Bücher der Reihe Fairie Tales

Not for the easily offended!Dare you, now, to block my path! To stand within my way! I am free, as free can be, and I will not delay. Time is rushing past the while, we're caught among the sway as violent powers push and pull us, powers we can't see or weigh. Enough obstruction I must fight lest I should sadly go astray. You, good sir, with rules to follow are unwelcome, a putrid, cursed, hell-sent bouquet.A monopoly on use of force the modern state does claim. Don't worry so, don't make a fuss, don't tyranny proclaim. It's good for you, we're fair and just, protection is our aim. Just in case the others listen, we really ought to take your name. If trouble comes and does you harm, you've only but yourself to blame. I'm suffocating on the floor, a boot upon my throat. What led us to this darkened place? What policy? What vote? Who is to blame for all the ills? What is the antidote? The laws that give these men their power, which evil hand has wrote? Answers have I not, but heed the wisdom of my brother goat.Sometimes all we need is courage so that we may face our fear. Do we have it? Deep inside us? When we need it will that spine appear? How much longer will they haunt us? Must we to their laws adhere? The choice is ours, were we to take it, all their power is veneer. In your posture to their bearing I urge you please do not revere. They are men and they are flawed, they aren't your masters, this is clear. Freedom is for those who take it, when you see it give a cheer.

Not for the easily offended!Puss is not a kitty that is meek and tame and mild. Cunning and deceitful, cruel, erratic, playful, wild, but not without appeal and charm, not from our hearts exiled. Puss sees what's before him and the tools he has on hand. He's perceptive and he's capable, his every step is planned. Mistakes this Puss won't make after he's sure the lay of the land.¿¿A Prince there was within a tale that once became a frog. Cast, he was, by Nuck herself into a fearful bog. Fallen much in stature now, from Prince to lowly cog within a social hierarchy, oppressed in evil's fog. Does he learn his lesson from his hard and luckless fate? Will his curse by love's first kiss withdraw, conclude, abate? Until you've reached the end, my friend, your hunger will not sate. Tales they are of joy and fun, to pass a happy hour. A pleasant place, it is to be, within the fairie tower. For there we find the repose to expose our thinking power.

Not for the easily offended!Piper! My friend, the time has come to tell your tale of woe. It's you we wait for, you we love, for you will steal the show. For you the laurel wreaths are woven, on you the crown bestow. It's you we trust to judge us, for moral value you do know.Piper isn't very lenient, he does not forgive. Unlike most the men among us, he is not a moral sieve. He won't sit by and let it happen, with compromise can't live. Some will say he goes to far, his justice worse than crime. Perched atop a moral ladder none but he can climb. Yet climb you will throughout his story, cross his fairie rhyme. Piper comes with vengeance and there's nought to do but pray. Doomed you are before you know it when the Piper starts to play. He will serve the final course, the final dragon slay. Just an hour within these pages ends the fairie tale array.

Not for the easily offended!Cinderella is a belle we've heard of oft before. Her fairie tale is canon, vital, some would say the core. Beautiful, and moral too, an orphan, maid, and more. Her perfect victim nature only serves to make me snore.¿¿Ella, lass, look what they've done to gussy up your name. And now you're on the poster and they've painted you in fame. You're helpless on your own, they say, forlorn, polite and tame. Seeing what they've done to you I'm filled with nought but shame. I'll admit that Ella has some etiquette and grace. They compliment her figure well, below a pretty face. But a model for behaviour? No! A martyr we embrace? Fortune comes to rescue you and deck you out in lace? I'm glad I'm here to tell you all that that's just not the case. Ella's coming back today to take her rightful place. She endured a childhood cursed by Nuck's own bony touch, and you're telling me a girl like that requires a fairie crutch? A deal she makes, a bargain, compact, treaty, an accord. Fairies play in harmony to Cinderella's chord. An Ella independent rises now to be adored. In tune she is with fate. Let revenge be her reward.