The Tapestry of Tales

Contents Cover Title Page Dedication Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14 Chapter 15 Chapter 16 Chapter 17 Chapter 18 Chapter 19 Chapter 20 Chapter 21 Chapter 22 Chapter 23 Chapter 24 Chapter 25 Chapter 26 Chapter 27 Chapter 28 Chapter 29 Chapter 30 Chapter 31 Chapter 32 Chapter 33 Chapter 34 Chapter 35 Chapter 36 Chapter 37 Acknowledgments About the Author Copyright Guide Cover Start of Content Title Page Dedication Acknowledgments About the Author Copyright I III V VI VII VIII 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26 27 28 29 30 31 32 33 34 35 36 37 38 39 40 41 42 43 44 45 46 47 48 49 50 51 52 53 54 55 56 57 58 59 60 61 62 63 64 65 66 67 68 69 70 71 72 73 74 75 76 77 78 79 80 81 82 83 84 85 86 87 88 89 90 91 92 93 94 95 96 97 98 99 100 101 102 103 104 105 106 107 108 109 110 111 112 113 114 115 116 117 118 119 120 121 122 123 124 125 126 127 128 129 130 131 132 133 134 135 136 137 138 139 140 141 142 143 144 145 146 147 148 149 150 151 152 153 154 155 156 157 158 159 160 161 162 163 164 165 166 167 168 169 170 171 172 173 174 175 176 177 178 179 180 181 182 183 184 185 186 187 188 189 190 191 192 193 194 195 196 197 198 199 200 201 202 203 204 205 206 207 208 209 210 211 212 213 214 215 216 217 218 219 220 221 222 223 224 225 226 227 228 229 230 231 232 233 234 235 236 237 238 239 240 241 242 243 244 245 246 247 248 249 250 251 252 253 254 255 256 257 258 259 260 261 262 263 264 265 266 267 268 269 270 271 272 273 274 275 276 277 278 279 280 281 282 283 284 285 286 287 288 289 290 291 292 293 294 295 296 297 298 299 300 301 302 303 304 305 306 307 308 309 310 311 312 313 314 315 316 317 318 319 320 321 322 323 324 325 326 327 328 329 330 331 332 333 334 335 336 337 338 339 340 341 342 343 344 345 346 347 348 349 350 351 352 353 354 355 356 357 358 359 360 361 362 363 364 365 366 367 368 369 370 
 
 Unraveled
 The Tapestry of Tales
 Cathy O’Neill
 
 
 
 
 
 
 Praise for The Princess Revolt
 “A fun page-turner… Any reader who loves magical adventures and references to classic fairy tales will not want to miss this one.”
 —Booklist
 “This original spin on modern fairy tales stands out for its delightful voice…. Readers will be captivated by Cia’s lively voice while discovering that they may wish to view fairy tales through an updated lens.”
 —SLJ
 
 
 
 For Rose
 
 
 Chapter 1
 IN THE DAYS WHEN WISHING was still of some use, a king’s son was enchanted by an old witch and shut up in an iron stove in a forest. There he passed many years, and no one could deliver him. Then a king’s daughter who was lost herself came into the forest, and after she wandered about for nine days…”
 Romy looked up from the Brothers Grimm book and made a face. She was lying on my bed, elbows bent, with her chin resting on the palms of her hands.
 “What is wrong with the girls in this book?” she asked, tapping a finger on the page and swinging her legs behind her. “They’re always getting lost in forests.”
 “Maybe this one’s actually going to rescue the prince? And it’s just taking a while?” I suggested, though I knew it was a long shot. Romy and I were halfway through the 203 stories in the Brothers Grimm book, and so far, the most exciting thing a girl had done was shear a sheep.
 I sighed and stared at the pile of clothes I was sorting through, wondering what to wear for the first day of eighth grade. It felt nice to think about something other than the fact that I’d read hundreds of pages of fairy tales over the summer and still hadn’t found what I was looking for.
 I spotted the putrid-green T-shirt Romy had brought back from Italy for me in the jumble of fabrics and, grinning, threw it at her.
 “I’m never going to wear this. I said I wanted to wear brighter colors this year, not look radioactive!”
 “Radioactive would be a great look for you,” said Romy, laughing as she caught the T-shirt and threw it back to me.
 We both jumped when Mom knocked on my bedroom door. “CIA! ROMY! It’s seven thirty!”
 “The book,” I hissed at Romy, a bubble of panic rising inside me. “Hide it!”
 Romy shoved the book under a pillow just as my mom opened the door a fraction and peeked in.
 “Come on, you two. Don’t be late on your first day back.”
 Mom looked at the makeshift bed Romy had put together on the floor and winced. “Did you sleep okay on that?” she asked.
 “Totally fine, Mrs. Anderson,” said Romy, stifling