… W.R. Gingell is a Tasmanian author of urban fantasy, fairy-tale retellings, and madcap science fiction who doesn't seem to be able to write a book without a body suddenly turning up. She solemnly swears that all such bodies are strictly fictional in nature. W.R. spends her time reading, drinking a truly ridiculous amount of tea, and slouching in front of the fire to write. Like Peter Pan, she never really grew up, and is still occasionally to be found climbing trees. The Two Monarchies--where you'll meet with confused fairytales, time travel, and dragons in hats...

A groom with a beard of blue, a bride in lace of gold, and a house running red with blood…Returning to Glause from a diplomatic mission with her own personal cohort of Horselords, Susan Farrah is looking forward to a hot meal and a good night's sleep at the closest inn. Once ensconced in her room, however, what she finds is a frightened young woman in golden lace hiding in her wardrobe. The next morning, Susan learns that her late-night visitor was a new bride, passing through the town on her way to the castle on the hill-the latest in a long line of castle brides, and the only one still alive. No one seems to know if the house itself is consuming bride after bride, or if the groom is marrying and then murdering his brides for reasons of his own.Obviously, someone needs to do something-and luckily, the castle has an opening for a maid. All Susan needs to do is stash her favourite Glausian Horselord in the pantry for a few nights to watch her back while she solves the mystery, and avoid any unnecessary household drama… W.R. Gingell is a Tasmanian author of urban fantasy, fairy-tale retellings, and madcap science fiction who doesn't seem to be able to write a book without a body suddenly turning up. She solemnly swears that all such bodies are strictly fictional in nature. W.R. spends her time reading, drinking a truly ridiculous amount of tea, and slouching in front of the fire to write. Like Peter Pan, she never really grew up, and is still occasionally to be found climbing trees.