Mischief of a Faerie: Wild Sherwood

By Edie Roones and M.A. Lee

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When his sister names a bearded giant as her newborn's father, Arthur storms off to force Little John to support them.

Will a Faerie help a forest poacher defeat a man taller and stronger than he is?

Arthur's sister names a bearded giant as her newborn's father. The only bearded giant that the young poacher knows is the outlaw Little John. Arthur storms off, resolved to force John to support his child.

He can't shame an outlaw into honor. He can't force a man taller and stronger than he is to shoulder his responsibilities.

Will the Faerie Iofrin's mischief lead to the answer?

. ~ . ~ . ~ .

Lovers of fantasy and the Robin Hood legends, Edie Roones and M.A. Lee enjoy fusing the stories of the medieval English outlaws with the dangerous faeries of British myth.

The sixth story in the Wild Sherwood series is "A Twist of Faerie Magic". The first five stories in the series appear in the anthology Into Wild Sherwood, available now.

Watch for more stories about the Outlaws of Wild Sherwood, men driven to crime to fight evil and corruption: Alan-a-Dale, "A Faerie Song for a Feast"; Arthur à Bland, "Mischief of a Faerie"; Jack Greenleaf, "The Green Man"; and Gilbert Whitehand, "The Prize of a Golden Arrow." Novellas with Robin Hood, Will Scarlet, Little John, and Much the Miller's Son will follow.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Writers Ink Books
• Release date: Aug 10, 2022
• ISBN: 9798986345697

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Mischief of a Faerie

An Outlaws of Wild Sherwood Story

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Edie Roones and M.A. Lee

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Mischief of a Faerie

An Outlaws of Wild Sherwood Story

Mischief of a Faerie

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Titles by Edie Roones

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Mischief of a Faerie

Arthur laid the brace of hares on the work board beside the carrots his ma chopped.

She startled then dropped her knife and whirled. Arthur! You’re back! She grabbed his much-higher shoulders and tiptoed to brush a kiss at his reddish beard. You’ve avoided us for over a fortnight! How long will you stay?

Just for a bit this afternoon.

He didn’t explain his absence. No need for Ma to know about the sprain that laid him up for days.

She grazed a hand over the hare, ruffing up the soft fur. You brought us supper!

Anyone asks, he reminded, be sure to tell them these are conies, not hares. I don’t want the forest rangers looking for me.

In the dim light of the hearth fire, he studied her face. She had hollows in her cheeks and dark shadows under her eyes. Her neck looked narrow and long. Not even that tatty shawl hid her thin frame. She needed fattening up, his ma did. The winter was half over, and she looked thinner than last month. She would be bones by May Day. Like as not, she gave most of her food to his sister or his granda, claiming they needed it more than she did. He needed to bring them meat more often.

Gil Whitehand had provided