Friday, December 2, 2016

Who is Rose?



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Princess (Tywysoges) Rose of the House of Niarg is the eldest child of King Hebraun and Queenmedieval-woman-with-long-hair Minuet of Niarg and the sister of Prince Lukus. Her grandfather, Queen Minuet's father is the powerful Razzmorten Dewin of Peach Knob Manor, Wizard to the Crown of Niarg.
Rose merely appears as a precocious three year old in Good Sister, Bad Sister, but is the main protagonist in The Collector Witch, which opens on her sixteenth birthday, when it is to be announced that she is to marry Prince James of Loxmere. At her party, a rumor is circulated that she is not the Good_Sister,_Bad_Sis_Cover_for_Kindledaughter of Hebraun and Minuet, but merely their niece, and that her real mother, the queen's sister, was banished from the kingdom for something vile, immediately after giving birth. Upon a visit to the family grave yard, where she finds the stone of an "Infant Rose," she goes to her parents for an explanation. When they give her an The_Collector_Witch_Cover_for_Kindleunsatisfactory answer, she saddles her unicorn in the in the middle of the night, hoping to find her mother's sister in the Chokewood Forest to get and some real answers. Before she gets out of the stable, Lukus forces her to take him along.
The sister turns out to be Ugleeuh, a dangerous sorceress (witch, if you must), eccentric and Scan10028bitter from her solitary exile. Rose and Lukus become convinced that she is indeed Rose's mother and end up being her prisoners for the entire summer. At last, they find out that Ugleeuh is not Rose's mother at all, and that she gave birth to Princess Spitemorta of Goll. At this discovery, Ugleeuh tries to use them as ransom, hoping to extort her release from the Chokewoods. Rose and Lukus see their moment to escape, and with the help of Fuzz the bear, flee to the coast. Rose and Lukus safely return home to Niarg.
Years later, in Stone Heart, Rose, Lukus and their Stone_Heart_Cover_for_KindleGrandfather Razzmorten return to the Chokewoods to see what had become of Ugleeuh's part of the forest to find to their horror that Spitemorta and her grandmother Demonica not only have managed to get their hands on the fearsome Great Staff of Power, but they also have the Heart of the Staff, an even more dangerously powerful artifact, and are determined to use them to take over the world. They cross paths with Fuzz, who has just been accidentally restored to human form by stumbling through a magical ward left by Demonica, and is out making a frantic attempt to recover the Heart. They join forces and soon find themselves being pursued  through the wilderness by Spitemorta and Demonica. Rose and Fuzz fall in love along the way, and when they finally return to Niarg with dire warnings for all of civilization, Fuzz asks Hebraun and Minuet for Rose's hand in marriage.
image_fadeThey are married at once, but instead of a nice honeymoon, they find themselves sailing The_Burgeoning_Cover_for_Kindleacross the Orin Ocean, in The Burgeoning, to the Dark Empire in hopes of getting help with a strategy to undo Demonica. On the way back, their ship goes down and Rose finds herself alone, washed ashore in a strange land. What happens to her can be found out in The Reaper Witch..
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Tom Phipps

Wednesday, November 30, 2016

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Someone shouted in the kitchen. Tess Greenwood sat right up in the blackness. “Dad?” she gasped.

Someone screamed.

“Mom!” cried Tess as she stumbled onto the floor in a panic of pillow and sheets, in time for her door to fling wide with blinding light and a bang that shattered things on her dresser.

“Hey!” barked the silhouette in the doorway. “No way you're running by me!” And with that, he tramped right in, jabbing her in the throat with the end of his e- truncheon.

“Aah!” she wailed with the throb of its electric jolt as she sat down hard on the floor.

“Like that, little witch?” he hissed through the mask of his plastic helm. “Now you're going into the kitchen on your hands and knees, real careful or I'll hold my stick against your stinking throat 'til y' pass out. Move!”

As Tess rolled onto her knees, she could hear her sister's squeals of defiance as she kicked at the pair of cops who had hold of her in the kitchen.

“Nia!” shouted her mother before crying out in pain.

“You vile bastards!” roared her father.

Tess leaped through the doorway in time to see two of the police from Children and Family Assistance squirt his mouth full of thick polymer from their gob stopper gun, as he gagged, bouncing and jerking against his restraints in red-faced fury.

“I told you!” bellowed Silhouette, grabbing Tess by the arm and yanking her onto the floor.

“Tess!” cried her mother. “Stop! They'll kill you if y' don't quit!”

“That's right!” shouted Silhouette.

“Nia!” cried Tess at the sight of the police kicking her.

“Hey!” shouted Silhouette. “That little whore's going to the capitol. And they won't take her all beat up! But this one,” he grunted, giving Tess a furious kick, “has earned it!”

“Tess!” screamed her mother in time to be silenced with a kick in the head.

Her father sprang from the floor in spite of his restraints, slamming into Silhouette in a rage that knocked over the refrigerator behind them. Suddenly police were everywhere, beating him senseless, dragging him and his dear wife out the door into the early light of dawn.

“Mom! Dad!” screamed Tess as car doors slammed outside.

Now they had Nia by the arms. “I'll love Drake forever!” she wailed as they forced her outside.

Tess bit the hand that grabbed her mouth and dashed outside to leap down the steps as two of the police cars lurched into the roadway with a chirp of tires.

“Bite me again, little witch!” roared Silhouette as his truncheon came down behind her ear.

***
Beyond the front steps, the sun rose well into the morning, glinting on a green bottle in the bare red dirt of the yard. Sparrows cheeped everywhere in the noise of the traffic from the roadway. Tess sat up just long enough to see that she was in her room, caught herself on her elbow to keep from toppling out of bed and lay right back down with a groan.

At the bounce of her bed springs, an elderly woman pushed back a chair and stood up in the kitchen.

 “Whoa there, deary-do!” she called, stumping right in to look at her this way and that. “That might be a bit quick. You got two black eyes. And the nurse said the copper only whacked y' one good one on the back of the head. And what I want to know is, can y' even see out of either one?”

“Kind of...”

“I'm Maud, sweetheart,” she said, giving Tess's hand a squeeze. “Maud Baxter. How 'bout some tea? So far, the only pot I've found has half the spout gone...”

“It pours. We've been using it... Please!” she said with a scald of fear as she sat right up. “Where's Mom and Dad? And Nia?”

Maud stopped short with wide eyes. “Why Children and Family Assistance,” she said, scarcely shaking her head. “And I'm to be in here for a few days to help y' adjust...”

“When are they coming back?”

Maud shook her head as if she were about to cry.

“No!” shouted Tess in a great wail of despair.

Old Maud had her in her arms at once, rocking her and smoothing her hair for a good long time. At last, she gave her a pat and sat up. “I'm going to go fix that tea,” she said.

Tess lay back with shooting pains in her head, in spite of the sedatives given to her by the nurse.

Maud was back in short order, finding a chair for the tea. “I hope you're not too old for animal crackers,” she said. “I found this nice box. And it only had one teensy little maggot and some web. All I had to do was shake it out and put the crackers back in.”

Tess drew in a deep, shuddery breath. “Where do you live, Maud?”

“Up at the north end with Mort and Bart. That's my husband and m' crow...”

“I don't feel so good,” said Tess handing back her half full cup.

“I should say! You're white as a sheet. The nurse said that you're to be sleeping. Just lie back and I'll be right out here in the kitchen.”

Tess lay back more quickly than she had meant to. “Your husband and who did y' say?” she said, wincing at the whirling ceiling. “I swore you said Crow somebody...”

“My pet bird is a crow...” said Maud from the doorway.

“And Mom and Dad really, really aren't coming back?”

Maud shook her head and was back at Tess's bedside at once, smoothing her hair away from the tears she was squeezing from her swollen eyes. It was not long until Maud could see that she was sound asleep. She stood, propping her hands on her knees for a moment before straightening up the rest of the way and shuffled quietly into the kitchen.

Beside the toaster under the cupboards rested a polished stone ball. The moment Maud stepped in, it gave a faint flash. “Yeh?” she said, looking right at the face which was appearing in it. “I know my place well enough not to discuss her family. I'm professional. Besides, I know very well that you saw the whole thing. Now, I want to talk to Mort.” She picked up the ball and sat with it at the table. “Mort?”

Mort was already peering out of the “skinny,” as everyone called these things. “I've got the rest of the day, Maudy,” he said. “They don't have me spraying until tomorrow, first thing.”

“As you might've overheard before I left, I'm at the south end of the far south barrack, facing the road. I've got to scratch around before I know what I'm fixing, but I'm starting on dinner, right now.” And with that, she parked the skinny in a storage jar lid, so that it wouldn't roll off the table, and set about to see what might be fixed to eat. There certainly was no meat of any sort. “I don't know why I'm even bothering to look,” she was careful not to say aloud. It was rare for anyone to get his hands on meat except for the day before one of the world holidays. All of the world holidays were mandatory to observe. Disarmament Day commemorated the destruction of the last private firearm. Emancipation Day marked the outlawing of all religions. And Unity Day was the day when the World Alliance began its tyrannical rule everywhere. She found a few pounds of limp carrots in the bottom of the refrigerator which she and the nurses had managed to set upright, some black pepper and a box of very old-smelling milk powder.

While she was searching for a kettle without a hole in it, Mort was up at the north end, wheeling his bicycle out the door. He fiddled with the cuff of his breeches as the breezy whistles of the starling overhead gave way to a bubbling chatter. After a couple of tries, he was mounted. With Bart digging in his toenails and swaying ponderously on his shoulder, he gave a wild swing to the left, an immediate weave to the right, and with a rattle of fenders was underway with all the aplomb of a cyclist in his prime.

“We're going to have carrots,” said Maud as Mort hauled his watermelon of a belly up the last step. “I just now put them on.”

“Smells like old refrigerator,” he said, backing stiffly up to a chair by the table, “but I expect it will be good...” He sat down with a sudden plump and let Bart shuffle down his arm to the back of the nearby chair to begin at once, sorting through his feathers.

“Maud?” called Tess from the bedroom. “Are you still here?”

“I'm on my way with just a cup this time, dearie-do.”

“I don't think I can,” said Tess. “I feel like vomiting.”

“I hope y' get over that. I've got carrots starting to boil.”

“I'm 'way too sick. Is someone here?”

“Mort and Bart.”

“Well please go on and eat without me. I'll just puke. But Maud, please stay.”

Maud gave Tess's hand a squeeze. “I'll be right here as long as y' need me, sweetheart,” she said. And with that she returned to the kitchen.

“Just the girl?” said Mort, looking up.

Maud nodded.

“Well how is she?”

Maud went straight to the cupboards as if she had not heard him, unplugged the toaster and parked it directly in front of the skinny as she took a chair at the table.

“I said how is the young lady?”

“Oh she's doing just fine. A nice long nap and she'll be right as rain,” she said as she leant across the table with a roll of her eyes and an ear-to-ear shake of her head. “I think she'll be ready to start her new life in no time.” She was still shaking her head as she glanced at the toaster to make sure that no one on the skinny had seen.

“And she understands what happened?” he said, ignoring the stone ball, since he had no toaster to hide behind.

“I think she's anxious enough to get going in her new direction,” she said, closing her eyes with an even bigger shake of her head. “But I'd not know for sure, since it's never our place to discuss such things. That's for the councilors at Children and Family Assistance. But I think most young clients are quite ready for a change, long before it comes.”

Bart ruffled up his feathers and gave himself a thorough shake.

“Maud!” wailed Tess from the bedroom. “The wash basin! Got 'o puke!”

“Oh my stars!” said Maud. “Where do you reckon they keep it?”

Tess thumped across her bedroom floor to the toilet in the bathroom with an explosive cough of yellow fluid.

“Oh deary-do!” said Maud as she stumped in. “I'm so sorry I couldn't find the pan. Why you don't have a thing in your stomach to throw up, do you...?”

“Gawf...angk...awmff...!” hooted Tess, nodding her dribbling chin over the iron stained porcelain of the toilet bowl.

Maud saw at once that there was no skinny in the bathroom and pushed the door to. “Those rotten coppers!” she said in a low voice as she daubed at Tess with a towel.

“I've cleaned up their work every blooming day now, for years. And I swear. I just don't begin to know how they can do that to families.”

“I thought you worked for...” moaned Tess.

“For Children and Family Assistance? I do, but my job's cleaning up after them.

And you didn't hear one word I said, either. Now. If I help y' up, can you make it back to bed, or do you need to steady y' self a bit longer?”

“Unng...!” said Tess, leaning back over the water.

“Seems y' do...” said Maud, looking up at the sudden pounding on the kitchen door. “Mort!” she hollered “Let me get it!”

Tess had a look of blanched terror as Maud got to her feet. “Oh deary-do,” she said, “that can't be the coppers, unless you've had a skinny ball in here with us. You don't, eh?”

Tess gave a rigid shake of her head, and Maud stumped right out past Mort and Bart. She hooked the chain and opened the kitchen door against it to peer out at two teenagers. She closed the door, undid the chain and opened it wide. “Yeh?” she said with her fists on her hips.

The young man dug the gum out of his cheek with his tongue and looked her up and down from under the tattoos of his shaved head. “You're not Tess, lady,” he said, as his sister craned this way and that in her nose rings and Mohawk hair-do, trying to peer inside.

“Took y' long enough to figure it out, but I'm glad y' finally managed,” said Maud. “Now. Tess isn't up to company, so you two are going to have to leave.” And with that, she closed the door and turned the lock.

“Hey!” shouted the pair outside as they pounded on the door. “You can't do that! Children and Family Assistance sent us! We're Trent and Jasmine Warren, her new roomies!”

Maud hooked the chain and turned away. She found Tess still kneeling by the toilet. “What's wrong, dearie-do?” she said, when she saw that her nausea had been replaced by a look of dread.

“That was the Warrens?” said Tess. “They hate me.”

“Why on earth?”

“Well...they made me take my shots at school,” she said, frowning at her thumbnails. “But I'm just not at all ready for that. Trent knew about my shots and was after me all the time. Everybody always knows when a girl gets her shots. And I wouldn't have anything to do with him, in spite of how pushy he got. And Jasmine? She calls me 'earhole' all the time and makes ugly faces, but I think she hates everyone at school.”

“Aw dearie-do,” said Maud with a grunt, as she strained to kneel beside her with a brush. “I hate what's become of the schools. Y' know, they actually taught me to read, when I was in school.”
“Mom and Dad taught me,” said Tess, stifling a sob.

“You didn't let the school find out, did you? Something like that could very well have been what brought in the Children and Family Assistance.”

“Oh, they always told me that I had to keep my reading a secret.”

Maud nodded. “Well back to those two, I locked the door,” she said. “But if they do have orders, they'll be back and we'll have no choice but to let them in. Meanwhile, I can at least get a delay order in place until you've recovered enough to deal with them. Now if I can just get back on my feet, I'll help y' back to bed if you're ready.”

Once Tess was back in bed, she closed her eyes and wondered if there was any way to flee. “But where would I ever flee to?” she thought as she drifted into a deep sleep.

She had not been asleep very long when Maud opened the kitchen door against the chain and peered out the crack at a blond young man in denim, whom she recognized at once to be Drake Evans, but knowing better than to give him away to the stone ball on the table, merely said: “Yes?”

“Maud Baxter!” he said in wide-eyed alarm. “Why are you...? Nia! She's here, isn't she?”
Maud closed her eyes with a quiet shake of her head.

“No!” cried Drake.

Maud immediately closed the door. She would not have him overheard, blurting out something that would bring the police. There was not another sound from outside the door. She squeezed shut her eyes for a moment, and with a totter, shuffled to the table to sit with a tired sigh across from Mort and Bart.

***

Tess awoke to the smell of bread toasting on the griddle and talking in the kitchen.

“Would you mind if I waited until she's awake? I promise I won't stay too long or upset her.”

“That depends on how she wakes up,” said Maud. “She's been having quite a time with her medicine...”

“Maud!” cried Tess as she sat up. “I've got to puke and I've got the whirlies bad! Could Drake help me to the toilet?”

Drake was at her bedside at once, helping her to her feet. The moment he had her kneeling by the toilet, he let the door swing quietly to. He had long known that the bathroom had no skinny, but he waited for Tess to speak in case that they had just been forced by the authorities to add one.

“I heard one of the cops say that Nia was going to the capitol,” said Tess with an unexpected sob. 

“And the last thing she said was, she'll always love you. And poor Mom and Dad! It doesn't look like I'll ever, ever know...” And with that, she threw back her head and wailed with despair.

Drake had her in his arms at once, tears streaming down his cheeks. He looked away, struggling to hide a sob of his own. After a time, he turned to study her. “What on earth did they do to you?” he said. “You've got two black eyes that I can see...”

“Oh, one of the coppers whacked me on the back of the head with his e-stick...”

“The back of your head! Not your eyes? He must've damned near killed you...”

“I don't know,” she said, closing the lid and sitting on the toilet. “But they've got my middle all wrapped up tight. Do you suppose they broke a rib or two? That same cop was kicking me. Nobody's said a thing.”

“Do you know where the capitol is?”

“I don't think anyone knows,” she said, feeling of her middle. “Well, I reckon the coppers would have to know, wouldn't they?”

“Yeh, but they aren't people. Nobody ever talks to them, especially not the ones working for Children and Family Assistance. No one ever talks to any of those things...”

“And what I can't figure out is why that old lady out there in the kitchen is so nice. She's working for them. She said so.”

“I know why,” said Drake. “She and old Mort out there lost a daughter who'd be our age, had she lived. And they've not been able to have any more. They're 'way younger than they look, but they were living out in the country with all the spray for quite a while after the World Alliance took over.”
“How do you know all this?”

“Maud and Mort knew us. When Children and Family Assistance took Mom and Dad, Maud got assigned to me, so they helped me through my transition, just like they're doing for you. And I don't understand them taking Nia. Children and Family issued the license for us to be married in two more months and everything...” he said, coughing out a great sob in spite of himself.

He was dragging an eye down his sleeve when Maud pushed open the door. “If Tess is over being sick, it's time we got her back to bed,” she said as she shuffled in with a towel.

When they had gotten Tess settled in bed, Maud saw Drake to the door and stepped outside with him. “I'm afraid Children and Family Assistance is only giving her a week before she has to let those Warren kids move in,” she said as she pulled the door to behind her. “And if I read her right, I can't picture her managing with a pair like them, particularly not with the boy after her skirt.”

“That wouldn't be Jasmine and Trent Warren, would it?” said Drake, turning about on the bottom step and looking up at her.

“It was Jasmine. I wasn't sure about his name.”

“Oh I've got medicine for them,” he said. “Just a chat if you need me to.”
“Right away would be good.”

Drake gave a nod, came back up the steps, pecked her on the cheek and hurried on his way to supper, unaware that Trent and Jasmine were right above them in the spreading branches of the great burr oak by the steps.

As Tess got settled, the skinny on her dresser turned bright blue. “Tess?” it said.


“Give me a moment,” she said as she labored to sit up and throw aside her covers.

She rose and came back to bed with the glowing stone ball. It took a bit of uncomfortable shifting about, but soon she was sitting with it between her knees as its swirling colors gave way to a dour bald man in hospital garb.

“How are you Tess?” said the man.

“I'm not sure I feel like talking...” she said.

“You were well enough for time with Drake.”

“So he could help me in to puke. It's a lot of fun, vomiting for company...”

“Tess,” said the man. “Have you any idea why it was necessary to resettle your parents?”

“I can't imagine how anything like that could ever be necessary...”

“They've allowed you to become sarcastic and defiant when you should be expressing your respect and gratitude. The teachers and counselors at your school have been concerned. Your parents weren't managing...”


“No!” she cried out in hoarse anguish, “No! No! No!”

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Monday, November 28, 2016

Who is Fuzz?




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Fuzz is Sir Karlton Strong, captain of the Niarg Royal Guard, when the future queen of Niarg
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Minuet Dewin, is still a young lady at home at Peach Knob Manor in Good Sister, Bad Sister. When his lifelong friend Gastro vanishes, Captain Strong goes in search of him and finds that he has been turned into a sea serpent by Ugleeuh and left to patrol the waters off the coast of the Chokewood Forest for the rest of his days. Ugleeuh is not about to allow Strong to return to Niarg with the news of this, so she casts a spell on him, turning him into a bear with no hair, hopelessly addicted to sukere and confined to her part of the Chokewoods.

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seamonsterMinuet marries Hebraun, the future king of Niarg. When their daughter, Princess Rose, is sixteen, she sets out with her brother, Prince Lukus, in The Collector Witch to find Ugleeuh in order to discover what her true relationship to the House of Niarg happens to be. Ugleeuh holds them captive in her cottage all summer. At last they escape and end up in Fuzz's den as they flee. Fuzz sets out on a harrowing trek to the sea with them to find Gastro in hopes that he would take them to safety.
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Ugleeuh's spell, a handsome young man in his prime who falls in love with Rose in Stone Heart and marries her. Instead of having a honeymoon, they sail to the Dark Continent on an urgent mission and are lost at sea in The Burgeoning.

Carol Marrs Phipps & Tom Phipps

Wednesday, November 23, 2016

Thanksgiving Surprise, Part 2

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Thanksgiving Surprise, Part 2
By
Carol Marrs Phipps
Illustrated By:
Lana Cramer Dobbins
"Let’s stop here for just a bit, Gobbler,” Krista said as she planted herself down on a large, flat-topped tree stump and motioned that he should draw near for his usual session of scratching, petting and being told him how extremely magnificent he was.
He went to her at once and leant blissfully into her hand. As she began her deft ministrations, he gobbled a sigh of utter contentment.
“I have a surprise for you Gobbler. Today is a very special day, my sweet,” Krista crooned as she wove her nimble fingers through Gobbler’s satiny feathers. “It is a holiday we humans call Thanksgiving. It is a time when we gather together with our loved ones and give thanks for our bounty. This year, dear one, you will be the guest of honor and from then on you will forever be a part of me. How does that sound?”
In answer Gobbler simply pushed his head further into her soothing fingers and closed his eyes dreamily. He didn’t see farmer Stanz coming up from behind his wife to hand her the freshly sharpened hatchet and then step back by the rail fence to observe Gobbler’s execution at the hands of the woman he adored.
Suddenly, Krista’s fingers tightened painfully in Gobbler’s neck feathers and his eyes flew open in shock. He stared up into Krista’s beautiful green eyes imploring her to tell him what he had done for her to suddenly treat him in this manner. The odd gleam in her eyes and the humorless grin she gave him in return frightened him nearly senseless. He began to struggle frantically to get away from her.
“Oh no, my pet, it is much too late for that,” Krista said as she grabbed him by the throat and stood, putting her hatchet down on the stump she had just vacated. With her other hand now free, she grabbed his beak and held it shut so he couldn’t bite her. “I’ve been feeding you up for months in anticipation of the fine meal you would make for my family on Thanksgiving and I’m not about to let you get away...” With those fateful words she twisted Gobbler’s neck and he went limp at once. She smiled broadly in satisfaction and laid him carefully out with his head and neck draped over the stump. She studied him for just a moment to make certain he was dead or at the very least, safely unconscious. She picked up her hatchet and raised it to chop off his magnificent head. Just at that moment Gobbler opened his eyes which were now glowing an eerily blood-red color. He stared straight at Krista with such hatred she gasped and backed away trembling.
Farmer Stanz at once sprang towards his wife. “What are you doing, Krista? Chop the damn bird’s head off!” he commanded as she took another step back and stumbled over the bucket her husband had put there to throw Gobbler’s severed head into. Her arms instantly began to pinwheel backwards and she lost her grip on the hatchet. It spun end over end through the air then lodged deeply into the middle of the farmer’s forehead, splittting it open. Krista landed smack on her backside just in time to sprayed with blood and brains and gore from her husband’s split skull as he, too, crumpled to the ground. She let out an unearthly shriek then stumbled to her feet and tried to jerk the hatchet from her dead husband’s head. It took her three mighty attempts before she freed the instrument from where it had lodged, deep within Ben’s skull. Wildly she spun back to where Gobbler had been draped across the tree stump, but he was no longer there. He was on his feet staring at her with those unearthly glowing eyes.
“But you can’t still be alive!” she rasped. “I wrung your neck...what are you?”
Gobbler continued to stare at her as he silently advanced toward her.
Krista’s eyes bulged in terror, she raised her trembling hand with the hatchet held in her white-knuckled grip. “Stop now or I swear I’ll kill you!” she warned. But when Gobbler continued to advance she spun around and fled. Running in blind fear she tripped over her husband’s body and fell forward. Instinctively she flung her hands out before her to break her fall. Her only sound a sharp, “umph!” as she hit the ground and lay still, her life’s blood flowed from her chest and seeped away into the dirt. Krista’s chest had been ripped open when she landed on the upturned hatchet blade. It had cleaved her breastbone and sliced clean through her heart.
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Gobbler surveyed the morbid scene for several long minutes as his glowing eyes slowly returned to their usual beady dark brown. “What do you think of your Thanksgiving surprise, now?” he asked, then slowly strutted back to his barnyard home.



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Monday, November 21, 2016

Thanksgiving Surprise, Part 1

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Thanksgiving Surprise, Part 1
By
Carol Marrs Phipps
Illustrated By:
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"Just look at him, Sid," Sybil Fantail gasped in dismay as she paused on the porch to the beautiful home she shared with her mate and their only son, Gobbler...and the rest of the turkey flock, of course. "He's watching for her again...I just know it."
Sid nodded as he turned back to look at his beloved. "I expect you're right. He's got the ridiculous faraway look in his eyes he always gets when he is expecting her to show up."
Sybil hurried down the few steps to stand by her mate. "He'll come to a bad end if he keeps this up. He needs to start showing some interest in one of his own kind, rather than moping after that...strange hussy. I hear tell that Rodney and Alvira Strut’s young hen, Fancy, is looking for a mate."
Sid pecked at a few grains of corn by his feet and chewed thoughtfully. "I heard that too dear, but I expect that Gobbler already knows, just as he knew about Sassey, Mandy and Peeps. No, all he can think about is that alien human thing.” He shook his head and continued. “The boy just ain’t right, darlin’...I’m sorry, but he just ain’t, and never has been. You remember, I told you back before he hatched, right after that big blow when we found his egg rolled out of the nest all the way across the floor in that dark dusty corner of the house. I told you then that we should leave him right there and try for another clutch, but you wouldn’t have it.”
Sybil eyed her spouse in irritation. “And you remember what I told you then, too,” she retorted. “I wasn’t about to abandon my very first fertile egg and I’ve no regrets that I didn’t, Sid. He’s been a good boy...until now. Well, he’s not actually bad now, either, just...a bit confused.”
“Have it your way, darlin’,” Sid soothed, “I don’t want you to get your feathers all in a knot. Maybe you’re right and he’s just going through a phase. Though, I kinda think it’s because she doesn’t miss a day coming to see him and giving him all the extra feed he wants, scratching his head and making over him like he’s somethin’ really special.”
“You may have the right of it Sid,” Sybil agreed after a moment, “but what I don’t understand is why. Why has she singled out our boy when there are dozens of others she could have chosen?”
Sid glanced at his mate, uncertain whether he should share the dire warning he had recently been given by Widow Pluckly.
Sybil, however, noticed the odd look in her mates eye and leaned close to him with an inquiring look. “I know that look, Sid,” she said with certainty, “so whatever it is you aren’t telling me you had better just do so right now!”
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“You might wish I hadn’t, love,” he replied softly.
“Now!” she insisted.
“All right, I expect you should know this, anyway,” he conceded with a sad shake of his head. “I was out grazing on the south side of the house yesterday when Widow Pluckly strutted right up to me and told me she’d been noticing our boy had taken up with that human siren. Well...what could I say? I mean, I expect just about everyone has noticed by now, darlin’...so I just nodded. Then she went on to say that her Tom had been enchanted by that very woman before he disappeared, never to be seen or heard from again...and that he vanished just about this time of year, too, so we should be keeping an extra keen eye on Gobbler.”
Sybil reared her head back and glared at her mate.. “What? How does Gladys even know that she is a widow then, if no one has ever seen or heard from her Tom again? Perhaps he just...left her for another. There are wild turkeys about in these parts, you know...and I’ve heard lots of tales about some of those hens, let me tell you!”
Sid sighed. “I know, darlin’, we’ve all heard those stories, but this is something quite different.”
“Oh?” Sybil asked. “What do you mean?”
“Darlin’ have you ever heard that at this time of year humans have a big feast they call Thanksgiving?”
“Why no, but it sounds lovely. But what do humans give thanks for?”
“I’m not exactly sure, beloved, but the point is that their feast supposedly is made up of certain traditional foods with the main course usually being a plump, juicy stuffed and roasted...turkey.”
Sybil’s beady eyes bulged in alarm. “That’s why that tramp has been feeding our Gobbler with all that extra corn and grain! We have to save him, Sid...”
Sid nodded in agreement, but when he and Sybil looked over where Gobbler had been standing for the past hour awaiting the farmer’s wife, Krista, they discovered to their utter horror he was nowhere in sight.


*Don't miss Thanksgiving Surprise, Part 2 on Wednesday's blog!


Friday, November 18, 2016

Abbey Sees Like an Elf



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Prince Abaddon of Loxmere-Goll sees someone in the distance as he rides into the great desert of the Wilderlands with Shot 'n' Stop the python on the back of Arwr the diatryma in Chapter 39 of The Burgeoning...
The sun still hadn't come over the mountains by the time they had set out again, taking a diagonal path down the face of the long steep slope. By the time it was bearing down on them making the day hot, they had gone a good league beyond the shelf, and Abaddon began to make out great tree trunks strewn about everywhere, sticking out of the colored dirt and sand as far as the eye could see.
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Shot 'n' Stop had noticed too. "If thosse bare trunksses are ssuppossed to be a forresst, I don't think we'll ssee any sshade," he said as he slithered across Abaddon's leg to rise up between his arms for a look. "I jusst don't ssee any leavesses, kiddo."
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"I don't either," said Abaddon. "Maybe there was a big fire or something."
"I believe it's a stone forest," said Arwr, "though I'd not heard that such a thing existed outside the Dark Continent."
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"Stone forest?" said Abbey.
"We'll see soon enough. I do know that this is called the Red Desert..."
"Red? It looks tan and white and purple and black."
"Indeed," said Arwr, "but Súlacha said that just beyond the horizon it looks bright brick red, and redder still should we happen to get a rain."
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"Rain?" said Abaddon. "It doesn't look as if it ever rains here."
"Oh but it does. Look at all the deep gullies running down the slopes. I'd allow that it seldom rains."
"Hey!" cried Abaddon, straining to see from under the flat of his hand. "See that, Arwr? I swear I saw someone dart between a couple of stone trees down yonder. I think he had a bright green hood on. I thought nobody lived in the Wilderlands."
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Arwr shared a look with Shot 'n' Stop. "If you're certain, Abby, perhaps we should point him out to King Neron."
"Oh, I saw him."
"Then hang on," said Arwr as he flew down the slope at a light, easy jog.
"Arwr?"
"Yes?"
"Grown-ups never thought I had anything important to say back in Castle Goll."
"Well this could be important," said Arwr, "and try to keep your eye on the spot where you saw him."
Abaddon just hugged Arwr's big fluffy neck.
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"Can ye point him out Prince Abaddon?" said Súlacha as he shaded his eyes to look about.
"'Way out yonder, I think."
Súlacha kept looking. "Ansin," he said with a sharp nod as he stared. "I do indeed see prints in the sand which look to be human, but I see nothing astir down there now but a couple of lizards."
"I don't see any of that," said Abaddon. "You've sure got good eyes."
"But you're not an Elf yet, Prince Abaddon," said Súlacha with a serious face.
"You mean all Elves can see faraway like that?"
The_Burgeoning_Cover_for_Kindle"No. Just the aons with eyes," he said, studying the footprints. "Sire! Look yonder. There's a man down there amongst the stone trees and he has green hair."
"A Fairy!" cried Abaddon with an excited bounce on Arwr, as Neron strained to see just where.
"Well, Prince Abaddon," said Súlacha. "Perhaps you've been a-seeing like an Elf all along, since you were the first to spot him."
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