Fiction Fest: Final freebie from Janice Sperry’s ‘The Rebel Princess’

Rebel Princess 2x3 WEBToday is the last free peek you’ll get at Janice Sperry’s “The Rebel Princess,” but don’t fret, you can get the rest of the story by purchasing the book in bookstores or from online retailers.

Praise for “The Rebel Princess”:

“This is a perfect middle grade book for those readers who love good, clean, adventurous fun.” — Katie’s Clean Book Collection

“This book is an absolute joy…a great middle grade fantasy that is just as enjoyable for adults as kids.” — LDS Women’s Book Review

Without further ado, let’s get to today’s excerpt, shall we?


What did you do?” Amy stared at me, her eyes wide.

“Me?” This mess was not my fault. Charming’s whiskered nose twitched, and he emitted a strange, squeaky sound. Angry rats are not nearly as cute as happyrats, not that rats are ever cute. I scooted away from him. “I didn’t do this. I can’t do magic. I’m a princess, remember?”

“You’re the one with a wand.”

Amy used her sparkly pencil wand to scratch her head.

She waved it around, and I ducked. “Relax, I’m not doing magic. I’m thinking.”

Good thing. I saw what she did to the couch. No way did I want to be in the line of fire next time she tried a new spell.

“You’re a princess.”

I buried my head in my hands. This was going to take a while.

“You had your shot to thank him for saving you with a kiss, but you rejected him.” She scrunched her eyebrows together in concentration.

“He didn’t save me. I was tethered to the wall. The worst that could have happened is I wouldn’t have made it up to this room.” I ran my finger along the dusty couch. “It’s hardly worth a kiss.”

Charming’s whiskers twitched again. He had a little brown spot on his nose where his freckle had been. I wasn’t sure if he was agreeing or disagreeing with me, not that it mattered.

“But you’ll have to kiss him now,” Amy said. “Otherwise, he’ll remain a rat.”

“Maybe he likes being a rat.” My lips touch lips that had touched spinach? Ew. “I can’t just kiss him without knowing how he feels about it.”

Charming scurried off the couch and hid behind it.

“See,” I said, pointing to his hairless tail sticking out from behind the couch. “He doesn’t want to kiss me either. You’re learning about magic. You fix him.”

Charming’s tail vanished behind the couch.