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Seasons of Glass
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  • Paperback
  • Oct.19.2013
  • 9780992657437

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   Bored and restless, Jasper thinks he will never escape the sleepy, desert town of Benton. Little does he know, his life is about to become more exciting than he could ever imagine. Jasper’s wild ride begins one day when an odd little man brings a magic mirror into the antique shop owned by his mother. The mirror’s magic is activated by a sequence of notes Jasper unknowingly strums. The next thing he knows, he’s trapped inside the mirror in a twilight world of glass, as the mirror transports him back to Renaissance England and the chamber of a nobleman’s daughter, Elena Culstone. While Jasper despairs of every being free of the mirror or returning to his own time, he falls in love with the fiery Elena, who believes the young man she glimpses in her mirror is a figment of her imagination.
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   Bored and restless, Jasper thinks he will never escape the sleepy, desert town of Benton. Little does he know, his life is about to become more exciting than he could ever imagine.

Jasper’s wild ride begins one day when an odd little man brings a magic mirror into the antique shop owned by his mother. The mirror’s magic is activated by a sequence of notes Jasper unknowingly strums. The next thing he knows, he’s trapped inside the mirror in a twilight world of glass, as the mirror transports him back to Renaissance England and the chamber of a nobleman’s daughter, Elena Culstone. While Jasper despairs of every being free of the mirror or returning to his own time, he falls in love with the fiery Elena, who believes the young man she glimpses in her mirror is a figment of her imagination.

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Jasper watched the dragonfly in the sunlight and wondered what it was like to fly so free through the world, the world outside the mirror. He tried again to count the days he’d been imprisoned in Guido’s Mirror but stopped, as he always did, too depressed to continue. For endless days the sun crossed the sky and spread rose gild over the tapestries in Elena’s antechamber. Though he hadn’t aged, it seemed like years had passed since the glass had captured him. He was trapped in a strange twilight where logic didn’t seem to apply.

I warned Mother not to buy the mirror from that strange man who came into the shop, but she wouldn’t listen. Her eyes lit with the fire that burns for beautiful rare objects, and I knew there would be no reasoning with her.

The man with the purple fleur-de-lis birthmark on his cheek and clownish jacket came into the shop with the mirror wrapped in black silk. He removed the cloth from the mirror and in a voice that reminded Jasper of running through autumn leaves, said, “Yes, it belonged to the family of Sismondi for generations. I’m not sure how old it is or which master craftsman designed it.”

Mother’s eyes lit up the moment she saw the mirror. Jasper saw their blue fire reflected in the glass. She was so entranced by the teak frame, carved with odd symbols and mythical creatures, and the amethyst colored glass, that she forgot her hard-earned business acumen. Sounding like a child in a candy shop, she said she’d never seen such skilled craftsmanship. The man, who said his name was “just Guido”, smiled a dark sort of smile. “Madam, it is one of a kind and very old. There’s not another like it in the world.” But strangely, he didn’t haggle about the price. He accepted mother’s first offer and quickly departed. After that Jasper was never comfortable in the shop again. He had the creepy feeling the mirror was watching him. Once, when he peered directly at it, which he normally didn’t do because it made him uneasy, the face of a man appeared in the glass. The man had spectacles perched on his nose and was dressed in Renaissance-style clothing. He had a distracted, scholarly air, and he gazed at Jasper with such poignancy it gave him goose bumps. A moment later the man was gone, and only the King Heron Lamp in the shop window was reflected in the glass. He tried to convince himself he’d imagined the man.

Jasper’s reminiscence was interrupted as Elena stormed into her chamber. The sleeve of her velvet gown was torn and her face was flushed. He watched unseen from inside the mirror as she fumed around the chamber. He pressed his ear against the glass and could just make out what she said. It had taken him a while to get accustomed to the English of her time, but now he was used to it.

“He thinks he can handle me as if I were a common strumpet! I don’t care if he is the Baron of Guthstaven and the darling of father’s eye!”

Jasper didn’t know who she was talking about, but he didn’t like him, whoever he was. He pressed his hands against the glass and willed with all his might to pass through and comfort her. But the mirror was as unyielding as the ice that covered Miller’s Sinkhole in winter.

 

 

 

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Seasons of Glass is a story of timeless love and magic to captivate the young at heart.

About Lian

The author is a prize winning poet and graduate of Mills College. She has published two enchanting YA fantasy novels, "Seasons of Glass" Ecanus Publishing, available on Amazon, and "Rose of the Alchemist," coming soon!

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