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The Purple Girl
The Purple Girl
The Purple Girl
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The Purple Girl

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Illustrations by Tory & Norman Taber

CAUTION! Violet lives within the pages of this book. And her purple spreads to everything she touches …

Violet lives behind garden walls. Is she magical? Is she the devil’s child—or simply cursed? When the lonely thirteen-year-old embarks on a dangerous journey to find the one boy that dared to befriend her, she travels at night … in the dark … to keep people from seeing her purple skin. But no one is more surprised than Violet when she unlocks her mysterious gift.

Go where adventure, discovery and magic meet! Although this fun read captures the imagination of middle grade readers, discrimination is at the core of the novel … but so are possibilities, and they appear EVERYWHERE.
LanguageEnglish
PublisherBookBaby
Release dateAug 12, 2014
ISBN9780991028320
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    Bought it, read it, LOVED it! Strong female role model, sweet but page-turning story! A wonderful and empowering read for a young girl. I whole-heartedly recommend it.
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    An engaging new read for young readers! The main character faces many of the hurdles middle-grade readers face today; from discrimination and exclusion to self-acceptance. A delightful choice for a young girl—one that even a mother or grandmother can enjoy. Even as an adult (sharing the read with one of my granddaughters), I felt like I was with Violet on her great adventure. There is a little Purple Girl in all of us!

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The Purple Girl - Audrey Kane

The Purple Girl

a story by

Audrey Kane

Illustrations by Tory & Norman Taber

Wakefield & Quincy Press

The Purple Girl

This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are the products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

First Edition, January 2014

Copyright © 2013 Audrey Kane

Illustrations by Tory & Norman Taber

www.toryandnormantaber.com

Book Layout and Formatting by Pedernales Publishing, LLC.

www.pedernalespublishing.com

Published by Wakefield & Quincy Press

All rights reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission from the author except in the case of brief quotation embodied in critical articles and reviews.

Library of Congress Control Number: 2014930320

ISBN: 978-0-9910283-1-3 Paperback

ISBN: 978-0-9910283-2-0 e-Book

ISBN: 978-0-9910283-3-7 Audio

Printed in the United States of America

To order additional copies of this title, contact a local bookstore or visit www.audreykane.com

With special thanks to: Heidi Giusto, Ph.D, Tory and Norman Taber, Ramona Long, Christopher Laney, Jose Ramirez, and Barbara Rainess.

For Andrew

Lauren, Ryan, and Caroline

—my whole heart

We are what we believe we are.

C. S. Lewis

The Purple Girl

England of Long Ago…

Chapter One

THE BABY

This is how the story was told to me.

When the midwife brought me into the world, she let out a scream. Hands trembling, she swaddled me in a white blanket, leaving only a small opening so I could breathe. She refused to let my mother see me until my father appeared and stood by her side. Purple mist seeped through the white blanket, staining the midwife’s fingers.

God help us all. This baby is cursed! the midwife cried, thrusting me into my father’s arms. She grabbed a rag and tried to scrub the stains off her hands.

As my father unwrapped me, the color drained from his face. My mother, weak from the delivery, reached toward him…or perhaps to me.

What’s wrong?

After a moment, he held me up.

My mother wailed when she saw her purple baby.

My father turned away from her and laid me in the cradle, far from my mother, his fingers shaking as he bundled me in the plum-colored blanket. He remained silent, wiping his purple stained palms on his pants. The stains wouldn’t stay on him forever…only a few moments…but he didn’t know that then.

Oh, Samuel, my mother sobbed. How did this happen?

My father gazed into my eyes, and when he finally spoke, his voice broke.

We’ll call her Violet. He stroked a tuft of my lavender hair and sank to his knees.

The midwife eyed my father before she whispered. I can take her into the forest and bury her there, as if she never—

My father sprang to his feet, his eyes blazing with anger.

The woman took a step back, then snatched her leather satchel and bolted through the door. My parents never saw the midwife again.

Chapter Two

THE OUTCAST

It was late in the evening, and flickering candlelight spilled from underneath the door of our cottage’s front room. When I cracked open the door, I found my father sitting at his desk with his head bent over an open book. A small fire crackled in the fireplace.

I slipped into the room.

With his head still in the book, Papa furrowed his brow.

I crept up beside him and peeked over his shoulder.

Papa jerked upright. You startled me, he said, nudging me away. His spectacles slipped down the bridge of his nose. His face was long like mine, his forehead high. His snowy white hair made him appear older than his years.

I spotted a velvet book-cover lying on the desk. Tiny silver bells dangled along the edges. I eyed the book again. What are you reading?

Papa snapped the book shut.

I tilted my head sideways, trying to steal a glance.

He pulled the book close to his chest but not before I caught a glimpse of it. "It’s covered in jewels!"

This book doesn’t concern you, Violet.

"All the more tempting! Please let me look at it."

Absolutely not. Your purple spreads to whatever you touch…

…and fades away once I’m not touching it, I finished.

This is different. As he slipped the book back into its velvet cover, it jingled. It’s old—the pages are delicate, and the cover is fragile. He took off his spectacles and laid them on the desk. And it’s late, he said, rubbing his tired eyes.

You’re treating me like a child.

This isn’t an ordinary book, Violet.

Ordinary books don’t have rubies and—

"And you’re thirteen. A man has to be thirty years of age or older before reading it, he said, frowning. And even at that age…you will be a woman. It’s forbidden for you to even touch it. He pushed his chair away from the desk and got to his feet. You should be in bed by now."

"But how did you get a book—covered in jewels?"

He turned to the bookshelf and slipped it back into place.

And where—

Enough questions for one night, Violet.

Answer at least one. Please, Papa.

He turned to me and sighed, his voice wavering when he finally replied. "My father gave it to me, and his father gave it to him. It is passed from father

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