Books with title The Long-Nosed Princess

Terribly, terribly wrong. Crewmen killed, a human on the ground killed, firing the place, and a moglin, by the stars! Nur-zai looked down at the girl that sat in her drug-induced sleep next to him in the hovercraft. “Who is she, Captain?” he asked. Kil-Joi’s eyes moved from the carnage below to the girl and back again, over and over. “I don’t know, Nur-zai Gin. I got no bloody idea.” And so Kil-Joi, the notorious human trafficker, and Nur-zai Gin, his eccentric Head Jailer, begin probing to discover what it is about a nondescript Earth girl named Giana, who uses a wheelchair, that has been hidden from them by Giana’s buyer, Danizen Jin-soon, the loathsome son of the Rulers of their home world of Ty-lo. But as they delve deeper into the mystery that is Giana, each becomes shockingly aware that this “girl in the rolling chair” is a person far more important than either could possibly have imagined. From a bloody street-gang struggle over a Los Angeles neighborhood to a devious power struggle on their home world, they realize that Giana just might be the legendary nexus that links both worlds in one colossal conflict rife with intergalactic consequences. The Lost Princess is a companion/prequel to The Quinnipiac Disappearance.

This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1895 edition. Excerpt: ...pride rose and rose, she turned yet again in condescending mood and honoured the home picture with one stare more. 'What a poor miserable spot it is, compared with this lordly palace!' she said. But presently she spied something in it she had not seen before, and drew nearer. It was the form of a little girl, building a bridge of stones over one of the hillbrooks. 'Ah, there I am myself!' she said. 'That is just how I used to do.--No!' she resumed, 'it is not me. That snub-nosed little fright could never be meant for me! It was the frock that made me think so. But it is a picture of the place. I declare I can see the smoke of the cottage rising from behind the hill! What a dull, dirty, insignificant spot it is! And what a life to lead there!' She turned once more to the city picture. And now a strange thing took place. In proportion as the other, to the eyes of her mind, receded into the background, this, to her present bodily eyes, appeared to come forward and assume reality. At last, after it had been in this way growing upon her for some time, she gave a cry of conviction, and said aloud--' I do believe it is real! That frame is only a trick of the woman to make me fancy it is a picture, lest I should go and make my fortune. She is a witch, the ugly old creature! It would serve her right to tell the king and have her punished K for not taking me to the palace--one of his poor lost children he is so fond of! I should like to see her ugly old head cut off. Anyhow I will try my luck without asking her leave. How she has ill-used me!' But at that moment she heard the voice of the wise woman calling, 'Agnes!' and, smoothing her face, she tried to look as good as she could, and walked back into the cottage. There stood the wise woman,...

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In this Mermaid Tales adventure, Shelly’s not sure she’s ready to be royalty.Not one of the merkids in Shelly Siren’s third grade class can believe the shell-shattering news: Shelly is a princess! A real princess! It’s been a deep, dark secret in Trident City, but now everyone knows—and Shelly doesn’t know how to act. Should she start wearing a glittery crown? Or move to a grand undersea palace? Will her friends have to call her Princess Shelly? She knows it’s an exciting turn of events, but Shelly’s not sure she can truly fit the royal part. Can she find a way to be a princess and stay herself?

The Lost Princess I. There was a certain country where things used to go rather oddly. For instance, you could never tell whether it was going to rain or hail, or whether or not the milk was going to turn sour. It was impossible to say whether the next baby would be a boy, or a girl, or even, after he was a week old, whether he would wake sweet-tempered or cross. In strict accordance with the peculiar nature of this country of uncertainties, it came to pass one day, that in the midst of a shower of rain that might well be called golden, seeing the sun, shining as it fell, turned all its drops into molten topazes, and every drop was good for a grain of golden corn, or a yellow cowslip, or a buttercup, or a dandelion at least;—while this splendid rain was falling, I say, with a musical patter upon the great leaves of the horse-chestnuts, which hung like Vandyke collars about the necks of the creamy, red-spotted blossoms, and on the leaves of the sycamores, looking as if they had blood in their veins, and on a multitude of flowers, of which some stood up and boldly held out their cups to catch their share, while others cowered down, laughing, under the soft patting blows of the heavy warm drops;—while this lovely rain was washing all the air clean from the motes, and the bad odors, and the poison-seeds that had escaped from their prisons during the long drought;—while it fell, splashing and sparkling, with a hum, and a rush, and a soft clashing—but stop! I am stealing, I find, and not that only, but with clumsy hands spoiling what I steal:— "O Rain! with your dull twofold sound, The clash hard by, and the murmur all round:" —there! take it, Mr. Coleridge;—while, as I was saying, the lovely little rivers whose fountains are the clouds, and which cut their own channels through the air, and make sweet noises rubbing against their banks as they h