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About the author:
“Fairy-tale fantasies for the heart.”
Ann Sepino is an independent Filipino author who loves all things fantasy romance. She enjoys creating the perfect happily ever after for her knights-in-distress and damsels-in-shining-armor. Her inspiration comes from the fairy tales and folklore of her childhood, as well as her interest and experience with local culture. One of her best titles, 'Tribeless,' was influenced by these very elements.
What inspired you to write your book?
Ann Sepino enjoys taking inspiration from fairy tales and folk tales that were relayed to her in childhood. This book is a mesh of three of her favorite fairy tales, all joined into one.
Here is a short sample from the book:
“Father, he’s getting worse. We must do something. There must be another kind of medicine, something we haven’t tried yet,” she said as she paced back and forth in front of her father.
Taruk rubbed his temples worriedly. “We’ve tried almost all there is. There is nothing we can do.”
“But Father,” the daughter argued, her beautiful black eyes pleading for her father to listen, “what if we-”
“Silence!” Taruk ordered.
His daughter’s pale skin became even paler in the face of his pent up anger.
The daughter promptly nodded and, with sorrow on her face, proceeded to sit upon a cushion laid on the floor. She waited patiently for either her father or Anif to say anything. It was a long time before the friend spoke up. What he had to say caught her attention.
“Perhaps the healing water may help, my lord. The one sold by the reclusive Indri,” the friend said, referring to the ugly prince of the forest.
At his words, Taruk’s daughter lit up. She had heard very little of the fabled prince of frogs. As the child of a prominent man of the village, she was not allowed to venture outside of their house without the company of a servant. And the servants and other people of the village weren’t allowed to talk of trivial matters in front of her. “Indri? Who is this Indri?”
The friend smiled and turned his face toward her. “The son of a water sprite and the late frog king, my lady. His late father gave in his keeping a spring that produces healing water, and he sprinkles the water over his flowers so that they grow beautifully.”
Anif leaned closer to Taruk’s daughter and cupped a hand by the side of his mouth to emphasize what he was saying. “I’ve heard that he occasionally sells flasks of healing water to people who possess a means of payment.”