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Princess Academy

by Shannon Hale

Author: Shannon Hale

Comics & Graphic Novels » Graphic Novels


Language: English

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Miri lives on a mountain where, for generations, her ancestors have quarried stone and lived a simple life. Then word comes that the king's priests have divined her small village the home of the future princess. In a year's time, the prince himself will come and choose his bride from among the girls of the village. The king's ministers set up an academy on the mountain, and every teenage girl must attend and learn how to become a princess.

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... 177 Chapter ChapterFifteen Look no farther than your hand Make a choice and take a stand In a mountain summer, the world savored each day. Dawn came early, inviting waking up slowly and stretching and looking forward to everything. Olana noticed the class's attention straying to the window, so she held more and more class time out of doors. The girls spent weeks learning the dances for the ball, twirling, skipping, and sliding under the sun. The hard blue of the sky appeared to arch above their heads a mere arm's length away. Sometimes Miri reached and jumped and fancied she nearly brushed its smooth, curved shell. Miri had never felt like this, light enough to float into the clouds. Even Katar's jabs and Bena's and Liana's turned backs did not hurt so much-Doter's story dr...

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the mountain's only crop, her village's one means of livelihood. Over centuries, whenever one quarry ran out of linder, the villagers dug a new one, moving the village of Mount Eskel into the old quarry. Each of the mountain's quarries had produced slight variations on the brilliant white stone. They had mined linder marbled with pale veins of pink, blue, green, and now silver. Miri tethered the goats to a twisted tree, sat on the shorn grass, and plucked one of the tiny pink flowers that bloomed out of cracks in the rocks. A miri flower. The linder of the current quarry had been uncovered the day she was born, and her father had wanted to name her after the stone. "This bed of linder is the most beautiful yet," he had told her mother,

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