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31 pages, Kindle Edition
First published July 27, 2011
Sometimes it rests in a sunbeam for a peaceful century or two, but on the whole, history is always plotting, and it bites very hard. It stalks around the world, fickle and dissatisfied and often angry. It demands to be fed just a little earlier each day, until you find yourself carving meat from the bone as fast as you can, faster than you thought possible, just to satisfy it.And with that wonderful imagery already putting me in a pleasant, eager-to-like-it mood, I was ready to be delighted with all of the whimsical notions that populate this story.
One of her dearest and handsomest friends was a sorcerer, and from him she had learned so much magic even her hairpins got up and started living serious-minded lives, writing hairpin-ballads, celebrating hairpin-holidays, and inventing several new schools of philosophy.This is a story about a young girl named Mallow, who lives by herself in a country home in a corner of Fairyland, and has no inclination to marry or engage in Politicks or trade in the market. She tells others:
I shall only engage in commerce if books are the coin. Come to my door if you have a book—and a good one, not just your great-aunt’s book of doily patterns—and I will give you an egg or a cake or a pair of woolen socks. I am a practical girl, and a life is only so long. It should be spent in as much peace and good eating and good reading as possible and no undue excitement. That is all I am after.A book lover! What could go wrong? But Mallow also has a curious streak, and when King Goldmouth issues a proclamation that there will be a World's
["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>“Temptation likes best those who think they have a natural immunity, for it may laugh all the harder when they succumb.”Temptation to make things better can lead you down a dangerous road, and having a pure and practical heart thirsty for knowledge and peace is not always the shield from badness. The big fat cat of History preys on hearts just like this. And you can say all you want: "I do not want to muddle about with Politicks, and whenever two Folk of any sort are in a room together there are always Politicks to be muddled in," but your wishes do not command History. The road to hell is paved with good intentions, they say, and here we get to see the beginnings of this path.

"Mallow was not like the other creatures in Fairyland. She had used her magic to make a pleasant life for herself, where she could be alone as she preferred, and where nothing would disturb or hurt her if she did not want to be disturbed or hurt. This was important to her, for she wished to be safe, and she wished to live in a kind world, which on the best of days Fairyland could only manage for an hour or two before getting bored and playing a trick on a maiden or nine."Billed as a prequel to the Fairyland books, this one should really be read only after the Girl Who Circumnavigated Fairyland to fully appreciate the little Easter Eggs for fans of that book - because, truly, this is what it is. The Green Wind story, Iago the Cat, and "a sweet young Wyvern who confessed with a blush to her spring-green scales that she had, of late, become betrothed to an eligible young Library" will be heartwarming to those already familiar with this world.
'I am a practical girl, and a life is only so long. It should be spent in as much peace and good eating and good reading as possible and no undue excitement. That is all I am after.'And having seen what Mallow's rule ultimately brought Fairyland, you cannot help but wistfully sigh seeing the intentions and the motivations behind what's to come. Sometimes we may love something so much that we want to guard it from all that is evil and love and cherish it - but in good-intentioned overbearing we can suffocate and destroy it. Love and caring does not always will you points with History, and that is what we know is in store for Mallow and Fairyland, once Mallow unexpectedly finds herself in charge of carrying for the land being destroyed by her cruel predecessor.
Poor thing has had troubles in her youth. She only wanted a gentle, slow sort of living from then till forever."
"I have never lost a love and I do not intend to. One can only lose love if one is careless, and I am never careless. You might say, really, that of anything I am best at caring, at paying close attention and minding what I’ve got."If you haven't read the first Fairyland book, you may smile at the sadly optimistic ending. If you have, you will feel a bit of sadness creeping into your heart. And, knowing what's to come, I still can understand Mallow way too well - because a practical and kind girl has to protect those she's responsible for. Too bad the good intentions do not work out.
The girl who would find herself, against long odds, Queen before dinnertime stood up and looked at her new friends, at her darling Leopard, at the glittering needle in her hand. Then she looked to the empty, hollowed-out city.-----------------------------------
“Well,” Mallow said, feeling a wave of powerful practicality break on her heart. “We’ve got a lot of work to do.”

Once upon a time, a girl named Mallow grew very tired indeed of her little country house, where she grew the same enormous luckfigs and love-plantains every summer, slept on the same talking bed, and studied the same tame and amiable magic. Her friends would visit her from time to time, for she lived on the shores of a whiskey lake where trifle-trees hung heavy with raisin and soursop tarts, but they had their own quite thrilling lives, and Mallow did not insist that they stay just to make her happy.
“Listen,” Mallow interrupted. “I haven’t any interest in following you to a stash of gold in the hills or dancing at a Fairy ball or answering riddles or meeting any eligible Fairy dukes who have a castle just on the other side of a curtain of mist—no. I am a magician—mostly—and I am on my way to the Foul like everyone else. Don’t try to charm me, please. I am a practical girl.”
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The endless reeling affairs of Fairies exhausted her. But all the many social circles of Fairyland held in agreement that if one brings up the subject of one’s love, the other party is obligated to ask after it and listen to whatever ballad might follow. To do otherwise would be just terrible manners.

“Listen,” Mallow interrupted. “I haven’t any interest in following you to a stash of gold in the hills or dancing at a Fairy ball or answering riddles or meeting any eligible Fairy dukes who have a castle just on the other side of a curtain of mist—no. I am a magician—mostly—and I am on my way to the Foul like everyone else. Don’t try to charm me, please. I am a practical girl.”Practical girl, my ass.
