The Grim Adventure (Fern's School for Wayward Fae, Band 2) - Hardcover

Buch 2 von 4: Fern's School for Wayward Fae

Forgettable, Fern

 
9780593810507: The Grim Adventure (Fern's School for Wayward Fae, Band 2)
Hardcover
ISBN 10: 0593810503 ISBN 13: 9780593810507
Verlag: Random House Books for Young Readers, 2025

Inhaltsangabe

NEW YORK TIMES BESTSELLING SERIES • Return to Fern’s School for Wayward Fae—where students are part human and part magical. In book 2, one demifae girl discovers that Death itself has Fern's students in sight. . . .

A girl who's trapped in another realm. Her school, full of the peculiarly magical. And a hunt for Death itself. . . .

The month leading up to one’s thirteenth birthday can be exciting, but rarely does that thrill come in the form of a perilous chase. Nearly thirteen-year-old Rosemary Thorpe is on the run from a wicked statue come-to-life as she fights to discover what’s happening with the fae courts. She can see the future . . . and right now, it’s looking grim.

Out of nowhere, legions of mushrooms threaten to overwhelm Fern's School for Wayward Fae. Someone tries to drown all the plants in the greenhouse. And as Rosemary searches for answers, it becomes clearer that something sinister is after the students and their curious gifts . . . and it’s closer than she might think.

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Fern Forgettable—if that is her real name—is a fairy of mystery. Fern insists the School for Wayward Fae, a place for students who are part human, and part other, is named after her, but that, like many things she says, is not quite the truth. Don’t let her sparkly wings and fiery red hair fool you into thinking she’s good, for things are rarely as simple as “good” and “bad” when it comes to the fae.  

Piper CJ has an M.A. in Folklore and a B.A. in Broadcasting. She is the author of the USA Today bestselling adult fantasy series The Night and Its Moon, and a member of the LGBTQIA+ community. When she isn’t making TikToks for her 1 million plus followers, she’s ‌studying fairytales and creating worlds.

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1

Remember Me?

The hardest part of going for a run is putting on your shoes.

The hardest part of running away from the Seelie Keeper, however, is probably his magical powers and enormous wings. In the human realm, keeper often refers to someone who prevents a ball from entering the net in sports. In the fae realm, the Keeper is a ruler, a judge, and a rather grumpy know-it-all with very strong opin-ions about the world and everyone in it. The fae Keeper also just happens to be my father.

You can call me Fern, and though I’m the one speaking, this is not my story.

If it were, I might tell you that I was born with red hair and beautiful, sparkling wings. I might tell you that I was happy for years and years, eating sweet pies and drinking grape juice and taking naps in the moss, until I discovered that I have three spectacular talents.

My first gift is the ability to travel. If I close my eyes and think of a destination, I open them, and I’m there! How marvelous, right? It was quite useful when my parents would hide the cookies on the topmost shelves. My mother and father had no idea why the jars of sweets would go missing no matter where they hid them.

My second power is the rather useful ability to find things. I can uncover a single sock if I’ve misplaced its partner, I can locate freshwater streams in the middle of the desert, and I can find demifae children--boys and girls and kids of all sorts with one parent who is human and one who is fae--caught in the cracks between worlds.

My third power is the ability to drink a gallon of milk in thirty seconds. That one might not be as useful.

One gift I don’t have is the chance to see whether I will perish or squish or vanish off the face of the earth, or if I will live to see another day. That particular gift is owned by the very bright, and deeply in trouble, Rosemary Thorpe. She hasn’t done anything wrong, you see, but she’s certainly ended up somewhere she does not belong.

And that brings us to a burbling fountain, a mossy floor, an indoor patch of wild-flowers, a twisted vine that takes orders from its master, a talking statue, a jew-eled throne, and my very angry father as he towers over Rosemary, demanding to know how she found her way through the Lost Woods.

You see, my father--a greedy fairy with unpleasant ideas--wants to be able to go to any realm he wishes. It isn’t enough to be the ruler of the Seelie court, not for him. He believes the worlds should belong to whoever has the most power, and he is quite powerful indeed. As such, the man has quite a few strong opinions about who should rule the human realm, and he would quite like to know how to get there. It’s part of why my father and I can no longer be friends. I have the gift of travel, after all, and it’s the one thing he cannot do. Not without help, anyway.

If Rosemary tells him how to get from one realm to the next, her fretful time in the court will come to an end. He will certainly release her from the horrible vine that’s currently lashed her legs to the stool in the middle of his throne room. He will probably offer her sweets and have the fauns and pixies braid flowers into her hair.

The fate of the realms, however, depends on her ability to keep this secret.

The hardest part of going for a run is putting on your shoes. And lucky for us all, Rosemary Thorpe was already wearing her favorite sneakers when the time came to run.

2

One Way Out

“Fern.” Rosemary choked on the name. Her heart thumped as she looked from one nightmare to the next. She was sandwiched between impossibly magical things, between a talking statue and children with hooves for legs, and every single one of them terrified her.

Rosemary hadn’t seen Fern since the day she’d been ushered into a car by Jeffrey the doctor and Susan the nurse. The odd, freckled fairy had offered her a chance to escape to a school for students like her, and she’d taken it.

Now she thought perhaps she’d made the worst mistake of her life.

Sweat prickled across her forehead as two fairies--father and daughter--boxed her into the throne room. On one side, a man with long blond hair and bright blue eyes scowled at her from his jewel-encrusted throne, demanding her secrets. He blocked the exit she truly needed: the knotted tree with a portal to the Lost Woods that twisted behind him.

On the other side, Fern Forgettable stood in the double-door opening with her arms crossed, glaring at the man she’d called Father. Rosemary struggled to move, but the thick, rope-like vine squeezed her more tightly every time she at-tempted to wiggle.

The redheaded fairy broke her angry stare and turned to Rosemary with a breezy smile. “Hi, peanut.” She waved. “Sorry we had to meet like this.” Then to her fa-ther, Fern said, “How did someone with such terrible manners create a daughter as lovely and friendly as I am? You could learn a thing or two.”

“Of all my daughters, why are you the one who keeps turning up? You’re my greatest disappointment, Fern, and you are not welcome in my court,” the Keeper said with a snarl.

Rosemary was trapped. She was surrounded by the foods she’d been warned not to eat and the goblets she’d been warned not to drink from. Mushrooms of all types--not just the jolly red-and-white-dotted toadstools, but every kind imaginable--pressed in on her from the mossy floor. Rosemary’s mouth was so parched that she was ready to run directly into the gurgling fountain and gulp the well dry, though she wondered if she’d been cursed to feel thirsty simply so that she’d drink the enchanted water. She’d been betrayed. She was going to be a prisoner in the Seelie court forever and ever and ever. Unless . . .

While Fern spoke to her father, Rosemary caught the sight of something small, something sharp, and something very, very important. Just beside the too-beautiful piles of fruit was a tiny knife meant for cutting the food.

As sneakily as she could, Rosemary snatched the little weapon and prepared to cut.

Rosemary’s heart dropped into her stomach. She heard the gasps and murmurs of others in the court as she watched the exchange between Fern and her father. It was at this moment that Rosemary realized this might be her only distraction. She took her paring knife and plunged it into the vine. Though it tightened and recoiled as if it were a living thing, it made no noise, for it was a plant. With all eyes on Fern and the Keeper, no one was watching Rosemary frantically hack at the plant.

Fern spoke again. “You have no business keeping a student here. Let her go.”

He sneered. “That’s not your call to make.”

“That’s right,” Fern agreed, taking a step forward. Rosemary caught her gaze and saw the way the skin tightened around the fairy’s eyes. She’d seen what Rosemary was up to. She lifted her voice, drawing the court’s attention. “It’s not my call to make, nor is it any of yours. The students get to decide on their own where they wish to go. It is not for us to influence their choice. But from where I’m standing, it looks like Rosemary does not want to be one of your spies. Let her go.”

“But why would they choose the humans?” the Keeper demanded. The thick per-fume of flowers rolled off him as if swelling to cover his fury. Rosemary heard his argument, but it was background noise to her task. She successfully cut through one of the wooden cords and did her best to contain her glee as it snapped to the ground. She had begun hacking at the thicker string of wood when the Keeper said,...

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Verlag
Random House Books for Young Readers
Erscheinungsdatum
2025
Sprache
Englisch
ISBN 10 
0593810503
ISBN 13 
9780593810507
Einband
Gebundene Ausgabe
Anzahl der Seiten
288
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