Green Girl

By Pen Clements

'Green Girl' is Rapunzel retold as a short, post-apocalyptic fairy tale.

Anabella's tragedy is that every drop of her green blood commands a fortune. Imprisoned in a ruined tower and surrounded by a desolate land, she longs for freedom. Anabella's blessing is a man with azure wings who shows her how to turn suffering into hope.

(Previously published as 'Azure Wings')

• Language: English
• Publisher: Pen Clements
• Release date: Mar 3, 2013
• ISBN: 9781301119301

Pen Clements

I write fantasy, often with a nod to folk and fairy tales, myths and legends. I trained in anthropology and I work in the environmental field, so some of that creeps in too. And sometimes I write YA and sometimes I don't. I grew up in Africa, Malaysia and England but I now live in the tropical north of Australia. The Great Barrier Reef lies just offshore and world heritage rainforests are on my doorstep. I love exploring it all with my family, especially in our little wooden sailing boat.

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GREEN GIRL

by

Pen Clements

PUBLISHED BY: Coral Sea Press

Green Girl

Copyright © 2012 by Pen Clements

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Green Girl

I sang while I walked through my forest. Branches dripped with fruit and flowers and scarlet petals floated to the mossy ground. I was almost happy. If Godmother was listening, she might even have been fooled. I stopped when I reached the special place and stood like a stone, listening. Silence. No wind ever moved through these trees or caused the leaves to rustle. I pushed into the undergrowth, worming my way through tangled vines and into a green cave hidden by hanging ferns. Godmother would never find this place. Must never find it.

The ventilation shaft lay half buried behind a red cedar tree, covered by a metal plate as old and rusty as the tree’s bark. I lifted it to one side, slid into the shaft