Wednesday, July 30, 2014

Ceidwad the Diatryma Reads Razzmorten's Comatose Mind

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Part Seven
Without a word, Arwr, Lladdwr and Ceidwad sped away, pat, pat, patting over the leaves with Tors galloping furiously to keep up. Arwr lead them single file along the beginnings of a creek that was soon flanked with rock outcroppings which before long formed a deep hollow. Without the slightest hesitation to puzzle over landmarks, he took them directly to the foot of a huge sheer faced bluff of slate grey rocks which formed an overhang several rods long. At the back of the overhang a small cave ran in under the rock. In short order they had Razzmorten and Mary laid out on pallets of leaves.
Lukus knelt by Razzmorten and laid his hand on the old fellow's forehead. He closed his eyes and quickly set about calming himself as he had been taught in order to ready his images (5)magical energies to flow into his grandfather. He let these drain away until he began feeling the inevitable exhaustion which signaled where he must stop. He had no choice now but to rest before going any further. He opened his eyes and studied Razzmorten for any sign of success. He shook his head in weary dismay as he looked up at the hopeful faces gathered 'round him.
"I see no change at all," he said. "I'll have to eat and rest a bit, before I can try again." He stood up on wobbly legs and clenched his teeth. "I can find nothing wrong with him at all. I wish I could read his mind. Then he could tell me what's wrong."
"I can do that for you," said Ceidwad, lowering her head to peer into the cave.
"You diatrymas read minds?" he said, suddenly thinking about what she was saying.
"Yes."
"But why didn't you say so long before now?" he said before realizing that he just might sound as though he were making accusations.
"It wasn't possible with us fleeing for our lives," she said solemnly. "Mind to mind contact 4F14BB4B9with one who is unconscious is delicate business. It takes time and it's always best
to see if the unconsciousness one will come around on his own."
"Why? said Lukus. "Is it dangerous?"
"Not done right, no."
"So you have a certain expertise?" he said, glancing at Rose.
"I'd not attempt such a thing without being confident. Of course, I'll only proceed if you wish."
Lukus looked at Rose. She turned aside to Fuzz and Myrtlbell who each nodded encouragingly.
"Please do, Ceidwad," said Lukus. "We'll never know unless you do."
"Then please carry him to the mouth of the cave," she said, "we never go inside."
As soon as they got him moved, she slowly settled onto her keel, fluffed her feathers and gently laid her huge ebony beak across his forehead. After shifting her head a little, this way and that, she blinked a couple of times and then closed her eyes. Hubba Hubba leant so far forward on Rose's shoulder while watching that he tumbled off and landed on the cave floor with a feathery plop. Pebbles flew down beside him as he picked himself up and gave a shake of his feathers. Taflu snickered, but sobered at once at a look from Fuzz.
images"Do all diatrymas read minds, Lladdwr?" whispered Rose.
"Generally only the hens amongst us," he said softly. "They listen in on the dreams of our eggs and thereafter they keep track of the chicks in dead silence in the face of danger and while they forage."
"Then her mind reading won't heal?"
"I'm afraid it doesn't, at least nothing beyond the reassurance it gives. But Ceidwad will be able to tell you what ails them and find out what needs to be done."
At last, Ceidwad stood up and turned to face everyone, singling out Rose and Lukus.
"Your grandfather will survive and will indeed wake up in due time," she said, "but I've no idea at all how long that will be. Those bolts from the sorceresses were much like lightening. If one is struck by lightening, he either dies right then and there or he's left in a coma for who knows how long. Could be just a few hours; could be days. They got big jolts. Your Grandfather believes that they are both very lucky to have survived. They should be dead. In fact, he wonders if Demonica and Spitemorta deliberately let them live for some reason. So there's no damage, but I'd allow that he'll be asleep for some time to come."
"Oh thank you!" said Rose, as she hugged Ceidwad, muffling a sob in her fluffy neck feathers "You've spared us so much worry."
Ceidwad rattled her beak through Rose's hair as Hubba Hubba hopped onto Razzmorten's chest and walked up his beard to point one eye at his face. He stood there for a moment, then trotted back down his beard and flew to Lukus's shoulder. "He doesn't look any different at all, Lukus."
"I'm not worried now," said Lukus as he scratched Hubba Hubba's head. "Two very wise birds have just told us he'll recover, so I know he will."Stone_Heart_Cover_for_Kindle
"Righty-o!" he said with a proud flap of his wings and a whistle. He shook his feathers. "Now you're catching on."
"Absolutely," said Lukus.
Ch. 19, Stone Heart  (Click on Title or book image to download FREE from Amazon)

Carol Marrs Phipps and Tom Phipps

Monday, July 28, 2014

The Day My Brother Became My Hero

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It has been far too long to remember just what I was doing out in the yard amongst the bees and the dandelions, but it was a glorious spring day. I looked up at a rattle of bicycle fenders to see one of my brother’s chums hop from his bike, leaving its wheel spinning in the grass. "Hey Cricket!" he called, trotting straight up to my brother.

"Hey, what's up, Ronnie?" I hollered.

They weren't about to notice a six year old girl. After all, they were all of nine or ten. The screen door to the kitchen clacked shut behind them. I was on my feet at once to find out what they were up to.

"Yea?" said Mom, planting her ball of dough on the bread board as I stepped inside. "And Ronnie's welcome to stay here and play all afternoon if he wants."

"But how can he show me his new puppy? His puppy's at his house. That's why he came to get me."

"Take your sister if she wants to go..."

"No way!"

"Or stay here."

"She ruins everything," he said, throwing down his cap. "Can't she go to Kay's or something?"

"They're gone for a week, kiddo," she said, rolling out her dough this way and that. "So how about it Carol? Want to go with Greg and Ronnie to see a new puppy?"

"Sure," I said, in spite of Greg's smoldering look as they tramped out the door.

"You need shoes."

"Can I wear my brand-new red tennis shoes?"

"Oh...try to keep them clean."

"Goodie!" I cried as I dashed over to their cardboard box on the closet floor to sniff at their new rubber before tying them mercilessly tight, since they were a full size too large. I watched my two feet walk as I stepped outside.

"I'm ready," I said as I caught up with Greg and Ronnie at the end of the lane.

They kept their backs to me and set out, trading mumbles.

"Hey!" I cried, clopping to keep up. "This isn't the way to Ronnie's house. Mom's going to..."

Suddenly Greg wheeled about, giving me a shove that nearly knocked me off balance. "No she isn't, or I'll fix you up a whole lot worse."

"Why would she ever find out?" I said, knowing in my bones that I was still going to pay for this.           

“Good! Just stay far enough behind us not to be nosy and keep your mouth shut.” And with that, he and Ronnie resumed their saunter down the buckled sidewalk, past the catbirds and the daffodils, and past the privet and the picket fence which was at last replaced by parking meters and paving brick. They walked into a dime store and bought some candy.

"Could I have some?" I said. "I didn't bring any money."

Greg took a big bite of his candy bar. "Then you don't get any," he said, thrusting his chewing mouth into my face.

They looked at boy's toys for some time and then went to the park to spend the afternoon, playing baseball. No one was about to let a girl play. I looked all about for clover in the grass to make bracelets, but there was none. I might have gone home, but Greg would get into trouble and take it out on me.

Presently it was past time to go and Ronnie was convinced that it was at least an hour late. "We'll take a shortcut," said Greg with a wave, as he set out at a brisk jog.
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I ran along after them until we wallowed through some daylilies and clambered up a bank to the tracks with my side aching. A green heron called, somewhere beyond the chorus of cricket frogs. I could scarcely keep up. I watched the white toes of my red tennis shoes come down upon tie after tie. Once in a while, I'd slip off a tie and stumble. I was falling behind. Just as I heard a train whistle, my toe slipped off the back of a tie into a deep hole, catching me hopelessly fast by the heel and setting me down hard. There was the whistle again. I couldn't begin to reach my laces. Greg and Ronnie were getting too far away to hear. White hot terror flooded me as I yanked and yanked on my leg.

Suddenly they were running for me, wide eyed and waving their arms. "The train's behind you!" screamed Greg as he grabbed below my knee and pulled with everything he had. "You idiot sister!" he sobbed as Ronnie heaved from under my arms. Without warning, we were on our sides in the nodding weeds of the steep bank as the train raced by.
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"My shoe!" I wailed. 

Greg shot to his feet. "I'll get your damned shoe after the train's past," he said, furious that I'd brought tears to his eyes.

Mom met us at the screen door. "Just in time for supper," she said. "Did you have fun?"

"Yea," said Greg. "The uh, puppy's real cute and stuff."
           
"Can we get one sometime, Mom?" I caught Greg's eye. I could see that he was ’way more than merely glad that we got home. He might have had his awful moments, but he would certainly do for a brother.

Carol Marrs Phipps

Friday, July 25, 2014

Razzmorten Meets the Diatrymas

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Part Six
"Myrtlebell!" stammered Rose. "No, you can't mean... It can't be. I mean Fuzz just wouldn't... He knows how I feel about...well, I mean...he knows what she..."
"Rose," said Razzmorten with quiet firmness, as he gave her a steely eyed look from beneath his hoary brows. "I think it would be best to see Edward off to bed. He's been through a great lot these past few days and he truly needs your kind support. I believe we have quite enough information to begin a search for his mother and Fuzz, don't you?"
Rose gave a blank look before suddenly seeing how it all was. Just before she had grasped exactly how horrible she should feel, Edward tugged at her skirts with wide eyes.
"I didn't know you knew my momma. Why don't you like her, Rose? Momma is the bestest person in the whole world."
Razzmorten saw the frantically helpless expression on Rose's face. Satisfied that she appreciated the hole she had just dug herself, he came to her rescue. "Edward," he said as he knelt down to look him in the eye, "you may not realize it, but there are many women in the world named Myrtlebell. I don't think the Myrtlebell Rose knows is your momma or you know she would like her."
Edward knitted his brow as he considered, then he looked up at Rose.
"That's right, Edward," she said, brightened with relief. "Why, the Myrtlebell I knew could never have a child as bright and sweet as you." She knelt before him. "I'm sorry I upset you. Your mother couldn't be the Myrtlebell I knew."
Edward nodded wisely. "I wonder how somebody named Momma's name could be bad," he said, giving Rose a forgiving smile, "but somebody called Angel could be mean and awful." Then with a huge yawn, he lunged for her with a hug. "I'm really, really tired now."
"Right," said Rose, as she turned to Spark and Lipperella, who had been keenly watching everything as they dropped endless chunks of sukere down dragonet gullets. "Is there some place where Edward could sleep?"
Lipperella nodded and surprised Razzmorten by handing him her dish of sukere as she passed. "Gweltaz, could you do this for me?" he said. "I think it's urgent that I speak with the diatrymas. Kast, you say they refuse to come inside...?"
"They never do. They won't."
"You know about them. You spoke with them, would you take me up there right now andjohndee introduce me to them?"
Kast was on his feet immediately, heading for a cramped passage, scarcely larger than the dragon himself, hurrying along so quickly that Razzmorten nearly had to jog to keep up. Presently they came to a spiral stair, carved out of the limestone of the cavern, that led directly overhead to where the diatrymas had bedded down, side by side in the leaves beneath the leaning oaks. At their approach, the diatrymas raised their heads high in unison, but remained resting on their keel bones.
Meanwhile, Lipperella lead Rose and Edward to a small passage opening into a grotto with several pallets. "Guest quarters for our human friends," she said as she neatly lit a candle with a wee spurt of blue flame from between her lips, revealing the attractive suite.
"My!" said Rose in astonishment that at once made her feel awkward.
"I'll just leave you to tuck him in, then," said Lipperella graciously, as she turned to go back.
"Thank you," called out Rose belatedly.
Edward wasted no time sliding into the most inviting strange bed he had ever seen. Rose found a basin and full pitcher and washed his face and hands. He gave Rose one last smile. He needed another hug. Rose was simply too much like Myrtlebell not to be his chosen nanny. He began to snore softly even before Rose pulled the coverlet over him. She smiled at him in wonder then silently left his side, returning to the nursery to find the company waiting for Razzmorten to return from his visit to the diatrymas.
After some time they returned. Razzmorten sat down at once, rubbing the bridge of his nose.
"What did you find, Grandfather?" said Lukus.
"Stunning...absolutely stunning creatures, that's what."
"Comes with the feathers, Wiz," said Hubba Hubba, looking up suddenly from a serious preen.
"They could well be the most intelligent beings I've ever addressed. I truly believe they were making sure that I had all the information I needed to come to a decision, but they were exhausted from their long run, and once they saw that I had what I needed, they politely persuaded me to leave so they could sleep. They also plan on helping us."
"In my dealings with them, I've not known them to forget even the very most minor detail of anything," said Kast. "I daresay you'll be right thankful for their aid."
"They are almost certainly the adar taranus which Razzorbauch released from the rocks when he created the fudge volcano," said Razmorten. "If they be, then they are the ones he is said to have regretted turning loose."
"Certainly," said Lipperella. "As Truth-Bearer, I've had several occasions when I sought Stone_Heart_Cover_for_Kindlethem out in secret. Razzorbauch was never comfortable with the truth. Unfortunately they keep to themselves, so that over the years I've seldom seen them."
"Well, we seem to have no choice but to leave at once," said Razzmorten.
Ch. 10, Stone Heart

Carol Marrs Phipps & Tom Phipps

Wednesday, July 23, 2014

Razzmorten sets out to Ease Hubba Hubba's Mind

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Part Five
Razzmorten drew back the tall heavy curtain and tied it before stepping off the stool with a bound. Hubba Hubba winced at the sudden light. Razzmorten drug the screeching stool across the stone floor to the far side of the window before lunging onto it with one leg to grab for the other drape and tie it back. Hubba Hubba ruffled and shook off some of his stupor to glare resentfully at Razzmorten's cheery endeavors. He vastly preferred his wonderful dream about Pebbles to this blinding sunlight. "Thank you, old fart," he thought, settling his beak into his breast feathers with a shake of his head.
"What a beautiful day," declared Razzmorten as he peered out the window and took a deep breath.
"Yea. It will be when you close the drapes again," thought Hubba Hubba, as he wiggled his beak further into his breast feathers to close his eyes.
"What would you like for breakfast, fruit or vegetables?" said Razmorten. "Maybe some whole grain porridge?"
"I'm not hungry," rattled Hubba Hubba from beneath his ruffled crown feathers.
"I see. Are you not feeling well? Perhaps if you tell me just how it is that you feel poorly, I could mix up something for you."
By this time all the sparrows had come closer to listen. Hubba Hubba shook his feathers, flinging dander into the sunlight. Suddenly he sleeked down, pointing himself at them. "Now there are six nosey pests, rather than three. Do I need this? Well, I'll tell ye: no, I do not. And if you want to know what I do want, I'd just like to be left alone for a change. Peace and quiet. Is that too much? Go build your nests. Beat it!"
"Wrong side of his perch this morning, wouldn't you say?" said Razzmorten, sharing wide eyes with the sparrows. "I doubt that he'll be very proud of his outburst after he's had two shakes to consider things. Let's just leave him to himself for a bit." The sparrows flitted back to what they had been doing at their nests, while Razzmorten went to his bedroom to read, leaving Hubba Hubba to mumble by himself.
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"Lot o' 'preciation he has," he rattled from the very most guttural reaches of his crop. "Here I make my sacrifices, bringing messages about his grandchildren. And respect. I mean, what kind of respect is it to blind me with light and sadistic cheer, and six bouncy
goody-goody little slaves to rub it in? Six instead of three. I'm not getting twice as much
respect and service, here." With a huff and an especially thorough shake of feathers, he
turned his back on the brilliant morning and closed his eyes in search of his dream about
Pebbles.
"This isn't working," he thought. "Why don't those bean brained sparrows shut up? 'Tweety, tweety, tweet...!' Great boundless Joy! The local twitterpates are jabbering all over outside. This is not working." He turned back to point himself at the window. "I'll go tell them!" He paused, straightening up to shuffle from side to side. "Whoa! Too far to the sill." But now he was making lunging thrusts at the window at each end of his perch, and he was starting to flap his wings. Now he was flapping furiously. At the fleeting thought of Razzmorten's suggestion of exercise, he let go. Before he could quite appreciate that he was truly aloft, his feet were planting themselves upon the warm stone window sill. He'd made it, and he wasn't even breathing hard. He forgot all about sleep. He looked to see if the sparrows had seen. They had. Six heads, each gawking broadside, had stopped in astonishment to take in his unexpected feat. They ducked out of sight into their nests at once.
"Hey! You ones!" he called out. "It's all right! I'm not upset. In fact, I'm sorry about the things I said earlier. Really. Aw come on! Can't a fellow have a bad mood once in a while?"
Head by head they reappeared in shocked wonder. "That's the first time that you've ever apologized for your nasty tongue," chirped Tweet.
"Yea? Maybe so. Think there's some hope for me after all?"
"May be," tweeted Squeak, "but you still have a huge way to go."
"Maybe you're right, but old habits die hard, don't you know. Give me some slack. I'm working on it."
"Hey, the master's developing humility," squeaked Chirp. "And by the way, nice flight."
Hubba Hubba made an aloof about-face hop on the window sill, but he was beaming at the compliment. He fluffed up and preened here and there and then gave himself a thorough 5238538447_ef45b254a9shake. When he smoothed down his plumage, he discovered that his black feathers had already gotten quite warm in the sun. He basked, letting his mind wander to pleasant images of Pebbles. After a good long spell in the mesmerizing warmth, he even fancied he saw her in a nearby apple tree. It was almost as though he heard her say: "I love you. C'mere." It was so real that he found himself out the window, winging towards the apple tree. "My!" he said, coming to his wits. "I guess there's nothing for it but to see if I can actually make it to that tree." It was nearly a furlong away, but it was a downhill glide from Razzmorten's tower, and he dutifully flapped his wings the whole distance. The next thing he knew, he was landing on a broad limb right beside the very love of his life. This was no daydream at all.
Pebbles however, was not charmed by his arrival. She fluffed up as huge as possible and shrank her pupils to pinholes, making her eyes fiery red. "Bad boy! Bad boy!" she called out, madly wheeling and strutting back and forth. "Minuet! Minuet! Please get rid of this bad boy!"
"Hubba Hubba!" cried Minuet, as she looked up from her chair in the shade. "You can fly again. Wonderful! Come down here and see me. Pay no mind to Pebbles. She's just being a brat."
Just then, he looked beyond Minuet into the courtyard and saw a personage who made him go apoplectically faint. She was sitting calmly with two strangers and King Hebraun. "What are you doing here, Ugleeuh?" he croaked, as his heart pounded in his chest. By now everyone was looking right at him, and he shrank back into the leaves.
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"Is this filthy bird yours?" cried Ugleeuh, spitting with scorn as she sprang to her feet. "And how dare he call me ugly! You should have him destroyed this minute." The two strangers rushed to her at once, attempting to soothe her.
This was too much for Hubba Hubba. "Help! Help! Help!" he cawed as he leaped into the air, flapping madly for Razzmorten's tower. He had no problem making straight for the window, but loft was a poser. He thought his heart and lungs were both going to burst before he got far enough up to fly in. He banged his keel painfully on the sill, sending him inside in a tumble of feathers to smack into his perch, knocking it over with a crash before skittering to a sliding halt on the tabletop. Razzmorten burst into the room, quite wide eyed.
"Sorry for the mess, Wiz," croaked Hubba Hubba, as he heaved and gasped for wind. "But Ugleeuh's down there in the garden with the king and queen and a couple of strangers. There's no telling what she came here for, but you know it ain't good. And now
that she's seen me, she wants me destroyed. That's what chased me back in through the
window. Man! My keel bone hurts. Can't you get her with some kind of wizard fire from
the window here 'fore she does something terrible?"
Razzmorten scratched his head thoughtfully, then ambled over to the window and gazed out for long enough to exasperate Hubba Hubba. When he turned around, he was smiling. Hubba Hubba felt a scald of fear rush through this chest, convinced for the moment that Razzmorten had been smitten with a bewitchment by his evil daughter. As the urge seized him to fly back out the window and escape into the countryside, a meaty thump from Fifi's tail on the floor beside the table completely shattered his resolve. He looked from dog to window and back again, utterly befuddled. At the sight of Razzmorten mildly taking a seat at the table to patiently wait for the arrival of his composure, he opened up his feathers completely, hesitated, then shook himself resolutely and sleeked down. "All right, all right, Wiz!" he said. "I'm ready. End my confusion. Hey! This is real anxiety I'm suffering from, don't you know."
"The young woman out there does indeed look like the very picture of Ugleeuh, years ago," said Razzmorten, not smiling at Hubba Hubba's consternation. "She looks enough like Ugleeuh to be her twin, removed in time. Even her behavior, they act alike. In fact, I was so taken by this that I went to great pains to determine if she wasn't under some divination, some spell to condemn her to a life as Ugleeuh's echo, but I found no such spell. She truly seems to be one of those once in a millennium coincidences. She's Princess Spitemorta of Goll. She's come here with her parents in hopes of making an alliance marriage with Lukus to unite Niarg and their realm. You've no reason to fear anything."
"Maybe we have another coincidence here, Wiz. This girl said she wanted me destroyed, remember? Why would some total stranger do that? Hey, I'm a bird! Threats to my life leave a lasting impression, and her impression feels just like Ugleeuh. That's my reason."
"You don't deserve to be so upset. Why don't I just go down there and see what's going on? Would that ease your mind?"The_Collector_Witch_Cover_for_Kindle
Hubba Hubba looked very doubtful, but Razzmorten was already on his way out the door. "Wiz!" he cawed out. "Be careful! And hey, take Miss Toothyface, here, why don't you?"
"I'm sure I can handle it myself," said Razzmorten, tossing back a wide-eyed smile as the door went closed.
Carol Marrs Phipps & Tom Phipps

Monday, July 21, 2014

Do We Have a Smoking Dragon?


            I used to teach at Ch'ooshgai Community School, a boarding school on the top of a mesa on the Navajo Nation. One spring morning when the students were in the hallway changing classes, one of the older boys began calling out: "Herald! Herald?" Soon there were others calling out to Herald, and in short order it became a daily routine during class changes. "Herald! Herald? Oh, Herald!"

            I had the older boy in one of my classes. "So, who's Herald?" I said, looking up from my attendance sheet.

            He shrugged his shoulders and grinned, trading glances with other kids in the room, but he had nothing to say.

            I got the same response from other students when I asked, but the calling out to Herald was to last until the end of school. I kept my ears open. One day whilst the students were visiting quietly as they finished up an assignment, one of them said to another, "When he lands on the roof of the school, you'll cry, Jerome."

            "No way," said Jerome. "You'll cry when it thunders and you get all your stupid hair singed off, dumb ass."

            "Who's he?" I said, ignoring the profanity. "Are you two talking about Herald?"

            All I got were cherubic grins and shrugs. 

            I had repeated instances like this. Nobody would answer my questions, but I was beginning to piece together a great dragon of a beast with a twenty foot wingspan, able to set fire to things from the air. Could this be the fabled Thunderbird? No wonder no one would tell me. Outsiders were always making fun of their legends, and they weren't about to give me the chance to.

            There were certain old people who swore that there was indeed a gigantic bird which flew up and down the Rockies before storms. Ornithologists scoffed at this of course, saying that somebody with binoculars would have seen it long before now. But could there ever have been? I well remember the bobcat that Dad shot in the chicken house which the Zoology professors insisted could not possibly have been there. I started doing some research. Soon I discovered Argentavis magnificens, a late Miocene monster of a bird with a 23 foot wingspan that weighed between 150 to 175 pounds, which flew the skies of Argentina, six million years ago.

            I finished my maté and went outside to a rock to eat my fry bread and mutton stew and to look out over the dry grass of the countryside. My head spun at the thought of it, as I sped south in my mind's eye into a never-never age of pristine wonder, past the tall trees of the White Mountains, past meadows and upland hills, long before there ever was a Nogales, and on down the great mountain chain, all the way to the slopes of the Andes Mountains in Argentina, where the great Argentavis soared on the updraughts of a gathering storm, just like the dragons in Good Sister, Bad Sister, except that our dragons are rather more Jurassic, with bony tails and mouths full of teeth.     

Tom Phipps
 



Friday, July 18, 2014

Blog Tour: John Priest, Author of The Curse of the Sea Shell Cave

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I've been a children's author since 1985, with books traditionally and independently published.
I am one of seven children (three girls, four boys) and live with my wife and family in the West Midlands, UK (two daughters, their hubbies and three great grandkids).
I have written many different types of books and scripts over the years and besides children's books I have written adult horror, sci-fi and comedy thriller scripts.
I was invited to Pinewood Studios, UK, in the late 1980's after a Director had read my script and thought it showed great promise.  He sent it to the USA for another reading but unfortunately nothing ever came of it. I keep meaning to change the script into book form but other new ideas always take over.
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My latest children's book is The Curse of Sea Shell Cave, a detective/whodunit for children.  Inside you will find the Jay-Pea-Eyes aka Junior Private Investigators searching for clues to solve another mystery.  It's the second book in the JPIs series and is available in paperback and various e-book formats.


John Priest is always pleased to hear from readers. Simply use the contact form at: http://www.johnpriest.co.uk

Wednesday, July 16, 2014

Razzmorten takes Hubba Hubba to See the King and Queen

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Part Four
Razzmorten cleared his throat. Hubba Hubba straightened up at once, giving himself a feather fluffing shake. "Well Queen, how could you possibly have known it was me?"
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Hubba Hubba drew back his head and thrust it forth in a gawk of bewilderment at Razzmorten. Razmorten gave a wide-eyed shrug. "I hate to dampen this merry reunion, but time may be pressing," he said. "Hubba Hubba has a message from your sister, regarding Rose and Lukus."
"Ugleeuh!" cried King Hebraun, springing to his feet. "She hasn't harmed them, has she?"
"No, no. I wouldn't think so," said Razzmorten, handing Ugleeuh's note to Hebraun. "She has decided to blackmail you. She plans to be set free from the Chokewood Forest. It seems she has Rose and Lukus at her cottage and plans to give their freedom for hers. See for yourself."
King Hebraun quickly read the missive and handed it to Minuet. "Father!" she choked. "You said Ugleeuh could cause no more harm once she was exiled."
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"Not outside of her part of the Chokewoods," said Razzmorten, as he gently picked up her hand. "I can't imagine that she had any way of abducting them. They had to have gone there on their own, and most likely to answer some of the questions which Rose was asking all around, right prior to their disappearance. No, Ugleeuh has not been any sort of hazard outside her boundaries from the time we sent her there until this very minute, but this extortion of hers is her design to change all that. Meanwhile, the children must be safe. Stop and think. Ugleeuh is evil, but she's no fool. She'd hardly destroy the one and only chance she's had to end her exile. She'll not harm Rose and Lukus as long as there's any chance she can use them to get free."
"He's right," cawed Hubba Hubba. "In all the years I've spent with her, she never suggested harming a feather on my body until I refused to come here. Then she threatened
to cook me. And I have an idea. When I left, Ugleeuh gave me this scrying crystal so I'd
be able to see her and the forest any time I wanted. Here. Try it to check on Rose and
Lukus. I'll bet that will make you feel better."
Minuet suddenly looked hopeful but Razzmorten sadly shook his head. "Your offer is grand, Hubba Hubba, but I'm afraid your crystal is useless. She's managed to divine an astonishing barrier around her part of the forest to prevent being watched by any sort of crystal gazing. I certainly have tried to often enough."
Hubba Hubba was stunned. "So!" he squawked with a shake of his feathers. "She lied again. She said she'd drop the protections and keep them down until I returned. Fool
that I am, I told her not to because she'd leave herself vulnerable. She told me that her
protections had been in place so long that no one would bother to spy on her. No wonder
she wasn't worried. She'd no intention of dropping her protections all along."
"Whoa Hubba Hubba," said Razzorten, as he shared raised eyebrows with Hebraun and Minuet. "There was talk of dropping her protections?"
Crow-0056-A01"Talk. Yea."
"Where's this scrying crystal Ugleeuh gave you?"
"Right here, actually," he said, looking down at his breast. "The crystal is the brooch fixed on my flight harness. But what difference does that make if it's useless?"
Razzmorten was already unbuckling the harness, shaking his head to be silent while he slipped it off him. The king and queen anxiously crowded around. Hubba Hubba peered at the stone from Razzmorten's shoulder, and nearly lost his balance when the old man whooped with glee. "It works! I see the forest. And look at this. There's Ugleeuh flying above the trees on a broom. That's a right novel talent. She certainly never did that before her exile. I suppose it's no surprise that she'd develop her powers to while away the time there."
"I despise the idea of her having any powers," said Minuet. "Where do you suppose Rose and Lukus are?"
"I'd bet in her cottage," said Hubba Hubba. "They haven't been much for going outdoors, all summer. Mostly they stayed around the house and you know, ate, slept, those kinds o' things..." He trailed off uncomfortably, seeing everyone looking straight at him. "Well when I was there, they joked around with me and we talked and stuff, don't you know," he stammered, glancing from one person to the next as he resumed. "Sometimes they did go outside and take me for my exercise flights. And once Lukus and I even went for a hike. Now that was really fun, except when the log rolled over on me and broke my toe, of course." He fluffed up and ran his beak along several flight feathers, letting each go with a snap before he continued. "Anyway, try the cottage."
Razzmorten was scarcely listening as he brought his concentration to bear upon scrying with the crystal. At last, Rose and Lukus appeared, wearing their stripped cloaks, hurrying to keep up with Fuzz.
"Wow!" said Hubba Hubba. "Ugleeuh and Fuzz are definitely not on friendly terms. I can't imagine her letting them talk to him, let alone run off with him somewhere."
"Looks like those stripped cloaks are camouflage," said Razzmorten with a grave nod, "at least I'd say so from the appearance of the surrounding trees. They certainly don't appear to be out for a hunt, and if they've gone to this kind of trouble to hide, they very
likely are attempting to flee, rather than waiting for us to respond to her extortion demands. So this bear 'Fuzz,' Ugleeuh doesn't like him, you say?"
"Not much..."
"Speaks well of him."
"Oh Hebraun!" said Minuet. "Their faces are so pale and pasty. They don't look well. What has she done to them?"
"Remember that I can't scry," said Hebraun, as he shared a look with Razzmorten, "but it sounds like they've been eating your sister's food. They'll surely snap out of it as soon as we get them home."
"And remember that they're young and strong, Minuet," said Razzmorten. "Neither one has ever been sick. They're going to be just fine."
"But how are we going to get them home, now?" said Minuet. "And what if Ugleeuh catches them? They've defied her and escaped. I can't imagine her fury. No one who thwarts her is ever safe. You can count on her saying that they owe her for having been at her cottage, even though they were her prisoners. She'd make them pay mercilessly for that. But stand in the way of her freedom? I can't picture her controlling herself."
Razzmorten sucked in a deep breath between his teeth. "I'm sure Ugleeuh is mortally angry," he said, "but it still behooves her to handle Rose and Lukus with care. I can't imagine her forgetting that they are her only chance to leave the forest, short of dying. I'd say that if she does catch them, it's this Fuzz, whoever he is, who won't survive her vengeance."
"You got it." said Hubba Hubba. "She wants out and Fuzz is a goner. Oh, absolutely." He hesitated, seeing that he was being taken very seriously by everyone. "She
threatened to slaughter and eat me, just because I told her I wouldn't deliver her ransom
note. And she claims she loves me. She doesn't even like Fuzz."
"Pray that they're not caught," said Minuet, looking pale and drawn, as she sat down on her throne. "I grew up struggling with her getting even with everyone under the sun."
"How do you suppose this Fuzz plans to help Rose and Lukus escape?" said Hebraun.
"Until some clue turns up," said Razzmorten, rubbing his temples gingerly before gazing The_Collector_Witch_Cover_for_Kindleback into the crystal, "I have utterly no idea at all, except that they most likely are indeed attempting some sort of escape, right now."
"What happens if Ugleeuh intercepts them, Father?" said Minuet. "What then?"
"Then I shall have to face her myself." said Razzmorten calmly enough to cause Hubba Hubba to gape in astonishment. "Please don't be afraid, Minuet. I swear that no harm shall come to my grandchildren. I swear it on my life."
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