The Sleeping Prince

By Donna Whelan and Jenny Viney

This is a story about courage and resilience. Sophie must help two sprites in their mission to save the prince of Mirror World. Meanwhile, she must cope with the trauma of a sick brother. In the real world and in Mirror World, bravery and generosity are needed. Can Sophie meet the challenge?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris AU
• Release date: Dec 1, 2014
• ISBN: 9781499033922

Donna Whelan

Donna Whelan is a retired teacher who has always loved books and reading, as well as writing her own stories and poems. She lives in Melbourne, Australia, a part of a large and loving family.

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The Sleeping Prince

Donna Whelan

Illustrations by Jenny Viney

Copyright © 2014 by Donna Whelan

ISBN:      Softcover      978-1-4990-3401-1

                EBook           978-1-4990-3392-2

All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system, without permission in writing from the copyright owner.

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to any actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

Rev. date: 11/30/2014

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For Sophie

For Lila

For Betty

For Helen

For Bernice

For Cuddles

Darkness feels hollow. Things echo and creak. Shapes threaten. The wardrobe open a crack makes the heartbeat quicken. Is someone lurking inside? Blackness that is so black your eyes can’t get used to it. I have always been afraid of the dark. Turn the light on, please! Let day break and the sun rise. Let me see the faces I love.

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Sophie sat gazing into her bedroom mirror, her cheek resting on her hand. Her reflection showed a serious face and faraway, blue eyes, but she really wasn’t staring at herself. She had been sitting like this for half an hour or more, trying to allow what her parents had told her to sink in. So far, the words refused to make any sense to her.

Her bedroom still looked the same. All her familiar books and toys were in their usual places, and her grandmother’s old dressing table with her collection of china shoes was in front of the big, oval mirror. In this room, the world could be contained. But outside her door was a new world, with two