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The Door In The Hedge
Robin McKinley
1981

ISBN 0698119606

тАЬRobin McKinley paints a magical landscape that will delight enchant hearts young and old.тАЭ
тАФJoan D. Vinge

тАЬThe Door In The Hedge opens onto a world of magic that is both muscular and enchanting. Robin
McKinley obviously loves the music of the old tales, but she adds melodies all her own, and that is what
makes these stories so very very special and so very very unforgettable.тАЭ
тАФJane Yolen

тАЬMcKinley, in these stories, is afraid neither of great beauty nor of great evil. She has the gift of
taking these stories and retelling them with love...тАЭ
тАФScience Fiction Review

тАЬ... adds subtlety, complexity, and suspense to what is only tersely stated in Grimm. Like a musical
theme and variations the telling is full of digressions and decorationsтАФarpeggios of ideas and
languageтАФthat add new depth to an old tale.тАЭ
тАФHorn Book

тАЬThis collection should interest readers of all ages who never tire of wizards and fairyland.тАЭ
тАФWashington Post

This book is dedicated to the memory of my grandfathers:
Albert Turrell, who told me stories even more wonderful than those I could find in Andrew
Lang, and
Thomas McKinley, who was a soldier and fought for a Queen


Contents
The Stolen Princess
The Princess and the Frog
The Hunting of the Hind
The Twelve Dancing Princesses
 The Stolen Princess

Prologue
THE LAST mortal kingdom before the unmeasured sweep of Faerieland begins has at best held an
uneasy truce with its unpredictable neighbor. There is nothing to show a boundary, at least on the mortal
side of it; and if any ordinary human creature ever saw a faerieтАФor at any rate recognized oneтАФit was
never mentioned; but the existence of the boundary and of faeries beyond it is never in doubt either.
The people who live in those last lands are a little special themselves, and either they breed true or
the children grow up and leave for less suspenseful countryside. Those who do leave are rarely heard
from again, and then only in stiff or hasty letters written to assure friends and family of their well-being;
they never return in person. But some of those who leave remember what they have left; and the
memories are not all taken up with things that go bump in the night (which are never faeries, who know
better than to make noise) or the feeling of being watched while standing at the center of a wide, sunny,