tales of the frog princess books in order

I was going to eat those grasshoppers for lunch, but because of you I’ll never catch them now! The frog scowled, shaking his webbed finger in my direction. I’m used to magic, for my aunt Grassina is a witch, but no animal had ever spoken to me before. I jumped when he spoke again, although it wasn’t so much his words that surprised me as seeing his lips move. Aside from the dragonflies, mosquitoes, and water striders, the only other living creature was a frog glaring at me from the edge of the pond. I turned toward the voice and looked high and low, but all I could see was the pond, its murky water partially rimmed with a halo of algae, and a stand of cattails at the far end. Aside from my aunt Grassina, I was the only one from the castle who ever visited the swamp. I looked around, but there was no one in sight.

I edged away, searching for something that I could use to defend myself should the snake reappear. When I’d finally gathered my skirts and pushed myself off the ground, the snake had disappeared into the tall swamp grass. Unfortunately, being born a princess doesn’t automatically make a girl graceful or confident, a fact I’ve lamented for most of my fourteen years. Grasshoppers exploded up from the ground as I floundered about, struggling to get to my feet, my gown soaking in the pungent odor of the swamp. With my arms flung wide, I tried to keep my balance, but my long, heavy skirts and usual clumsiness overwhelmed me and I landed hard on the rain-soaked earth. I shrieked and jumped back, catching my heel on the root of an old willow tree. Thinking more about my mother than I was about my surroundings, I almost stepped on a snake that had slithered onto the path from the tall grass. Although I saw her as infrequently as we both could manage, I’d long since grown accustomed to that look. I could almost see the disdain in her eyes as she gave me her usual speech about the proper behavior of a princess. It was only after I was secure in my escape that I began to worry about how my mother would react. Normally, few people in the castle ever seemed to notice me, so it was easy to sneak away undetected and flee to the swamp. My escape hadn’t been planned, yet the moment I heard that Jorge was coming, I knew I couldn’t stay. I had gone to the swamp to avoid the prince, a favorite of my mother’s but never of mine. Although I’d believed this for most of my life, I had no proof until Prince Jorge came to visit and I met the frog of my dreams. To all my wonderful fans for being so encouraging ContentsĮven as a little girl, I had thought that the swamp was a magical place where new lives began and old ones ended, where enemies and heroes weren’t always what one expected, and where anything could happen, even to a clumsy princess. Their love and support to Victoria for her insight and Reader to Kimmy, Nate, Emiko, Sophie, and Andy for

This book is dedicated to Ellie for being my first

Tales of the frog princess books in order