Wildwood Dancing by Juliet MarillierWildwood Dancing by Juliet Marillier

Wildwood Dancing

byJuliet Marillier

Paperback | March 25, 2008

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High in the Transylvanian woods, at the castle Piscul Draculi, live five daughters and their doting father. It's an idyllic life for Jena, the second eldest, who spends her time exploring the mysterious forest with her constant companion, a most unusual frog. But best by far is the castle's hidden portal, known only to the sisters. Every Full Moon, they alone can pass through it into the enchanted world of the Other Kingdom. There they dance through the night with the fey creatures of this magical realm.

But their peace is shattered when Father falls ill and must go to the southern parts to recover, for that is when cousin Cezar arrives. Though he's there to help the girls survive the brutal winter, Jena suspects he has darker motives in store. Meanwhile, Jena's sister has fallen in love with a dangerous creature of the Other Kingdom--an impossible union it's up to Jena to stop.

When Cezar's grip of power begins to tighten, at stake is everything Jena loves: her home, her family, and the Other Kingdom she has come to cherish. To save her world, Jena will be tested in ways she can't imagine--tests of trust, strength, and true love.

From the Hardcover edition.
Juliet Marillier is the author of several highly popular fantasy novels for adults, including the Sevenwaters Trilogy and the Bridei Chronicles. This is her first novel for teen readers. She lives in Australia.From the Hardcover edition.
Title:Wildwood DancingFormat:PaperbackDimensions:432 pages, 8.25 × 5.56 × 0.94 inPublished:March 25, 2008Publisher:Random House Children's BooksLanguage:English

The following ISBNs are associated with this title:

ISBN - 10:0375844740

ISBN - 13:9780375844744

Appropriate for ages: 13 - 17


Rated 4 out of 5 by from Pretty Good! They say not to judge a book by its cover. Yeah. That's pretty accurate because typically I wouldn't pick up a novel such as this. I was surprised by how much I actually enjoyed it. The main character is strong, although she does have her faults and there was a good mix of adventure, action and romance. The book did slow down near the middle and I ended up skimming some of the parts.... otherwise, a pretty good read!
Date published: 2018-07-23
Rated 4 out of 5 by from Magical Great book! I loved the main character, she was very rational and strong and responsible. I LOVED the romance. Good plot twist towards the end that I kinda predicted and was very pleased when it happened. Awesome writing and story!!
Date published: 2017-06-22
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Perfection Easily one of the best books I have ever read. I have read it at least once a year since I bought it when I was in high school, and I still fall in love with it again with every turn of the page.
Date published: 2017-03-20
Rated 4 out of 5 by from great read This was a really great book, i read it when I was 12 (so a long time ago) and only just reread it. I've found that some themes and the writing style is probably better suited for an older audience rather than the preteen age group, I remember things now that I didn't understand back then. The characters are really relatable and it was just a fantastic book for those who thoroughly enjoy fantasy/adventure.
Date published: 2014-07-10
Rated 4 out of 5 by from Wildwood Dancing “Wildwood Dancing” reminds me of "Pride and Prejudice" with a spattering of different fairy tales and a bit of Dracula mixed in. There are five sisters and the oldest is beautiful and the second oldest is smart and witty. The other three consist of the scholar, the flirt and the youngest is just young. Their father becomes ill and leaves the girls to run the castle under the watchful eye of an uncle and cousin Cezar. To say the least things go awry and the cousin is power hungry and in love with Jenica the second oldest, but things do not go as planned and the girls are defiant. These lovely sisters have found a portal into another dimension. The portal takes them to the land of fairies and dwarves and all types of fantastical creatures. In this land they dance to their hearts content, but they have rules they all swear to follow. No one can eat or drink the food from this fantasy land, for it may change them and they would not be able to live a proper life in their own land. They are to stay in each other sight, but Tatiana one night catches the eye of her true love. Her true love is trapped into servitude by creatures of the dark. Sorrow who is Tatiana’s true love changes the purpose of the monthly visits for Tatiana and the ramifications that follow effect everyone even the people of the girls’ village. Tatiana lives for nothing but to be with Sorrow. Jenica tries to keep everything under control with the help of her trustworthy companion Gogu. Gogu happens to be a frog and Jenica can hear him talk, but no one else can. Jenica found him when she was six years old and they are inseparable companions much to the consternation of cousin Cezar. The frog plays a major part in the story as most frogs do in fairy tales. The story is a delight to read and even though it is based on other stories, it contains a lot of wonderful surprises that kept me reading about the girls' journeys. In this book true love wins, but the two eldest girls have to fight to win it.
Date published: 2008-06-25
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Absolutely Stunning! Dance all night; work all day. Jena and her sisters have been living that theory once per month for years. That’s because they cross a portal into the mysterious Wildwood (where anything is possible) every full moon. There they see treasures of incomparable beauty and meet interesting people that captivate their hearts. Or in Tati’s case a person who stole her heart (and won’t give it back). No one knows their secret (except Gogu, the frog) and they hope to keep it that way. Then Jena’s father gets sick while away from home, leaving Jena alone to fend for her sisters. Not that Jena minds it. She’s always been the leader, the responsible one. Unfortunately, her cousin, Cezar, doesn’t think she’s up for the task and so moves in to keep a close eye on them. In fact, he watches so closely that he realizes that something’s different at full moon. And he’ll do anything to find out their secret and if he finds the Wildwood he’ll destroy it… There are so many good things about this book. The beautiful prose that shines in Juliet Marillier’s other books is here. There are strong and interesting characters. Jena is an unforgettable character, who is so strong in all her opinions-sometimes to the point of being completely bull-headed. And then there’s the great plot- that was, yes, inspired by the Twelve Dancing Princesses, but Juliet Marillier’s really made the story her own. And what a great story it is!
Date published: 2008-03-02
Rated 5 out of 5 by from I loved it! Wildwood Dancing is a one-of-a-kind enchanting, captivating, and fantastical tale that literally draws you in form the very first page. In a plot with even more integrity than Harry Potter, Juliet Marillier writes a flawless, lustful story which plunges you into a desirable magical realm that you'll never want to part with. Complete with fantastical kingdoms, otherworldly creatures, dark evils, and even an enchanted frog, Wildwood Dancing takes an unique approach at an ordinary topic, leaving me 100% satisfied. An original, fast-paced, and breathtaking adventure, Wildwood Dancing is a display of true fantasy at its finest.
Date published: 2007-07-11

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Chapter OneI’ve heard it said that girls can’t keep secrets. That’s wrong: we’d proved it. We’d kept ours for years and years, ever since we came to live at Piscul Dracului and stumbled on the way into the Other Kingdom. Nobody knew about it—not Father, not our housekeeper, Florica, or her husband, Petru, not Uncle Nicolae or Aunt Bogdana or their son, Cezar. We found the portal when Tati was seven and I was six, and we’d been going out and coming in nearly every month since then: nine whole years of Full Moons. We had plenty of ways to cover our absences, including a bolt on our bedchamber door and the excuse that my sister Paula sometimes walked in her sleep.I suppose the secret was not completely ours; Gogu knew. But even if frogs could talk, Gogu would never have told. Ever since I’d found him long ago, crouched all by himself in the forest, dazed and hurt, I had known I could trust him more than anyone else in the world.It was the day of Full Moon. In the bedchamber our gowns and shoes were laid out ready; combs, bags, and hair ornaments were set beside them. Nothing would be touched now, until the household was safely in bed. Fortunately, it was rare for Florica to come up to our room, because it was at the top of a flight of stairs, and stairs made her knees hurt. I did wonder how much Florica knew or guessed. She must have noticed how quiet we always were on the night of Full Moon, and how exhausted we were when we stumbled down to breakfast the next morning. But if she knew, Florica didn’t say a thing.During the day we kept up our normal activities, trying not to arouse suspicion. Paula helped Florica cook fish ciorb?a, while Iulia went out to lend a hand to Petru, who was storing away sacks of grain to last us over the winter. Iulia did not enjoy the hard work of the farm, but at least, she said, it made the time go more quickly. Tati was teaching Stela to read: I had seen the two of them ensconced in a warm corner of the kitchen, making letters in a tray of wet sand.I sat in the workroom with Father, reconciling a set of orders with a record of payments. I was good with figures and helped him regularly with such tasks. The merchant business in which he was a partner with his cousin, whom we called Uncle Nicolae, kept the two of them much occupied. Gogu sat on the desk, keeping himself to himself, though once or twice I caught his silent voice—the one only I could hear.You’re upset, Jena.“Mmm,” I murmured, not wanting to get into a real conversation with him while both Father and his secretary, Gabriel, were in the room. My family didn’t truly believe that I sometimes knew what Gogu was thinking. Even my sisters, who had long ago accepted that this was no ordinary frog, thought that I was deluding myself—putting my own words into the frog’s mouth, perhaps. I knew that was wrong. I’d had Gogu since I was a small girl, and the things he told me definitely didn’t come from my own head.Don’t be sad. Tonight is Full Moon.“I can’t help it, Gogu. I’m worried. Now hush, or Father will hear me.”Father was trying to write a letter. He kept coughing, and in between bouts he struggled to catch his breath. Tomorrow he would be leaving on a journey to the port of Constan¸ta, in the milder climate of the Black Sea coast. His doctor had told him, sternly, that if he tried to get through another winter at Piscul Dracului in his present ill health, he would be dead before the first buds opened on the oaks. We five sisters would be looking after the place on our own, right through the winter. Of course, Uncle Nicolae would help with the business, and Florica and Petru with the house and farm. It was not so much the extra responsibility that troubled me. Father was away often enough on business and we had coped before, though not for so long. What chilled me was the thought that when we said goodbye in the morning, it might be forever.At supper we were all quiet. I was thinking about what Father had confided to Tati and me earlier. Up till then, none of us had mentioned the possibility that Father might die of this illness, for to say that aloud would be to put the unthinkable into words. But Father had wanted his eldest daughters to be prepared for whatever might happen. Should he die before any of us girls married and bore a son, he’d explained, both Piscul Dracului and Father’s share of the business would go to Uncle Nicolae, as the closest male relative. We were not to worry. If the worst should occur, Uncle Nicolae would see we were provided for.Uncle Nicolae’s family home was called Vârful cu Negur?a: Storm Heights. His house was quite grand, set on a hillside and surrounded by birch and pine forest. He ran a prosperous farm and a timber business, as well as the trading ventures that had made him wealthy. When we were little, we had lived in the merchant town of Bra¸sov, and Vârful cu Negur?a had been a place we visited as a special treat. It was hard to say what I had loved best about it: the dark forest, the forbidden lake, or the excitement of playing with our big cousins, who were both boys.But there was no doubt at all what Father had loved. Next door to Vârful cu Negur?a was Piscul Dracului, Devil’s Peak. Father had first seen the empty, crumbling castle, set on a high spur of rock, when he was only a boy. Our father was an unusual kind of person, and as soon as he clapped eyes on Piscul Dracului he wanted to live there. There’d been nobody to inherit the ruin and the tract of wildwood that went with it; perhaps the many strange tales attached to the place had frightened people away. The owner had died long ago. Florica and Petru had been custodians of the place for years, looking after the empty chambers and eking out a living from the small farm, for they were hardworking, thrifty folk.Father had waited a long time to achieve his dream. He had worked hard, married, and fathered daughters, bought and sold, scrimped and saved. When he’d set enough silver aside from his merchant ventures, trading in silk carpets and bear skins, spices and fine porcelain, he’d quietly paid a large sum to an influential voivode, gone into partnership with Uncle Nicolae, and moved our family into Piscul Dracului.I think Mother would have preferred to stay in Bra¸sov, for she feared the tales folk told about the old castle. It looked as if it had grown up out of the forest, with an assortment of bits and pieces sprouting from every corner: tiny turrets, long covered walkways, squat round towers, arches, and flagpoles. The eccentric nobleman who had built it had probably been someone just like Father. People seldom ventured into the forest around Piscul Dracului. There was a lake deep within the wildwood, a place unofficially known as the Deadwash, though its real name was prettier: T?aul Ielelor, Lake of the Nymphs. Every family had a dark story about the Deadwash. We got ours soon after we moved into the castle. When I was five years old, my cousin Costi—Uncle Nicolae’s eldest son—drowned in T?aul Ielelor. I was there when it happened. The things folk said about the lake were true.Before Father became so ill, Tati and I had scarcely given a thought to such weighty matters as what might happen to Piscul Dracului, with no son to inherit our father’s property. My elder sister was a dreamer, and I had a different kind of future in mind for myself: one in which I would work alongside my father, traveling and trading and seeing the world. Marriage and children were secondary in my scheme of things. Now—with Father’s cough ringing in our ears, and his white face regarding us across the supper table—they had become a frightening reality. I remembered Aunt Bogdana saying that sixteen was the ideal age for a young woman to wed. Tati was already in her seventeenth year; I was only one year younger.Father went off to bed as soon as the meal was over; he’d hardly touched his food. The others disappeared to our bedchamber, but I waited for Florica to bank up the fire in the big stove and for Petru to bolt the front door, and for the two of them to retire to their sleeping quarters. Then it was safe, and I ran up the stairs to our chamber, my worries set aside for now, my heart beating fast with an anticipation that was part joy, part fear. At last it was time.The long room we sisters shared had four round windows of colored glass: soft violet, blood-red, midnight-blue, beech-green. Beyond them the full moon was sailing up into the night sky. I put Gogu on a shelf to watch as I took off my working dress and put on my dancing gown, a green one that my frog was particularly fond of. Paula was calmly lighting our small lanterns, to be ready for the journey.With five girls, even the biggest bedchamber can get crowded. As Tati fastened the hooks on my gown, I watched Iulia twirling in front of the mirror. She was thirteen now, and developing the kind of curvaceous figure our Mother had had. Her gown was of cobalt silk and she had swept her dark curls up into a circlet of ribbon butterflies. We had become clever, over the years, in our use of the leftovers from Father’s shipments. He was good at what he did, but buying Piscul Dracului had eaten up a lot of his funds and, even in partnership with his wealthy cousin, he was still making up for lost ground. I saw the books every day—he had been unable to conceal from me that finances remained very tight. We sisters had to improvise. We made one new dancing gown anytime a cargo contained a little more of a certain fabric than the buyer had requested. I wore Tati’s hand-me-downs; Paula wore mine. Iulia, with her fuller figure, did rather better, because she could not fit into either Tati’s clothes or mine. All the same, she complained; she would have liked a whole wardrobe of finery. Tati was clever with her needle, and adjusted old things of Mother’s to fit her. Mother was gone. We had lost her when our youngest sister was born. Stela was only five—easy to dress.From the Hardcover edition.

Editorial Reviews

Starred review, School Library Journal, February 2007:
"Strong characters, two fully realized settings, and a fast-moving plot guarantee that readers will be spellbound by this page-turner."

From the Hardcover edition.