The Cornish Princess

2,Long before there was a Winter King, there was a Summer Queen-Gwendolyn of Cornwall, a fierce warrior princess who raised an army to unite a nation.If you love British lore, and you ever longed to dive headlong into its spirit...If you ever hoped to meet the tribe of the gods who ruled Ireland and indelibly left their mark upon the British Isles...If you're ready to embark on a magical journey into the beginnings of Celtic Lore...If you can find it in yourself to trust me as your storyteller and leave all your expectations behind... join me for a rollercoaster ride through history.Said to be a changeling child left to the King and Queen of Cornwall, Gwendolyn is blessed at her cradle by three Fae gifts: a prophecy for her future, a gift of Reflection, and a golden mane-quite literally, every lock of her hair will turn to gold, only provided it is cut by her one true love.Yet no one understands more than Gwendolyn that her blessings are actually curses. Any man who gazes upon her will see his own heart reflected in her countenance, and depending upon his virtue, she is the loveliest woman in all the land... or the most hideous. It's a cruel jest of the capricious Fae, for unless a man's heart be true, Gwendolyn is destined to be coveted for her crown, but despised for her face.To make matters worse, Gwendolyn's ailing father is desperate for an alliance with King Brutus of Loegria. The Romans are coming! and according to the Goldenchild Prophecy, only by uniting their dragon banners can they stem the Red Tide. Offered to Brutus's ambitious son, Prince Locrinus, Gwendolyn's heart is tempted by a mysterious, maddening half-blood Fae who she can never wed if she is to fulfill her crib side prophecy.Part 1 of an exciting, new fantasy trilogy.The Cornish Princess is not simply a romantic fantasy. There is nothing simple about it. The characters are complex and do not divulge their thoughts or purpose easily. Crosby has created a balanced, multifaceted genre, one where history's battle cry is tangible while fingers of fable and fantasy pull and tug the unwary. - Whiskey & Wit Book Reviews