Taliaschild

By Anastasia Vitsky

Six years after the mysterious talisman brought Queen Vina to Talia, it chooses a new owner in Sonna, a child of the streets. Unprotected by her amputee father and beaten by her mother for failing to bring home scraps for the family to eat, Sonna runs into the self-assured Kira, daughter and heir to Vina’s queendom.

Weary of endless rules and duties involved in training to become the future queen, Kira leaps at the chance to escape with a new friend. When she places the priceless talisman around Sonna’s neck, neither can remove the jewelry.

Alarmed at Kira losing the talisman’s protection, Vina and Talia take drastic steps to protect the princess. In the process, the entire earth descends into chaos.

Five years later, nineteen-year-old Sonna forages for two-day-old fish heads while dodging street pimps. The talisman leads her to the mysterious Nicodemus, who offers one command:

“Go to Kira. She needs you.”

Baffled, Sonna embarks on her journey. What can a pauper offer a spoiled princess? Will the street child end up surprising them all?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Decadent Publishing
• Release date: Aug 18, 2015
• ISBN: 9781613338933

Anastasia Vitsky

Anastasia Vitsky is a naughty girl with a wicked sense of humor. She writes F/F spanking stories because she loves a story with a good female disciplinarian. She strives to write stories that speak to our everyday lives now versus the fantasies no one can hope to achieve.

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Taliaschild

Copyright  2015 by Anastasia Vitsky

ISBN: 978-1-61333-893-3

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A Note from Anastasia

I never meant to write a sequel to Taliasman. When I finished the book, I had told everything we needed to know about stubborn Talia and righteous Vina. To my surprise, however, requests came pouring in for a second story. What was the history of the talisman? What happened after Talia returned to the palace?

When I received The Snow Queen as my second fairy tale, I cheered. I love The Snow Queen, I love Frozen, and I love Disney’s re-imagining of a boy and a girl as two sisters. My biggest challenge was Gerda and Kai’s youth in the original story. I wanted to tell a romance of two new adults, but I also wanted the tender innocence of children meeting and falling in love. I settled for a flashback structure that allowed me to do both.

Crown Princess Kira, so sweet and earnest in Taliasman, had become spoiled since we last saw her. Unlike childhood Vina who had been trained in utmost self-sacrifice and self-discipline, Kira pushed everyone’s buttons and refused to take her duties seriously. In contrast, Sonna’s hardscrabble childhood made Talia’s home look idyllic.

I meant to write Vina and Talia’s responses to this new pairing, but Kira and Sonna decided otherwise. They took me on a wonderful journey of self-discovery and learning to stick up for themselves, and I felt quite proud of them by the end. I also loved seeing how much Talia had grown since we last saw her.

The only one unhappy was Merda, who has been tugging at my sleeve for a story of her own. She is misunderstood, she tells me. Could there be a third Talia story to do justice to this most unfortunate of villains? Only time will tell.

Thank you for reading, and please feel free to let me know how you liked the book.

Anastasia Vitsky

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Six years after the mysterious talisman brought Queen Vina to Talia, it chooses a new owner in Sonna, a child of the streets. Unprotected by her amputee father and beaten by her mother for failing to bring home scraps for the family to eat, Sonna runs into the self-assured Kira, daughter and heir to Vina’s queendom.

Weary of endless rules and duties involved in training to become the future queen, Kira leaps at the chance to escape with a new friend. When she places the priceless talisman around Sonna’s neck, neither can remove the jewelry.

Alarmed at Kira losing the talisman’s protection, Vina and Talia take drastic steps to protect the princess. In the process, the entire earth descends into chaos.

Five years later, nineteen-year-old Sonna forages for two-day-old fish heads while dodging street pimps. The talisman leads her to the mysterious Nicodemus, who offers one command:

Go to Kira. She needs you.

Baffled, Sonna embarks on her journey. What can a pauper offer a spoiled princess? Will the street child end up surprising them all?

Dedication

For the Miscreants who wanted another Talia story

Taliaschild

By

Anastasia Vitsky

Prologue

Come again, come once more

unfurl your tender buds

come, my precious one

barricaded inside your thorns

climb to claim your birthright

unchallenged

sheltered against the blazing sun

hard and proud

bending to no one

Talia was the pretty one.

The spindly trunk of the rosebush strains under the weight of the single bud. I send it strength as I cup my hand and lift in a backward arc. Grabbing power from the earth and drawing it through my fingers to the tip of my cocked thumb, I stagger before releasing energy onto the baby growth. My cloak shifts against my shoulders.

When we were children and lived next door to each other, Talia toddled after her father. She ducked behind buildings and stole electricity for his chainsaw. The authorities knew her crimes, but the dimpled smile softened their hearts as she carried tools too big for her.

"Talia, I said, when she struggled to wedge a power cord into a port, let’s play. I held out my battered corncob swathed in a gray rag from my mother’s stash. You can have Bébé."

She tripped in earnestness to carry herself as the construction workers did. Not now. I have to set the corner by tonight. Barely tall enough to carry the chainsaw, she rounded her shoulders and spoke deep from her insides.

The glowing green calyx hugs the narrow-tipped rosebud, each sepal enclosing the promise of blooms to come. I shiver with the effort to draw up pure, iron will from roots underground and earth pulsating with life. The bud glistens with dewdrops, and I tilt the palm of my hand. My elbow rises in an elastic tug-of-war with the élan teeming underneath my feet.

Cartilage pops in the wrinkled joint of my thumb, and a backlash of channeled energy knocks me onto the ground. The rose withers in the hot summer sun, and I grit my teeth. Collecting the edges of my traveling cloak, I thrust my hand toward the plant