The Summer Prince
By Carol Oates
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sixteenth birthday, Niamh sneaks out to attend the festival of Beltaine.
Not long into the celebration she encounters a mysterious young man.
When Niamh has to choose between running deeper into a dark forest with a
supernatural creature that shouldn't exist or facing an unknown threat
chasing her, Niamh discovers she will have to rethink everything she
knows about the Fae.
Carol Oates
Carol Oates has never been one to remain still for long. After her parents’ mad dash to the hospital through the empty city streets of Dublin, Ireland, Carol made her debut into the world in the early hours of Christmas morning. Since then her pace has not slowed down in the least.Carol was introduced to the world of supernatural books when, as a child, her family moved to a coastal suburb of Dublin known as Clontarf, famous as the birthplace of Bram Stoker, the prolific author responsible for breathing life into the legendary story Dracula. This stirred in Carol an early passion for reading about all things supernatural. Combine that passion with a deep interest in the history and folklore of Ireland, as well as an active and vivid imagination, and Carol Oates the author was born. Carol’s love of writing about anything not entirely “human” emerged, and the premise for her debut novel, Shades of Atlantis, was born.
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The Summer Prince, Copyright © 2011 by Carol Oates
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First published by OmnificPublishing as part of the anthology Summer Lovin’ Breeze, July 2011
Published by Omnific Publishing, February 2012
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The characters and events in this book are fictitious. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is coincidental and not intended by the author.
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ISBN: 978-1-936305-22-3
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The Summer Prince
by Carol Oates
BONFIRES CAST THE SURROUNDING area in translucent gold and amber shadow. Flickers of red hot cinder quivered into the blackness of the sky before vanishing in the distance. I swayed with the music of the fiddles and heat radiating from the pockets of festival-goers huddled in conversation.
I shouldn’t be here.
I knew at any moment one of my neighbors, or maybe one the elders skirting the bonfire areas, would recognize me. The Beltaine celebration in my tiny Irish village was strictly for those over sixteen, and so I desperately attempted to fade into the background near one of the hawthorn bushes that made up the boundary of this supposedly sacred place.
I felt ridiculous with stained lips and pink cheeks and the fancy-tied sandals Sally made me wear. They didn’t make me look older at all. The parchment-light leather did nothing to protect my feet from the muddy field, and I was still a short, waif-like fifteen-year-old with milky skin, reddish hair, and a cowlick that refused to cooperate no matter what I did. Now I was all this, but with sticky lips and aching feet too.
I felt his eyes on me from clear across the field, the boy, the one with the raven hair and piercing stare that made it hard to breathe. I tried not to look back but failed miserably. He had skin the color of the palest gold, almost luminescent in the warm rainbow of dancing light. His plump lips were a deep pink and perfectly shaped. His shoulders were wide and strong under his dark shirt. Even from where I stood, I could tell he had to be at least a head taller than me, probably more.
I didn’t know him, but I didn’t know a lot of the people here. During the festival of Beltaine, the village was flooded with strangers from the surrounding towns. Summer began the first of May, and they came on the last day of spring to watch us hide our children from the aos sí and light bonfires to purify the land. Children used to gather nettles from the woods until some went missing, captured by the women of the fair folk who were unable to have children of their own—or so we were told in captivated groups around hearths on the nights leading up to the festival.
I held my breath; the air around me was heavy, laden with the aroma of burning wood. My cheeks began to heat, but each time I tried to turn my gaze away, I felt a tightening in my chest, as if someone had drawn ribbons around my insides. When I struggled, the binds tightened. He made no effort to approach—he simply watched and waited. An unfamiliar shiver rushed over my skin when the quick, hollow thumping and clicking of the bouran drum erupted, signaling the time for dancing. More fiddles joined in and then flutes. The ground quaked as couples pounded the earth in jigs and reels, encouraged by the