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The Hunt of the Unicorn
The Hunt of the Unicorn
The Hunt of the Unicorn
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He would be king one day, and called as king to be wise for his people. But wisdom—and kindness—no longer come to him.

Brychan, princess in a corner of a Wales that never was, requires a unicorn's horn to mend what is broken within him.

The ancient fables speak of unicorn miracles, but if she finds the magical beast of fable, will the powers of his horn prove to be living truth? Or lying legend?


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J.M. Ney-Grimm lives with her husband and children in Virginia, just east of the Blue Ridge Mountains. She's learning about permaculture gardening and debunking popular myths about food. The rest of the time she reads Robin McKinley, Diana Wynne Jones, and Lois McMaster Bujold, plays boardgames like Settlers of Catan, rears her twins, and writes stories set in her troll-infested North-lands. Look for her novels and novellas at your favorite bookstore—online or on Main Street.

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Release dateJan 8, 2020
ISBN9781393345596
The Hunt of the Unicorn
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J.M. Ney-Grimm

J.M. Ney-Grimm lives with her husband and children in Virginia, just east of the Blue Ridge Mountains. She's learning about permaculture gardening and debunking popular myths about food. The rest of the time she reads Robin McKinley, Diana Wynne Jones, and Lois McMaster Bujold, plays boardgames like Settlers of Catan, rears her twins, and writes stories set in her troll-infested North-lands. Look for her novels and novellas at your favorite bookstore—online or on Main Street.

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    The Hunt of the Unicorn - J.M. Ney-Grimm

    The Hunt of the Unicorn

    ~ A MYTHIC TALE ~

    by J.M. Ney-Grimm

    Copyright © 2019 J.M. Ney-Grimm

    Cover art:

    Unicorn by Maerten de Vos

    Table of Contents

    King’s Daughter

    The Unicorn Unfledged

    The Unicorn Black

    Brychan’s Succor

    Author Bio

    More Titles by J.M. Ney-Grimm

    For Alex,

    whose call for unicorn stories

    inspired this one

    The Hunt of the Unicorn

    King’s Daughter

    The princess, Brychan fee Llion, sat before the candlelit mirror of her dressing table, brushing her tangled, black curls, and worrying about her brother.

    He would be king one day, Geraint mab Llion. He would be king, and called to be wise for his people. But would he be wise?

    Once she would have answered ‘yes’ unhesitatingly.

    Now . . . she felt sure of nothing.

    She hauled her brush through another thicket of snarls, wincing at the sharp pull on her scalp, and pretending that she did not wince at memory. There were too many memories to wince at. Months of them. A year?

    Just today, she’d stood in the gallery, looking down through one of its archways to the inner court where the stairs debouched, the space well-lit by the summer sun through its high clerestory windows. Her black-headed older brother had emerged from behind one of the pillars.

    He was tall and well-made, his muscles lean and strong—not bulky, but he did well enough in the joust. She scarcely noticed such concerns any more. His face bore an expression of mockery, once uncharacteristic of him, now all too common. He glanced around him, left, right, over his shoulder.

    Brychan drew back behind the gallery pillar next to the balustrade where she leaned.

    He glanced up. Saw no one.

    On cat feet, he padded across the court, bent to retrieve something from the floor beside the stairs, then departed through an archway below the head of the stairs. Or, Brychan had thought he’d departed.

    She’d continued toward the chapel, where she intended to refresh the flowers adorning the baptismal font. And then, halfway there, a sudden qualm halted her.

    She’d gone rushing back, just too late, arriving just when old Lady Tegan fee Gwern, wobbling down the stairs and leaning heavily on her walking stick, stepped from the last tread to the floor.

    A wild jingling rang out, the old lady’s foot shot forward, and the old lady fell with a cracking thud, her hips slamming onto the bottom step, her head striking a higher one. A child’s plaything, a lattice ball carved of wood, with a bell caged inside it, rolled away.

    Brychan had near flown down the stairs, and still her brother had arrived before her. He was all solicitude, summoning bondsmen, murmuring concern, and insisting that Lady Tegan be conveyed to his own rooms, which were nearer than any others, but Brychan could sense that he was laughing beneath his parade of care.

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