Rose, Awake: A Futuristic Romance Retelling of Sleeping Beauty (Short Story): Foxwept Array, #0

By A.W. Cross

Every rose has its thorns.

After years in hiding, Princess Rose is finally going home. Her entire life she's waited to return to her parents, her subjects, to the life that was taken from her. But when she arrives at the castle she was exiled from as a child, she discovers that nothing is as she believed--including her own existence.

Has Rose been living a fairy tale? Or a curse?

Rose, Awake is a standalone futuristic romance retelling of Sleeping Beauty and also a short story introduction to the Foxwept Array series—where the future is a fairy tale.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Glory Box Press
• Release date: Jan 9, 2019
• ISBN: 9781775178798

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Rose, Awake

Copyright © 2018 by Glory Box Press

Published by Glory Box Press

British Columbia, Canada.

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First edition, 2019

ISBN 978-1-7751787-9-8

Cover design by Danielle Fine

Interior design and formatting by Glory Box Press 

Editing by Danielle Fine

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

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Bright red blood welled from her fingertip and smeared over the delicate petals, marring their perfect ivory.

Damn, Rose muttered and stuck her finger in her mouth.

Every time. That’s why they sent you away. You’d have pricked yourself the minute anyone’s back was turned.

And after she’d been particularly careful to keep away from the wicked thorns. Happy birthday to me.

The fairies had shooed her out of the house early that morning so they could prepare for her party, making her promise to stay away all day. Rose had done everything she could think of to amuse herself—she’d swum in the crystal-clear lake, rambled through the cool, dark forest, searching for mushrooms and listening to the haunting melody of the birds overhead, and finally, she’d wandered through the meadow thick with wildflowers to fill her basket with her favorite roses, the same ghost-white as her hair.

Well, now they were white and red. But Rose could be forgiven for being distracted. If today was a big day for her, tomorrow would be even bigger. Tomorrow, she