Frog - The Princess And The

Instead, they promised to fix things together. The broken, the forgotten, the cursed.

When it faded, the frog was gone. Standing in the cage, blinking in confusion, was a young man with dark, clever eyes and hands stained with ink and soil—the marks of a natural philosopher. He was no shining, armor-clad prince. He looked like someone who had just crawled out of a bog and was terribly sorry about it. The Princess And The Frog

Once upon a time, in the lush, sun-drenched kingdom of Orleans, there lived a princess named Elara. She was not the kind of princess who sighed over suitors or spent her days admiring her reflection in silvered glass. Elara was a tinkerer, a dreamer of gears and springs, and she much preferred the quiet clatter of her workshop to the stiff formality of the throne room. Instead, they promised to fix things together