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Excerpt: RETURN OF THE LIVING PROOF, Neighborlee, Ohio, Book 9

 WhatI wanted to know, but didn't dare ask at that time, was why someextra-dimensional visitors had to take on terrestrial forms, and theirlimitations, such as Cerb and Loralee, while others, like Maurice, went aroundin their own bodies? Although, granted, in the case of Maurice, with somemodifications.

Instead,I thought for a few seconds, then said, "Harry moved into Felicity'splace. Would his old room be good enough? Not much furniture to move around.Put the mattress on the floor, or would they want to sleep on the bed at normalheight?"

MaybeI gave in too fast. On the other hand, this was a pregnant woman, even if shedidn't look like one. I owed Cerb for protecting my neck a few times last year.

"Arethere any special arrangements they need?" I hated talking to Maurice whenCerb and Loralee were right there. I had gone through situations just like thisafter I landed in my wheelchair. Too many people had a tendency to want to talkover or around someone in a wheelchair or showing other handicaps. They seemedto prefer to deal with the able-bodied person with the gimp, instead of talkingdirectly to the gimp. Kind of rude. I didn't want to do that to them. Sincethey couldn't talk to me, I had to ask Maurice, who was clearly there asgo-between.

"Justa place to get out of the darkness. There's a kind of a clash of magics andresonances, so it's a little uncomfortable to stay at Divine's for too longonce the sun goes down. Don't ask. I don't understand."

Cerbsnorted and Loralee gave a little whine. 

"Yeah, neither dothey. Probably some side effect of staying so long in these bodies. Anyway, duringthe day, they'll be on patrol, although Loralee will probably spend a lot ofthe next couple weeks getting off her feet, down in the park, or atDivine's." Maurice shrugged. "They've never been through this, I sureas heck haven't been through this before, so … we're all guessing."

Excerpt: RETURN OF THE LIVING PROOF, Neighborlee, Ohio, Book 9

 "Atleast, we hope. We need a safe place for her to hole up until the demon spawnare born."

Sohelp me, I wished I had a fly swatter. I knew Maurice liked Cerb, so hewouldn't say something like that unless he was either in a viciously snarkymood, or he was joking. Still, I wanted to hit him hard enough to send him allthe way to home plate at Progressive Field. Considering how far away we werefrom Downtown, that would take a lot of muscle power, aided by my telekinetictalent. I was sure I could manage it. How dare he say something like that aboutbabies who hadn't been born yet?

Unlesshe wasn't joking?

"Umm,Maurice … what will the babies look like when they're born? Do they take afterthe physical bodies of their parents, or are they …" I couldn't finish thequestion. I looked into Loralee's big amethyst eyes and I couldn't find thewords. 

Yeah, ever heard of anormal, ordinary dog with amethyst eyes? Proof she was otherworldly.

Excerpt: RETURN OF THE LIVING PROOF, Neighborlee, Ohio, Book 9

 Justa few days after that, Maurice rode over to my house on Cerb. I hadn't seen myguardian hound-angel for a while, and one look at the smaller, cuter houndsitting next to him told me why.

"Cerb,you dog." I couldn't help it.

Thehound was a girl, and since she was visibly pregnant, chances were good she wasthe sweetheart for whom Cerb had taken voluntary exile and guardian service onEarth.

Hesnorted and his mouth fell open, tongue lolling out extra long, with lots ofdrool. His gross way of laughing at me. Maybe getting back at me for theteasing.

"Hey,Lanie," Maurice said, and leaped off Cerb's back to hover in front of me.I knew he was uncomfortable with all the sparkle and glitter of his wings,which were part of his punishment when he was exiled to Earth, but watchingthem go at nearly sonic speed to keep him hovering was … mesmerizing. "Weneed your help."

"Felicityis as close as you're going to get to an OB-GYN for … well, anthropomorphicinterdimensional travelers."

"No,not that." He swallowed and looked a little green for a few seconds. Thecolor hovered longest in the tips of his tiny pointed ears. The guy was onlyfive inches tall, but that was a vibrant shade that just stayed visible."At least, not yet. Loralee isn't due to pop for another month." 

Cerb made a sound somewherebetween a cough, a choke, and a grunt.

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Excerpt: RETURN OF THE LIVING PROOF, Neighborlee, Ohio, Book 9

 

Justtwo days later, Hayward responded with information, classified for now becauseof its oddness: images of churning, unusual weather patterns in the area of theBermuda Triangle. What looked like the "seeds" of hurricanes, thereone moment, with streaks of electric blue going through them, and then gonejust a few heartbeats later. And no signs that anything had been disturbed,other than broken palm fronds or foam on the water.

Imight have found some hope, to share with my brothers. The disturbances thatseemed to be tied into Lost Kids or Hunt activity were in the vicinity of theTriangle. However, there was a big blank area, clearly visible once thelocations of all the disturbances were marked onto one map. Smack dab in themiddle of that blank area was the hotel where my parents had been staying whenthey vanished. And, as Daniel had revealed to us last summer, where hisgrandfather, Arthur, had been staying. He had been in Bermuda at the same timeas my parents, following up his own research. We were all disappointed to learnthat he hadn't been there to meet my folks or pursue a similar line ofresearch. It was all luck. Maybe bad luck on Arthur's part. He had been knockedflat by something that was still inexplicable, about the same time my folksvanished. He had been drained physically, and his memory of several days wipedaway. Arthur had taken months to recover.

Ofcourse, Neighborlee sat in the middle of a big blank area, too. All sorts ofelectrical energy and disturbances, and our town was in the proverbial eye ofthe storm.

Kindof makes you wonder, you know?

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Return of the Living Proof

What do a pregnant, shape-changing,interdimensional visitor, a questionable summer job at an even morequestionable new business, a college life sciences project, and returningnemeses have to do with finally finding out what happened to Charlie and RainbowZephyr?

That's what Lanie and her growing teamof allies are trying to figure out.

Cerb is back, with Loralee, the"girl" of his dreams -- both of them stuck in dog shape while onEarth -- and looking forward to a "blessed event." Instead ofsuffering cravings, Loralee digs up Lanie's yard, in her sleep, uncovering jewelsand bones and trouble.

Then there are strange visions thatresult from unwise exploration of Black Water Pool and Jinx's pond. Both areoff-limits spots in the quarries that have been seriously and strangelyaffected by past magic. And Senior Prank Night escapades.

When magically altered water seems toopen a doorway to view the past, Lanie and her brothers take  advantage of a chance to figure out whathappened to their parents in Bermuda, going on two years ago. The question isif they're preparing to rescue their parents -- or if they are the cause of themystery after all.

 

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Excerpt: SHRUNK: THE EXILE OF MAURICE, Neighborlee, Ohio, Book 8

 

"Okay …"Maurice nodded. "I see what you mean. Didn't see that coming. I do likeStar Trek …" He clasped his hands under his chin and fluttered hiseyelashes.

Angela sputtered,fighting laughter. "We'll see. If you behave yourself for the next coupleweeks. Now, to business. The guardians can handle the reality of you, intheory. With others who are sensitive enough to see you, we must tread lightly.To avoid tipping them in the wrong direction."

"Like Ken?"

"Perhaps. Kennoticed something, even if he isn't sure what. You don't want to get off to abad start."

"I think I'm offto a great start. Helping two lonely hearts has to make big points with the FaeCouncil, don't you think?"

"Did you makeKen--"

"Nah, he thoughtof that all by himself. Guys like that need full-time keepers, helping othersand ignoring themselves." His frustrated look faded into sympathy."They'd look good together, you think?"

"I think thosetwo would be very good together, yes." Angela tugged Maurice's outfitstraight. "And I think they could do with a little help. A little.Not interference. A few nudges. Clearing a few obstacles out of their path.That sort of thing. Nothing drastic to catch the attention of Humans, and nostrong use of magic."

"What strongmagic?" he snarled. "When the Council pasted these stupid wings on meand shrank me, they shrank everything."

"If you don'tfix that attitude, you can spend the entire Christmas season on thattree." She fought not to burst out laughing when terror blanched his ruddycomplexion.

"It's kind ofhard not to have an attitude when you're used to being over six feet tall andyou're condemned to five inches for two Human years," he moaned He glancedtoward the doorway and leaped into the air, before vanishing in a shower of purplesparks.

Jo came back into theroom, accompanied by Holly. She wore a royal blue calf-length knit shirt-dressthat hugged her slim frame. "What do you think?" She turned around,making the skirt flare out.

"You are goingto knock them dead. They'll have to make you secretary to the president whenyou interview," Angela said.

"I'll just beglad to have a job with regular hours, indoors, and no newsprint or dieselfumes or engine pieces all over the floor."

"Go on back intothat room," she made a twirling motion with her hand, "and don't comeout until you have at least one outfit for each day of the week. That's anorder."

Jo and Holly pickedout three more dresses, two skirts, two pairs of dress pants, and several sweatersand blouses. They chattered excitedly as they left together, hauling Jo's newclothes out to her car.

Angela curved herhands around the Wishing Ball. The dragon's ruby eyes glowed softly in the dimafternoon light. "I wish for you a happily ever after," shewhispered. Sparks spun up out of the Wishing Ball and shot out across the shop,through the front door. They split into two streams outside, following thepaths Jo and Ken had taken.

Excerpt: SHRUNK: THE EXILE OF MAURICE, Neighborlee, Ohio, Book 8

 The moment theyvanished down the hall, the light in the main room lost some of its warmth. TheChristmas tree shuddered. Angela's smile flattened. The angel shot off applegreen sparks, fluttered his wings, and slid down a succession of branches untilhe was eye-level with Angela. He used the last branch as a springboard and dida quadruple twist through the air to land on the counter in front of her.

"Maurice."

"Angela."He gestured at his angel outfit. "Mercy? Haven't I been a good boy most ofthe day?"

"Most of it."Her lips twitched as she fought a smile.

His gold and whiterobes changed to the camouflage clothes he had stolen from G.I. Joe. Mauricesighed in relief, then glanced sideways at her.

"You know whatI'm like. You read that report Asmondius sent you. You asked for it when yousentenced me to the top of the tree in that ridiculous get-up." He crossedhis arms and returned her glare for five seconds. Then they both grinned. "Comeon, Angie-baby. If I have to help Humans, I can have a little fun, can'tI?"

"A 'little fun'is what got you sent here." She stepped back and looked him over."People see more at Divine's."

"Uh, duh,"Lanie Zephyr said, wheeling into the room. "First winkies, now …mini-Legolas?"

"Hey,babe." Maurice saluted, bending over far enough to make himself turn asomersault in mid-air. "Thought I saw you seeing me."

"Nice to knoweverything we went through this summer hasn't driven me bonkers just yet."

"Lanie, couldyou let Maurice and me deal with some business?" Angela said, never takingher gaze off Maurice.

"Hey, sure. Justwanted to make sure I wasn't …" She twirled her forefinger by her righttemple. "I gotta run, committee meeting. You're not into Star Trek, areyou, Maurice?"

"Please."Angela rolled her eyes, but her lips twitched, fighting a smile. "That isthe last thing we need. Most of the people who might be able to hear or evensee Maurice belong to your club. It might not be wise. Not yet, at the start ofhis exile."

"Exile?"Lanie looked like she was going to ask more questions. She took a deep breath,shook her head, and turned to head out of the room. "They'd be less likelyto notice at our Christmas party. Someone's always trying to spike the fake Romulanale …"

"Lanie,go!" 

She flashed the Vulcan salute and her wheelchair speddown the hallway and out of sight. Without touching the wheels.

Excerpt: SHRUNK: THE EXILE OF MAURICE, Neighborlee, Ohio, Book 8

 "Hey,Angela?" She yanked her baseball cap off, letting her sweaty,toffee-colored curls fall down around her shoulders.

"What do I knowabout Ken Jenkins and Myerhausen?" She leaned forward on her partiallycleared counter, blue eyes sparkling. "Myerhausen is about eight milesnorth of Neighborlee. It handles a lot of the shipping, logistics andwarehousing for companies around Cleveland. As for Ken..." She sighed andshook her head. "Ken is a nice guy who always lends a helping hand, butnever seems to get a break."

"That's what Ithought," Jo murmured. She thought of Ken's big, chocolate brown eyes, hissnub nose and his short-cropped hair. Something warmed deep inside.

"The two of youwould make a nice couple." Angela almost sang the words, under her breath.

"Don't even gothere. Until Auntie's hospital bills are all paid up, I'm too busy workingthree different jobs to have a social life, much less..." Jo sighed.

"Get distractedby a truly nice guy?"

"Hormones.Especially if I end up working with, or even for, my Santa Claus. So Myerhausendoes warehousing and shipping, huh? Well, that suits me. All my clothes looklike this." She slapped at her grime-streaked clothes. "Working allthe time has been great for my diet, but not my wardrobe."

Jo had worn heroldest clothes today to help haul boxes out of storage. Her good clothesweren't much better. She had lost a lot of weight since coming to Neighborlee,so her baggy clothes made her look like a ragamuffin. That hadn't matteredbefore, because her paper route and other odd jobs didn't leave her time forsocializing. With Aunt Myrtle's bills to pay off, she didn't have the money toshop for a new wardrobe now, either.

"You are notaiming at a dirty warehouse job," Angela scolded. "I have some nicedresses in the back, just perfect for an office job." She hooked her thumbover her shoulder, in the direction of the secondhand clothing room. "Holly,you helped me hang them up, you know where they are. Don't let her leave untilshe has something nice." 

Holly saluted. She wiped her hands on the seat of herjeans as she crossed the room. When Jo didn't follow her immediately, shegrowled teasingly and grabbed hold of her hand. They went laughing through thedoorway, Holly pretending to drag her.