Books with title King Jerome's Library: Volume II

Volume 2 of King Jerome’s Library is the second of ten volumes, written to date, and he hopes to present them in the coming months and years.Although born and raised in a kingdom of a colder climate, most of the king’s stories have been written in his castle near Austin, Texas. He reminds us, however, that his kingdom, and the realm of all his readers, extends as far as we are willing to imagine…as far as the mind can see.King Jerome is very pleased and humbled that you will read his ramblings, and he hopes that those of any age will enjoy these stories and will apply the lessons, learned by the story’s characters, to their own life.

The frost king and how the fairies conquered him. Lilybell and Thistledown. Ripple, the water sprite. Eva's visit to fairy land. Sunshine, and her brothers and sisters. The fairy spring. Queen Aster. The brownie and the princess. Mermaids. Little Bud. The flower's story---THE Queen sat upon her throne, and all the fairies from the four kingdoms were gathered for a grand council. A very important question was to be decided, and the bravest, wisest elves were met to see what could be done.The Frost King made war upon the flowers; and it was a great grief to Queen Blossom and her subjects to see their darlings die year after year, instead of enjoying one long summer, as they might have done but for him. She had sent messengers with splendid gifts, and had begged him to stop this dreadful war, which made autumn so sad and left the fields strewn with dead flowers. But he sent back the gifts, sternly refused her prayers, and went on with his cruel work; because he was a tyrant, and loved to destroy innocent things." My subjects, we will try once more," said the Queen, " if any one can propose a plan that will touch his hard heart and make him kind to the dear flowers."Then there was a great rustling of wings and murmuring of voices; for all the elves were much excited, and each wanted to propose something. The Queen listened, but none of the plans seemed wise, and she was sadly perplexed, when her favorite maid of honor, the lovely Star, came and knelt before her, saying, while her face shone and her voice trembled with the earnestness of her words, " Dear Queen, let me go aloneto the Frost King and try what love will do. We have sent presents and prayers by messengers who feared and hated him, and he would not receive them; but we have not tried to make him love us, nor shown him how beautiful his land might be, by patiently changing that dreary place, and teaching his people to plant flowers, not to kill them. I am not afraid ; let me go and try my plan, for love is very powerful, and I know he has a heart if we can only find it.""You may go, dear Star," answered the Queen, " and see if you can conquer him. But if any harm happens to you, we will come with our whole army and fight this cruel King till he is conquered."At these brave words all the elves cheered, and General Sun, the great warrior, waved his sword as if longing to go to battle at once. They gathered about Star,—some to praise and caress her, some to warn her of the dangers of her task, others to tell her the way, and every one to wish her success; for fairies are gentle little creatures, and believe heartily in the power of love.....

Louisa May Alcott was an American novelist best known as author of the novel Little Women. In the mid-1860s, Alcott wrote passionate, fiery novels and sensational stories. She also produced wholesome stories for children, and after their positive reception, she did not generally return to creating works for adults. Alcott continued to write until her death.

One of my earliest memories is of playing with books in my father's study,--building towers and bridges of the big dictionaries, looking at pictures, pretending to read, and scribbling on blank pages whenever pen or pencil could be found. Many of these first attempts at authorship still exist; and I often wonder if these childish plays did not influence my after-life, since books have been my greatest comfort, castle-building a never-failing delight, and scribbling a very profitable amusement. Another very vivid recollection is of the day when running after my hoop I fell into the Frog Pond and was rescued by a black boy, becoming a friend to the colored race then and there, though my mother always declared that I was an abolitionist at the age of three.