The Hero's Guide to Storming the Castle
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Your favorite princes and princesses are back in the hilarious and action-packed sequel to the breakout hit The Hero's Guide to Saving Your Kingdom by author Christopher Healy, which the New York Times selected as one of its best books of the year.
Prince Liam. Prince Frederic. Prince Duncan. Prince Gustav. You remember them, don't you? They're the Princes Charming, who finally got some credit after they stepped out of the shadows of their princesses—Cinderella, Rapunzel, Snow White, and Briar Rose—to defeat an evil witch bent on destroying all their kingdoms. But alas, such fame and recognition only last so long. And when the princes discover that an object of great power might fall into any number of wrong hands, they are going to have to once again band together to stop it from happening—even if no one will ever know it was they who did it.
Frederic said. “You and I, dashing across the countryside together, holding secret meetings and such. Very exciting, no? Almost makes me wish it didn’t all have to end in a perilous prison break.” Ella was barely listening. “Look, Frederic, the others are no-shows. You and I have to do this alone.” She patted the sword hanging at her side and saw Frederic tremble slightly. “Take it easy, Frederic. We can—” A figure appeared suddenly between them as if erupting from the very air itself. Ella
sliding over his ears (as it was originally sized for the king of Hithershire), and sucked cream cheese frosting from his fingertips (the main reason he wore fingerless gloves). “We ain’t kidnapped nobody in a while,” a buck-toothed bandit said before letting loose with an enormous belch. “Ooh, what about snatchin’ the hats off old ladies?” another bandit asked. “That usually puts you in a good mood.” “Been there, done that,” Rauber said. He sounded uncharacteristically somber, despite the
broken clarinets, and squashed rhino nuggets littered the dance floor. Briar walked in from the hall and began pulling at her hair. “Hey, Briar,” Lila called out, after stealthily slipping back in through the window. “Look what your rotten guests did to my dress!” In one corner of the ballroom, an overturned table shifted as Little Taylor crawled out from under it. His gold lamé suit was spattered and dripping with red wine. “What happened?” he muttered. “I thought I’d finally won that countess
of the glorious Deeb Rauber?” “Okay, you’re starting to weird me out,” Rauber said. “Let’s just give you a trial position and see how it goes.” “Yes!” the Phantom howled. “I finally fight alongside the Bandit King! I, Little Taylor!” He yanked off his mask, revealing his smiling, bespectacled face. “Remember me?” Liam and Frederic looked at each other in pure terror. “What is he doing?” Frederic whispered. “He’ll ruin everything!” “Waitaminute!” Rauber yelled. “You again? The guy with the
probably just cry again—but I could stand up to him. And so could you. And you’d be a hero again.” Liam nodded. “You’re right: This isn’t just about me. I have people counting on me,” he said softly. “And you’re not going to let them down,” Frederic said. “No,” Liam said, straightening up a bit. “Not without a fight.” “There you go!” Frederic said, unable to suppress a grin. “That’s the Liam I’m looking for!” “That’s right.” Liam stood and puffed out his chest. “I’m Liam of Erinthia! Getting