Friday, October 9, 2015

Razzmorten Helps Lay Plans

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"King Neron's message globe is stunning," said Captain Bernard from under his bushy brow as he tossed a wide-eyed look at Razzmorten. "I've heard tell, but I've never before seen the like."
Razzmorten gave a polite but sober nod.
"This is bad news for the Elves," said Bernard as he began pacing about the room, "I mean, this is plain bad news altogether. There'll be a lot more Elves die over this, sure
enough, but I can think of two things right now which are bad for us. Oilean Gairdin and
Jutland may be all Elves, but it's on us. They're part of Niarg, so if Spitemorta and
Demonica sent the trolls in there, they've just attacked us. And the other thing is, by
doing so they look like they could very well be trying to get us to divide our army in order
to make it easy for them to attack Niarg proper." He paused to look at Minuet, who was
studying him keenly, smiling in a way that seemed to be covering up a smoldering flame.
Razzmorten was not letting on. Minuet ran the flat of her hand over the table top, then
looked up, ready to hear more.
"I'm sure that King Hebraun would have the same thing to say," he said as he shifted the hilt of his saber and resumed pacing. "It is obvious, after all. And he'd waste no time sending out a strike force, particularly if Prince Lukus and his family are having to flee..."
"So is it your opinion then, Captain," said Razzmorten, "that Spitemorta and Demonica are indeed doing this in order to strike Niarg?"
"Well sir, everything certainly looks that way. I'd even say so beyond any doubt whatsoever, except that I simply can't imagine what they're going to use for an army. My
word! We slew well neigh thirteen thousand of them at Ashmore, and you said yourself,
my Queen," he said, turning to her with a nod, "that there was narrowly a man between
six 'n' ten and sixty to be seen out and about when you scryed Goll."
220px-Woman_redhead_natural_portrait_1"Yes," said Minuet, standing up at once with a slap of the table top to begin pacing her own tight circle beside the one Bernard had been following. "It seems obvious that you are indeed onto something, Captain, and I can certainly guess what they're going to use as an army. We may have slain theirs, but we have not done a single thing to cripple them magically. If we send troops to aid Oilean Gairdin, she's very likely to make a magical strike against Niarg."
"Oh, they could be all set to launch a magical attack if we send aid to the Elves," said Razzmorten with a screech of his chair on the stone floor, "and it sure seems like they'd have to be, particularly if we're thinking in terms of armies, but..."
John Dee sm"'If we're thinking in terms of armies?' What else would we possibly be thinking in terms of?" said Minuet. "What better time would there be for a magical strike against Niarg than when we have sent away a substantial part of our army?"
"Oh, there would indeed be no better time if Goll were actually using an army," he said as he removed his spectacles and fogged their lenses with his breath. "But if they wanted to cripple Niarg with a magical strike, they would want to destroy as much of our army as they could with one blow, so they'd want us all right here."
"But why wouldn't they want to get us and the Elves together when we went to their aid?" said Minuet as she took a seat next to him.
"Because it would leave us able to launch a retaliatory strike with the troops which stayed here," boomed Bernard as he found the chair across from the two of them and sat with a rattle of chain mail.
"Then we need to be moving!" said Minuet with a fiery tone.
Razzmorten nodded and looked over his spectacles at Bernard.
"I'll call the troops and we'll be underway before first light," he said with a decisive nod, slapping the table with his gauntlet as he rose and tramped out the door.
Ch. 12, The Burgeoning

Carol Marrs Phipps & Tom Phipps

Wednesday, October 7, 2015

Yann-Ber Meets Rotten Mouth

Yann-Ber awoke stiff and cold amongst a forest of rotted barrel staves beside the middenstead of a tavern. He was surprised that he had fallen asleep whiling away the afternoon. Moving around was arduous, so when he had felt that he was where it would be convenient to be after dark, he had sat down to spend his time until nightfall. It was now fully dark and the waning moon gave very little light, but that was to his liking. He struggled painfully to his feet and slowly found his way around to the front of the tavern where he hoped to find leads to the wizard.
He stood in the shadows near enough to the street that he could make out the name, "Black Dragon" on the sign bearing a relief carving of a dragon that hung out over the street in front of the door.In a short time that seemed like a small eternity to him, one of the patrons staggered out into the street. There was no doubt that the man was quite drunk.
DSC03671.JPG.opt388x631o0,0s388x631"Good sir!" called out Yann-Ber, as he limped out of the shadows. "I was wondering if you could tell me where I might be able find this fellow I'm a-looking for?"
The drunk stopped short and swayed as he squinted into the darkness. "Well, doggone it!" he called out, as he jerked at his own posture. "Who the ding-dong blazes is there? Show yourself and maybe I can."
"Sir," said Yann-Ber, coming closer. "There's a fellow, maybe you could help me find..."
"Well, damn!" declared the drunk in a tone that sounded like recognition. "Damned if you don't sound like someone who just got off the boat from Head. Now Head! You don't say. So, you're from Head?"
"Actually I am. You're quite observant." Yann-Ber had started to hide his face with his hood, but now he could see that the fellow was in such a condition that he wouldn't be having problems with appearances. "My name is John. John James. I'm right sorry to trouble..."
"Hey. Now tell me. Are you from Head?"
"Yes, as I said..."
"Really? You're from Head? Well damn."
"Yes, I just..."
"You got a funny name for a Headlander. John?" The drunk was now steadying himself with a fist full of Yann-Ber's sleeve. "Hunh! John James. Ought to be Padrig or Remont. Hey, how come you ain't Jakez?"
"Very well, you're right, I could be called Yann Jakez in Head, but right now I'm searching for a wizard by the name of Razzmorten..."
"Whoa! Now you don't fool around...Jakez. Now you just go right to the top."
"Well, I'd certainly like to. I understand Razzmorten lives in Niarg, but I have no idea where. Have you any idea, good sir?"
The drunk grabbed Yann-Berr's other sleeve as well. "Hain't nobody here 'bouts who don't know whoRazzmorten be," he cackled through rotten teeth with breath that would have scared the old sow.
"Then," said Yann-Berr, when he dared breathe again, "you know where I might find him?"
"Ah! Well sir," said the drunk, reaching under his filthy shirt to scratch his sallow melon of a belly, "been having a hard time thinking straight without a dram or a pint, you know. Scarcely knew which way home was when I came out here..."
"That's not hard to imagine, Rotten Mouth," thought Yann-Ber. "So then," he said, speaking out grandly. "How would a pint inside suit your memory?" He glanced at the door of the Black Dragon and wondered if they could make it in to a dark corner without the clean and proper going crazy at the sight of them. Rotten Mouth was already happily staggering his way back into the tavern.
old_medieval_wino_metal_star_by_duster132-d4il9yeRotten Mouth found a table in a far corner at once. Directly an obese tavern maid came by, squinting at them as though she'd prefer dealing with the pair of them at the end of a manure fork, but she took their order adroitly and returned right away with two pints of light dry mead. Rotten Mouth seized his and guzzled it half down before wiping his mouth on his sleeve and speaking: "Razzmorten is the king's father-in-law. He lives in the tallest tower of Castle Niarg."
Yann-Ber immediately slid his mead across the table to Rotten Mouth and stood up, carefully adjusting his hood before wending his way out. Outside the doorway, the wind had picked up, rocking the tavern's sign. Dry leaves skittered along the street. He remembered seeing the castle due west in the daylight. He made straight for it in the darkness, determined not to let his tortured legs so much as pause until he got there.
Stone_Heart_Cover_for_KindleYann-Ber meets Rotten Mouth in Ch 8 of Stone Heart, third book of The Heart of the Staff.

Carol Marrs Phipps & Tom Phipps

Monday, October 5, 2015

Who is Spark?


Good_Sister,_Bad_Sis_Cover_for_Kindle Spark is a fireless, featherless and flightless dragon, the husband of Lipperella and the father of Laora. Spark and Lipperella were rendered featherless by the wizard Razzorbauch and the sorceress Demonica when they rounded up most of the dragons in the Mammvro of the Dark Continent and hauled them across the sea to harvest sukere on Razzorbauch's vast plantation on the Northern Continent in Good Sister, Bad Sister.
Stone_Heart_Cover_for_KindleThe_Collector_Witch_Cover_for_KindleSpark's firelessness was considered contemptible by the other dragons for a time and he was exiled to the Peppermint Forest prior to The Collector Witch. After the death of Razzorbauch, he returned and married the dragon clan's Truth Teller, Lipperella. By a fortunate accident, neither Spark nor Lipperella were rendered sterile when they lost their feathers, as were the rest of the dragons, so they were able to produce the only offspring possible for the entire clan, in Stone Heart. And without Razzorbauch's terrible spells, these offspring had feathers and could fly.
Spark and Lipperella became instrumental in coaxing the dragons to give up hating humans and to become important allies of the Kingdom of Niarg and formidable foes of Queen Spitemorta in The BurgeoningThe Reaper Witch and in Doomthe final book of the Heart of the Staff series.
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Friday, October 2, 2015

Lance Communes with Longbark

08-10-30thingsMedieval2"Wait, Lance!" hollered Celeste. "Ther nis no poynt! Hee can nat nowher ga, and hee wolden out heere a vexynge distourbaunce ybe. We need with Longbark for to speken, and quyet hit most ybe. Thou needist with us for to sytte."
Lance jogged right back. "But, Mothers, Longbark has never spoken with me. Wouldn't it be better for me to keep Abaddon out of mischief while the three of you find out what she has to say?"


"Na," said Celeste. "Longbark spekith to thos who konnen heere. Perchaunce now thou kanst if with us thou sittest and as weo do soo doeth. And if thou trewly to heere hir wysshest, in tyme thou certeynly shal."
"Truly?" said Lance with wonder in his voice. He had always been awed by their speaking with the trees.
memling1Celeste and Alvita took his hands as Nacea took Celeste's other hand and all of them stood in silence for a very long spell, facing Longbark's trunk. Presently, Celeste bowed her head as she rested the palm of her hand on her bark. Lance also rested his hand against her trunk the moment he saw Alvita and Nacea doing likewise. Celeste slowly kneeled, dragging her hand down the trunk, followed by the rest of them. There they stayed for a very long time. Once in a while one of the mothers would rest her forehead against the trunk. "Na i drio ateb eich cwestiwn..." said Celeste in Old Niarg, and then fell silent for a very, very long time. Much later, Lance heard her say: "Bydd angen cywiro'r camgymeriadau..."
Painting of a young woman by bartholomaeus bruyn the elderFor a much longer spell all was silent. Lance noticed that his legs, which had fallen asleep long ago, felt that they had somehow taken root into the earth and it felt quite good. Suddenly he was aware that a kindly and comforting presence had been within him for some time. One by one, various perplexing matters that had been taxing him were resolved and set aside at last. Far, far away he could hear Celeste murmuring: "Oes gynnoch chi rywbeth arbennig mewn golwg?" and after a long while: "Oedd y syniad ynun da, neu a fedrwch chi feddwl am un gwell?"
He had felt chilly for quite some time and was suddenly aware of Celeste taking him by the hand and slowly rising with him as he struggled to get onto his feet. Still holding hands, the four of them made their way without a word through the weeds back to the lava tube. Lance had the queer sensation that the sun was in the wrong place. "I swear it seems earlier than when we brought Abby out here," he said, just before they entered the tunnel.
"Wel, thou canst righte certeyn be that hit trewly lattir than hit was erlyer ybe," said Nacea.
"Longbark is so profoundly wise and understanding," he said as he paused to have a last bewildered look at the sun.
The_Burgeoning_Cover_for_KindleCeleste, Alvita and Nacea each nodded at him.

Carol Marrs Phipps & Tom Phipps

Wednesday, September 30, 2015

Arwr the Diatryma Smashes a Smallie


imagesIt took all of Fuzz's concentration to just hang on and to adjust to the speed at first, but soon he could see that Arwr was far more agile than any unicorn, sprinting between the trees without coming close to a single one of them. Somehow Arwr managed to anticipate their trunks as they came, so that he and Taflu were not thrown from side to side. Soon he could plainly see that even though he had never traveled through the woods so fast in his life, it was quite safe to not hang on tight anymore. As he relaxed, he saw that he was not being whipped by the twigs and branches of the underbrush, as he would be if he were astride a unicorn. Instead of rocking endlessly above a pounding gallop, Arwr seemed to glide, disconnected from the ground, as he kept up a steady, pat... pat... pat... pat... pat... pat... pat... over the leaves on the forest floor. "For a bird confined to the ground, he sure knows how to fly," he thought.
Bounding along creeks and ridges and over hogbacks, the woods flew quickly by. They were not far into the afternoon when Fuzz realized to his astonishment that they were passing through Mary's part of the woods. He wondered if she were still in her cavern with Myrtlebell and Edward, or if they had already started for the Dragon Caves. He was quite tempted to stop and see, but the need to reach the Heart before the Gobblers or Demonica's spies found it would have to come first. He said nothing as he studied the trees, watching the countryside pass by. Suddenly he recognized that they had entered the Chokewoods. "The change isn't so sudden anymore," he thought. "In fact, there's hardly any change at all. This is Chokewood, because I know the lay of the land. I didn't even notice when we ran out of peppermint trees." He gave a huge sigh, thinking of the changes taking place in the Peppermint. He doubted if there would be any difference at all between the Peppermint and Chokewood by the end of the year. In spite of all his years of despair from being held prisoner there, he felt a profound sadness.
Without warning, they were ringed by a chattering carpet of vermilion, pouring round them from the feet of the trees. Taflu took flight. "Smallies!" cried Fuzz at the very moment that Arwr came to a rigid halt.
"!" boomed Arwr as he suddenly flashed the brilliant red and yellow which had been hidden in the flight feathers of his wings and tail. The smallies froze. "Oooooooff...vooov...vooob!" he boomed, snatching up the nearest smallie with his beak. With a furious swing, he dashed out its brains against the root of a choke oak, and with three violent gulps swallowed it whole as every one of his feathers stood out straight. With the sound of windy popping sheets, he flashed his fiery crimson wings as he lowered his head and glowered, snapping his beak.
For a moment, the smallies drew back and stood transfixed in utter silence. In short order, a rustling wave spread out through their numbers and the entire hoard surged toward them. "Fates!" cried Fuzz. "This is it!"
Ch. 12, Stone Heart  (Click on Title or Book Image to Download FREE from Amazon)Stone_Heart_Cover_for_Kindle
Carol Marrs Phipps and Tom Phipps

Monday, September 28, 2015

Who is Queen Spitemorta?

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Queen Spitemorta of Goll is the beautiful raven haired daughter of the witch known as Ugleeuh, the granddaughter of the evil sorceress Demonica and the mother of Abaddon. She is secretly given by Ugleeuh to King Brutelee and Queen Bee of Goll to raise. As soon as she is grown, she poisons Brutlee and Bee, assumes the throne of Goll and marries King James of Loxmere. 
When the news reaches Pennvro on the Dark Continent that Spitemorta is on the throne and has the First Wizard's Great Staff, in Stone Heart, Demonica kills and replaces Abaddon's nanny and begins plying Spitemorta with a strategy of world conquest, which requires finding the Crystal Heart of the Staff in order to have the needed power. In time they do find the Heart and set out to conquer Niarg and the rest of the world, thereby fulfilling the first part of the Elven Prophecy.  

Discovering that Spitemorta is a dangerous sorceress when she destroys her own nation's main cash crop and begins addressing her subjects with crystal skinwelerio├╣ to incite them to go to war with their peaceful neighbors, in The Burgeoning, James hides Abaddon from her and tries to flee Castle Goll. She captures and tortures him and throws him into the dungeon.
Years before, when Spitemorta is still a princess in The Collector Witch, it is she whose vicious rumor sends Rose into the perils of the Chokewoods in search of her identity, and she who takes away the Staff from Ugleeuh's frantic grasp. And in spite of her lifelong reputation for cold bloodedness, she is assumed to be the granddaughter of the benevolent wizard Razzmorten, until far away in the volcanic cauldron of Mount Bed, the great oak tree Longbark touches Abaddon and determines that he is actually the great-grandson of the evil sorcerer Razzorbauch.
The Reaper Witch 01 copyAs her power grows, Spitemorta's fits of wanton destruction and murder soon have the Jutland Elves calling her Baineor Buile Cailli, The Reaper Witch, as they, James,  Abaddon and the diatrymas flee her for their very lives into the Wilderlands.

DoomWith the murder of her husband, King Artamus of Gwael, Queen Spitemorta at last rules the known world. She declares herself Omnipotent Empress and moves into her monstrous new castle in Niarg. And with her tools of power, the Great Staff and Crystal Heart, she believes she is invincible in Doom, the final book in the series.

Carol Marrs Phipps & Tom Phipps

Wednesday, September 23, 2015

New Cover Reveal for Heart of the Staff: Complete Series

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We are excited to reveal our fabulous new cover, designed by our amazing graphic artist, Marija Vilotijevic, for our Heart of the Staff: Complete Series.

Monday, September 21, 2015

Tandem Bicycle as a Writing Tool

When I was really little, my mom told me that somewhere there was a little girl who was going to be my wife. When I was fifteen, I got carried away and drew her. Years later when I met Carol, I had this eerie feeling that I already knew her.
We were married at once. When I was helping her move her things in, I was stopped short by the sight of a photograph. "Who on earth is that?" I said.
"Why that's me, when I was a senior in high school," she said, looking puzzled.
"Well, the reason for my stupid remark is that the picture happens to be the very drawing I made once of the girl of my dreams, only it's a photograph!"
We  commemorated our wedding by buying the tandem bicycle which we still ride in the morning on the days when we do our best writing. Some things do indeed work better together than separate, don't you think?
 Tom Phipps

Friday, September 18, 2015

Who is Razzmorten?

Razzmorten Dewin, the good wizard who is an important player throughout our epic series Heart of the Staff, is born to the First Wizard and his mistress Gwenyth, three hundred and fifty years before his grandchildren, Rose and Lukus of the House of Niarg. The First Wizard wielded enormous magical power because his father was an Elf and his mother was a Human (a race of human in our use). Razzmorten's twin brother is the evil wizard Razzorbauch, who turns the Forest Primeval into the Chokewoods and himself into a crop burning dragon in Good Sister, Bad Sister.
Razzmorten marries the good lady Blodeuwedd, who dies giving birth to his first daughter Minuet. He hires Demonica to be Minuet's nanny. After a time, he marries her. She gives birth to Ugleeuh whilst he is away and vanishes with the crystal Heart from Castle Niarg, leaving him to raise his two daughters by himself.
JosephWright-Alchemist-CroppedWhen a great plague comes to Niarg in Good Sister, Bad Sister, he discovers and produces a cure. Ugleeuh has designs on Niarg's Prince Hebraun. However, Hebraun takes an interest in Minuet. When King Henry announces their betrothal, he makes Razzmorten the Wizard to the Crown for his saving Niarg from the pestilence. Ugleeuh vanishes for a few years. When she returns to Niarg with her powers dangerously well developed to find Minuet and Hebraun married and attempts to murder them, Razzmorten creates powerful magical wards to protect Niarg from her, confining her to the Chokewoods.
When Minuet's children, Rose and Lukus are in their teens in The Collector Witch, they stumble onto Ugleeuh in in her part of the Chokewoods, amusing herself by flying about on a broom. She holds them captive at once and tries to use them to buy her freedom by sending her crow to Razzmorten with an extortion note for the Crown. Razzmorten promises Minuet that he will do what ever it takes to protect them. When Ugleeuh catches them attempting to flee, her own daughter Spitemorta appears at the scene to make off with her broom.
The Last ChapterSpitemorta murders her adoptive parents in order to assume the throne of Goll. The handle of her new broom turns out to be the Great Staff of Power which was taken from the great everwaking oak Longbark by the First Wizard. When word of the Staff in Spitemorta's hands reaches Demonica, across the sea on Head in Stone Heart, she goes to Goll to be the new nanny of Spitemorta's son. Soon she and Spitemorta are off on a hunt for the great crystal Heart of the Staff. Meanwhile Razzmorten, Rose and Lukus go back to the Chokewoods see just how much Ugleeuh's magic has faded to find Fuzz the bear trying frantically to keep the Heart out of Spitemorta and Demonica's hands. When Razzmorten's party and Fuzz begin traveling together, they are waylaid by Spitemorta and Demonica who blow the head off of one of the party, put Razzmorten into a coma, crippling his powers, and grab up the Heart from the ground where it has fallen. With the Heart and the Staff, Spitemorta and Demonica at last have tools powerful enough to plan the conquest of the world.
When Razzmorten comes out of his coma, he believes that since Spitemorta and Demonica are likely to fear being stopped by another half Elf-half Human like the First Wizard, they will seek to destroy every Elf alive before turning on Niarg. He sets about searching for ways to stop them whilst his powers slowly return.
Demonica introduces to Spitemorta the skinweler, a sphere of catoptrolite crystal, so that she can control the minds of her subjects. She at once distributes Skinwelerio├╣ far and wide. In The Burgeoning they destroy Oilean Gairdin, sending the Elves fleeing into the Wilderlands before bringing down Castle Niarg and sending Razzmorten and Minuet into the Pitmaster's Kettles to seek refuge under the mountains with the three Fairy sisters.
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Razzmorten continues to be instrumental in The Reaper Witch and Doom.
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