Part of Your World (Twisted Tales, #5)

by Liz Braswell

There were mermaids in this other world. He had known one. Her father was a god. Eric’s princess was an evil witch. And Eric had touched greatness but been tricked, and now here he was, dreaming….

She flowed her hand across her body, like a tide: It’s time. Flounder nodded and swam next to her. Together they rose.

“Think of that,” Jona said. “I followed a mermaid’s footprints in the sand. That should be part of an epic poem. Or a book. Or something.”

But seeing Vanessa wed Eric, and her father killed, and realizing she would never get either man—or her voice—back…a part of her had truly died that day.

She took a breath. Her heart started beating again. She hadn’t been aware it had stopped. She coughed. A few grains of sand came out. And then she sang.

Observation is all well and good, but only if it leads to a thoughtful plan of action!

The large pendant Ursula wore was a glass ampoule with a bronze and wax top. Inside this floated a sad, disgusting little polyp whose tendrils still resembled the beard and mustache of the ancient sea king.

“But one thing you learn as a queen is…to never trust the word of a sea witch!” And with that she let her hand fall into the salty water of the fountain… …and with her other hand, she shot a bolt at Ursula’s heart.

Smoke—no, water vapor—swirled up and up and up into the sky. On the ground, the polyp grew and lengthened and stretched and hardened into a