Synopsis

What if you discovered the Artifacts from the fairy tales were real and one of them just predicted your death?

That’s the dilemma Scientist Ben Michaels faces when Siene Dower, descendant of the Brothers Grimm, tells him that Snow White’s Magic Mirror sent her to stop him from getting into the cab that crashed and burst into flame right before his eyes at the intersection at Penn Station, New York City.

Does practical Dr. Michaels dismiss everything he knows about reality and science and follow the curious and beautiful woman who just saved his life?

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The Inspiration Behind The Mirror

By P.K. Eden

When I was a child (a long time ago in a state far away), fairy tales fascinated me. Snow White, Cinderella, Rapunzel, Sleeping Beauty. All those wonderful takes of Princesses and magic things in a extraordinary world of fairies and magic and evil things. I could listen to the stories at bed time over and over and never get tired of them.

As I got older and started to use my imagination to write fiction, first romance like rom-com, historical romance, and the like, I found my mind drifting to those wonderful objects in the fairy tales I loved so much. Snow White’s Mirror, Rapunzel’s Tears, a Spinning Wheels that could turn straw into gold. Imagine if they were real. I found what could be a niche for a story like that in the urban fantasy genre.

I put my imagination into overdrive, bought a book called Tales of the Brothers Grimm, which by the way are very grim and gloomy, often downright scary. Nothing like the modern-day adaptations we love today. Still, I was determined to bring my vision to print.

So the what ifs  began. Most authors know that’s how our storylines start. What if the magical objects in the fairy tales were real? What if the Brothers Grimm wrote their tales to shield that fact from humanity so they wouldn’t be used or exploited? What if the Brothers Grimm formed a secret group to protect the objects? What if a faction of this noble group, called the Primogen Sentinels, went rogue and wanted to use the objects for personal gain?

Enter the direct descendants of the Brother Grimm, Siene and her brother Reed, a Sentinel from each of the seven continents, Lucian Davalos, the leader of Taltos, the rogue faction, and his mercenaries, a PhD whose research could just ruin Taltoian  plans by counteracting the effect of Snow White’s poison apple, sprinkle in an adventure that spans three continents, a touch of a love story, and an unexpected conclusion, and there you have it. The what ifs turned into a plot for The Mirror.

If you’d like to know how this all turns out, I invite you to become a Primogen Sentinel and follow Siene and Reed Dower – the European protectors, Dr. Ben Michaels – PhD and scientist, Thumbelina who would rather be called Lina, Lucian Davelos – leader of Taltos, a host of Watches, Seekers, Cleaners and their antagonistic counterparts, as they race for the artifacts across North America, Europe and Africa; one group to save the objects from discovery, the other to use them for personal gain.

If you do, please let me know if you enjoyed the story.

Thanks for letting me join you today

Kathryn Quick  (1/2 P.K. Eden) – the other half – Patt Mihailoff – is busy plotting Book Two in this series. If you are concerned about climate change and love Native American characters, you might want to check back and see what we are planning for 2025/2026.

Excerpt

“Sit.” Siene motioned to the black sofa next to the door. She walked to the back bookshelf and pulled forward an old book with her forefinger. She skimmed the pages as she walked back to him. About halfway through the book she retrieved a fragile-looking, folded paper with timeworn brown edges.

She sat next to him. “Show me your palm.”

Ben held out his hand. “Why? Are you going to read it?”

“Do I look like a fortune teller?”

“You did predict the cab accident,” Ben replied.

She rolled her eyes and gently unfolded the paper. Carefully, she dropped three brown, shriveled ovals into his palm.

Ben’s brow furrowed. “What are these?”

“Beans.”

“I can see that.” He looked up. “Is this when I ask you why they were hidden in the book?”

“No, you’re supposed to guess.”

Ben lifted an eyebrow. “Do you really want to play games, Siene?”

She crossed her arms in front of her. “Actually, yes. You’re the hot-shot genius. I’m curious to see if that big brain of yours can think outside the . . .” She felt a wicked smile form on her lips “. . . outside the spit glands.”

He shot her an annoyed look and used his forefinger to move the beans around on his palm. They were shrunken but all the same size and shape. Kidney beans, he guessed. Very old kidney beans. He glanced at Siene. “Beans hidden in a book. Did you get them from a prom date instead of flowers and this is your way of telling me that you’re still thinking of the prom king?”

She saw amusement replace the annoyance on his face. Okay, maybe inside all the gray matter the man had a sense of humor. She’d try sparring with him later. Right now, she had to make a seemingly very obtuse point. “Did your mother ever read you fairy tales when you were a child?”

“Yes,” Ben replied, still holding the beans in his outstretched hand.

“Which ones?”

“The usual. Hansel and Gretel, Little Red Riding Hood, the Shoemaker and the Elves.”

“What about Jack and the Beanstalk?”

Ben glanced down at the beans in his hand and then back at Siene. “Of course, and I suppose you’re going to tell me these are magic beans.”

Skepticism lit his eyes and Siene knew he wasn’t quite there yet. “I know I’m asking a lot, but for a minute, just send all the Einstein stuff to the back of your gray matter and go with it.” His expression told her he thought she was nuts and she suspected ninety-nine percent of the world’s population would probably agree with him. “I guess laymen might say they are magic.”

“Laymen.” Ben paused before shooting her a probing stare. “People off their meds like you, you mean.”

She held up her finger. “You agreed to go with it.”

“No, I did not.”

“Let’s pretend you did. These beans are the last ones left.  It drives my brother, Reed, crazy that I keep them in a book.  He thinks it’s the first place a Taltoian would look.” She held the book up so he could see the title.

“Taltioan?”

“I’ll get there in a minute.” She lifted her chin. “Look at the book.”

White paper showed through the frayed corners of the cover and the embossed lettering worn low by the passing years made the words hard to read. He leaned closer and squinted. Tales by the Brothers Grimm. His head snapped up. “Is this an original edition?” He turned the book over and then back. “It looks very old.”

Siene nodded. “They are my great-great–maybe another great, maybe not, it really doesn’t matter at this point–Uncles Jacob and Wilhelm. The book has been passed down through the generations.”

Ben’s wide-eyed gaze flared. “You are crazy. You expect me to believe these are the magic beans they wrote about? That if you plant them, a stalk will grow as high as the clouds and if we climb it, we will meet a giant who has a goose that lays golden eggs?”

“Yes, and other things. A golden harp…”

Ben stood. “This has been an adventure to say the least, and I will admit you might have a very valuable book that could command millions, but you being related to the Brothers Grimm, “ he looked down at his hand, “And these are magic beans, I don’t think so.”

“Why not?”

He handed her back the book and held up fingers in a vee. “Two reasons. One, I suspect if there actually was a goose that laid golden eggs, some billionaire would own it and two, a giant, by sheer atomic weight and mass, cannot stand or live on a cloud.”

Siene shrugged. “Whether you believe me or not, it’s still true.”

“Which part?”

“All of it.” She slipped her hand under his. “I better take those back now.” She carefully placed the beans inside the paper and back into the book.

Ben remained still for several minutes as though processing the information he just heard. “It appears your uncles, if they truly are,  are not the only ones who can tell tall tales.”

She put the book back on the shelf. “They wrote the stories to protect the artifacts.”

“Artifacts. Like those in a museum?”

She looked at him and smiled. “No, the ones in my uncles’ stories.”

“Which stories?”

“All of them.”

– Excerpted from The Mirror by P.K. Eden, The Wild Rose Press, 2024. Reprinted with permission.

About the Authors

P.K. Eden is the alter ego of multi-published and award winning authors Patt Milhailff and Kathye Quick whose debut novel FIREBRAND was lauded as comparable to the Harry Potter series, garnered 5-Star reviews, and won numerous  Reviewer’s Choice Awards.

Born long, long ago in a place not so far away, Shenandoah, Pennsylvania, Kathryn Quick has been writing since the Sisters in St. Casmir’s Grammar School gave her the ruled yellow paper and a number two pencil.  She writes contemporary and career romances, romantic comedies, historical romances as well as urban fantasy.

Kathye has twenty fiction books in print with various publishing houses and one non-fiction compilation of her town’s history at the behest of the Manville Library Bord.  She was honored to have been named an Amazon top 100 Romance Author for Ineligible Bachelor published by Montlake Romance. Other works include a three book  Grandmother’s Rings Series – Amethyst, Sapphire and Citrine, a rom-com series that follows three siblings as they use their Grandmother’s Rings given to them by their mother to find their soulmates.

Because she has been fascinated by King Arthur and his knights for almost forever, her series Beyond Camelot, Brother Knights is her vision of how the majestic kingdom may have survived after Arthur. Two books are written in this series, and the third and final are still in concept.

She is a founding member of Liberty State Fiction Writers and has been a part of Romance Writers of America and New Jersey Romance Writers.

She is married to her real-life hero, Donald, and has three grown sons, each having romantic adventures of their own. Her two grandkids, Savannah and Dax, happily cut into her writing time but she still manages to get a few pages done each day.

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Thanks to novelist and editor Dr. Nathasha Brooks-Harris, who invited Patt Milhailff to write for several TRUE CONFESSION lines of magazines where she learned tight and entertaining writing and resulted in the publication of more than two hundred short stories and articles.

One of Patt’s most gratifying experiences was when she moderated a standing room only workshop at the African American Romance Slam Jam in 2004, and has since enjoyed speaking engagements at libraries, book clubs, and other forums.

She was awarded 2009 Author of the Year and 2010 Mentor of the Year by Romance Writers of America, New York City Chapter, a terrific organization that helped her to obtain valuable lessons and insight while on her writing journey.

Patt is also featured in A Dream Deferred, A Joy Achieved, a non-fiction novella by Charise Nesbit, a co-producer at Tyler Perry Studios, about foster care, as well as being included in two of Times Bestselling Author Zane’s anthologies.

Patt is one half of the writing duo P.K. Eden along with Kathye Quick, authors of Firebrand, who received a five-star Affaire de Couer Reviewer’s Choice Award.

She is also a member of Liberty States Fiction Writers, the home of a magnitude of talented writers and fellow authors, and is the author of nine novels.

Patt was raised and educated in New York City, residing in  New Jersey, and has since relocated to Delaware.

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