From a New York Times bestselling author, a fresh, female-centered take on the Robin Hood legend in which a young noblewoman, like the legendary hero, becomes an outlaw fighting for social justice. Perfect for fans of Marissa Meyer and Sarah J. Maas. When sixteen-year-old Silvie’s brother takes over management of their family’s vast estates, Silvie feels powerless to stop his abuse of the local commoners. Her dearest friend asks her to run away to the woods with him, and soon a host of other villagers join them. Together, they form their own community and fight to right the wrongs perpetrated by the king and his noblemen. Perfect for fans of fairy tale retellings or anyone who loves a strong female lead, this gorgeously written take on the Robin Hood tale goes beyond the original’s focus on economic justice to explore love, gender, the healing power of nature, and what it means to be a family. But when taking from the rich to give to the poor is no longer enough, what must an outlaw queen become? Robin Hood Retelling: In this female-centered twist on the classic legend, Lady Silvie of Loughsley trades her noble life for the dangers of the forest to protect her people. - Strong Female Lead: Powerless against her cruel brother inside the castle walls, Silvie discovers a new kind of strength as she leads a band of outcasts and fights for justice. - Friends to Lovers: She runs away with her childhood friend Bird, but their deep bond is tested as the line between loyalty and love begins to blur in their new life. - Outlaw Heroine: When her community is threatened, Silvie must decide what lines she’s willing to cross to become the leader they need. "A fiercely female, feminist take on the traditional legend....A lush, lovely exploration of the bonds of a community as one girl learns about her own privilege, and, eventually, her strength." - Booklist (starred review)  "This book brings to light a strong female lead who learns the meaning of caring about others in the community...a great read with parallels to current events." - School Library Journal " The inspiring ethos, brisk pace, and genuinely thrilling climax all hold attention." - Kirkus Reviews Betsy Cornwell is the New York Times best-selling author of  The Circus Rose,  The Forest Queen,   Mechanica, Venturess, and Tides.  She graduated from Smith College and was a columnist and editor at Teen Ink before receiving an MFA in creative writing from Notre Dame, where she also taught fiction. She now lives in Ireland with her son. www.betsycornwell.com Instagram: @BetsyCornwell Prologue High in the trees of Woodshire Forest on a sunny day, the light doesn’t seem to come from above you at all. Light springs out of the leaves there, a round robin of tree and sky: it streams off every twig, drips into the edges of each ebbing shadow until the whole canopy floods with gold, until the air itself smells like light, bittersweet and fresh. You can drown in green sunshine up there.      Bird and I used to swim in it every day. We’d climb the trees right up to the very top, or at least, as close as we could get. As we grew older, the young branches on the treetops started snapping under our weight. By the time we were ten we couldn’t quite get above the canopy anymore.      I was bigger than Bird then, and I always told him he should still go up without me. But he never did.      “Why climb a tree at all if you won’t go as high as you can?” I asked him the first few times. He just grinned at me.      Eventually I stopped asking. In truth, I’d have missed him if he’d climbed higher than I could follow; he was always my favorite company, and I his. Like trees and sunshine, Bird and me, although I couldn’t tell you who was which.      I think that’s what bothered John first—?long before he took over the estate, before he became sheriff or tried to marry me off or anything else that happened. Just that I preferred Bird to him.      John never climbed the trees with us. But sometimes he would wait on the ground as we climbed, and I could feel his gaze on the backs of my legs, watching. AUTUMN ONE Chasing the Hart The huntswoman sounded her horn, and hounds rushed like water around our horses’ feet.      I leaned forward over my mare’s neck and let out a steady breath as we jumped the stream. She landed lightly, our speed barely breaking, and we plunged ahead with the rest of the party.      I heard a falcon’s cry and looked back just in time to see the great raptor spread her wings and push off from Bird’s leather-gloved hand. Seraph flashed into the green ocean above us and my friend grinned, tucking the falcon’s hood into his sleeve.      I felt the huge muscles under me tighten and I looked ahead to see the fallen tree my horse was about to jump. This time I wasn’t ready, and I had my breath knocked from me on her landing as punishment. One of her ears flicked back in reassurance or annoyance, and I felt a reminding tug on the reins I alw