מידע על הספר הדיגיטלי הזה
After three thousand years and more than twice as many spells, Rumpelstiltskin is dying. He knows it, he doesn’t even fear it. It just pisses him off – because there is a way for a fay to beat that fate, and somehow, he’d always believed he’d manage it.
With less than a year left on earth, he’s given up hope.
Three hundred spells. Three hundred days…
Parents are supposed to be protective and all; as far as she can remember, Aria’s have used her.
They’ve used her beauty, at first, entering her into as many pageants as possible, then, when her career as a designer took off, they used her name to further their own standing.
She’d never imagined that they might push it that far, though.
There’s no way out of her situation – her parents owe her captor too much for him to relinquish her. There’s nothing she can do.
Unless a pile of gold somehow appears before morning…
Unsuitable for sensitive readers
Rumpelstiltskin is the seventh volume of Not quite the Fairy Tale, and like every other one, it's a standalone fully integrated within the story, so you may want to start at the beginning.
