Jane Yates's Blog, page 22
March 30, 2015
Octopus タコ Pirate 海賊
my friend Marie, translated this for me
i am so #grateful
Octopus タコ Pirate 海賊
i am so #grateful
Octopus タコ Pirate 海賊
March 27, 2015
5 stars for Garden from Bulgaria
the internet is so great i got a new star rating on goodreads from man in Sofia, Bulgaria. awesome
whould you like to be friends on goodreads?
please add me and i will add you back
jane
jane
March 24, 2015
Paradox Child free today
my books free today http://www.amazon.com/Paradox-Child-B... jane
rock song for Garden
The most fabulous Mack Perry @MackPerryAITG
Vox, Guitar, Composer @AgonyntheGarden #Rock #Music
is reading Garden
http://www.amazon.com/Garden-Jane-Yat... …
Vox, Guitar, Composer @AgonyntheGarden #Rock #Music
is reading Garden
http://www.amazon.com/Garden-Jane-Yat... …
March 17, 2015
happy Saint Patrick's Day
As its Saint Patrick's Day, I thought i would share this short story with you which is in paradox child book 3 as its set in Ireland.
Have a happy Saint Patrick's Day
Chapter 3 and a Half: The Woman Who Lived in an Oak Barrel
‘There was once a very small lady who lived in an old converted oak barrel just outside the village of Ringsend in Coleraine, Ireland, which, as you may not know, Lilly, is where I was born,’ Aislin said.
Lilly smiled and Aislin continued.
‘The oak barrel had one small, neat window cut in its side, to let in the light, and tiny flowered curtains, to keep the warmth in at night. The oak barrel was a reasonable size and had more than ample space for the small lady to live comfortably in. She had a tiny fold-up bed, a tiny fold-up table and two tiny fold-up chairs, one for her and one spare; not that she ever had any visitors who were small enough to stay.’
‘She had room for a small bookcase which had tiny hand-bound leather books on herbs and crafts, and a lovely rug which she had made herself from rags that she used to cover the wooden oak barrel floor.’
‘The oak barrel was too small to have a fire in it would not be safe, so the lady kept a fire alight, day and night, just in front of it. The fire kept insects away in the daytime and also she could feel the warmth from it on her toes as she lay in bed at night.’
‘She had a tiny oil lamp and drew her water from a well that was very near to where she had set up home.’
‘It suited her well to live in an oak barrel because, if ever she got bored of her surroundings or view, she would pay the nearby farmer to pull it to a new location with his two brown shire horses called Bailey and Beauty.’
‘The small lady liked to live in the oak barrel; it was 5ft by 5ft and had a nice comforting hop smell to it. But, although the small lady was happy, at times she was very lonely and found working on her own hard.’
‘The lady would grumble to herself, “Oh, I’m so lonely and the work is so hard for me.”’
‘The lady, although small, was very strong and kept a fair sized plot for growing herbs and vegetables. She loved to garden, but every time she did some work she would grumble, “Oh, I’m so lonely and the work is so hard for me.”’
‘She had a beehive and also made honey soaps to sell in the town market in Ringsend. She made a lot of soap, but every time she would carry them to sell or trade in her homemade hawthorn basket she would grumble, “Oh, I’m so lonely and the work is so hard for me.”’
‘Apart from this she was very happy; she was never ill and had enough money and food to live comfortably in her oak barrel.’
‘She had thought about having a pet for company; she quite liked the idea of a cat, but against her a cat would have been very large and she thought even a little scary, plus there was little room for anything else apart from herself in the oak barrel.’
‘Then early one morning, when she was drawing some water out of the well, she noticed that the bucket was harder to pull up that normal.’
‘“Oh, I’m so lonely and the work is so hard for me,” the lady started to grumble to herself.’
‘When she pulled the bucket up she saw it had a large frog in it.’
‘“Grrrrrr”, said the lady, jumping back and dropping the bucket.’
‘She started to grumble, “Now I will have to pull up another fresh bucket of water. Oh, I’m so lonely and the work is so hard for me.”’
‘The frog hoped out the bucket and changed into a snake. The small woman screamed and dropped the bucket in shock. Then the snake turned into rabbit and hopped about.’
‘The small lady loved rabbit pie and pounced upon the rabbit, which turned into a goat, and then a pig and finally a horse.’
‘The small lady, tired of all the grappling with all the different animals, sat on the damp floor and started to sob, “Oh, I’m so lonely and the work is so hard for me.”’
‘The horse stood still and spoke softly to the small lady. “I’m sorry to have scared you. I was just making up my mind as to what shape would suit me best while I visited your world. I’m Eimíle, a fairy,” she said.’
‘“Well,” said the small lady quickly. “I’m not sure what form would suit you best, but a horse would suit me just right if you would like to come and live with me.”’
‘Eimíle stayed in the form of a horse, smiled, let out a loud nay and shook her mane. Then with her horse teeth, she picked up the small woman and flung her on her back.’
‘The fairy horse sent the bucket down the well again and drew up some fresh water, before setting off back to small lady’s oak barrel house.’
‘The small lady was very pleased to have the horse living with her as every time she went to do something she would only have to start to grumble, “Oh, the work is so hard for me,” and the horse would do the chore for her.’
‘The small woman got lazier and lazier, and hardly did a thing. She grew fatter and fatter and fatter, until one day she was so fat she filled all the sides of her oak barrel home and was completely stuck inside it.’
‘The fairy horse tried its best to pull the lady out of the oak barrel. It grabbed her night clothes with its horse teeth, and pulled and pulled and pulled, but the lady did not come out.’
‘So the fairy turned into a strong bull, and again pulled and pulled and pulled, but the lady still did not come out.’
‘So the fairy bull turned into an elephant, and pulled and pulled and pulled with its long trunk, but the lady still did not come out.’
‘Finally, the lady let out a loud cry. “Ow! Ow! Ow! Please stop! That hurts!”’
‘The fairy stopped being an elephant and turned back into herself. She said, “I have no magic strong enough. You will have to go on a liquid diet of raw vegetable juice.”’
‘But, as it happened, the lady loved raw vegetable juice and soon lost all her weight and even more. Now there was room for them both to live in the oak barrel and the small lady was very, very happy, as she was no longer lonely.’
‘The end!’
Have a happy Saint Patrick's Day
Chapter 3 and a Half: The Woman Who Lived in an Oak Barrel
‘There was once a very small lady who lived in an old converted oak barrel just outside the village of Ringsend in Coleraine, Ireland, which, as you may not know, Lilly, is where I was born,’ Aislin said.
Lilly smiled and Aislin continued.
‘The oak barrel had one small, neat window cut in its side, to let in the light, and tiny flowered curtains, to keep the warmth in at night. The oak barrel was a reasonable size and had more than ample space for the small lady to live comfortably in. She had a tiny fold-up bed, a tiny fold-up table and two tiny fold-up chairs, one for her and one spare; not that she ever had any visitors who were small enough to stay.’
‘She had room for a small bookcase which had tiny hand-bound leather books on herbs and crafts, and a lovely rug which she had made herself from rags that she used to cover the wooden oak barrel floor.’
‘The oak barrel was too small to have a fire in it would not be safe, so the lady kept a fire alight, day and night, just in front of it. The fire kept insects away in the daytime and also she could feel the warmth from it on her toes as she lay in bed at night.’
‘She had a tiny oil lamp and drew her water from a well that was very near to where she had set up home.’
‘It suited her well to live in an oak barrel because, if ever she got bored of her surroundings or view, she would pay the nearby farmer to pull it to a new location with his two brown shire horses called Bailey and Beauty.’
‘The small lady liked to live in the oak barrel; it was 5ft by 5ft and had a nice comforting hop smell to it. But, although the small lady was happy, at times she was very lonely and found working on her own hard.’
‘The lady would grumble to herself, “Oh, I’m so lonely and the work is so hard for me.”’
‘The lady, although small, was very strong and kept a fair sized plot for growing herbs and vegetables. She loved to garden, but every time she did some work she would grumble, “Oh, I’m so lonely and the work is so hard for me.”’
‘She had a beehive and also made honey soaps to sell in the town market in Ringsend. She made a lot of soap, but every time she would carry them to sell or trade in her homemade hawthorn basket she would grumble, “Oh, I’m so lonely and the work is so hard for me.”’
‘Apart from this she was very happy; she was never ill and had enough money and food to live comfortably in her oak barrel.’
‘She had thought about having a pet for company; she quite liked the idea of a cat, but against her a cat would have been very large and she thought even a little scary, plus there was little room for anything else apart from herself in the oak barrel.’
‘Then early one morning, when she was drawing some water out of the well, she noticed that the bucket was harder to pull up that normal.’
‘“Oh, I’m so lonely and the work is so hard for me,” the lady started to grumble to herself.’
‘When she pulled the bucket up she saw it had a large frog in it.’
‘“Grrrrrr”, said the lady, jumping back and dropping the bucket.’
‘She started to grumble, “Now I will have to pull up another fresh bucket of water. Oh, I’m so lonely and the work is so hard for me.”’
‘The frog hoped out the bucket and changed into a snake. The small woman screamed and dropped the bucket in shock. Then the snake turned into rabbit and hopped about.’
‘The small lady loved rabbit pie and pounced upon the rabbit, which turned into a goat, and then a pig and finally a horse.’
‘The small lady, tired of all the grappling with all the different animals, sat on the damp floor and started to sob, “Oh, I’m so lonely and the work is so hard for me.”’
‘The horse stood still and spoke softly to the small lady. “I’m sorry to have scared you. I was just making up my mind as to what shape would suit me best while I visited your world. I’m Eimíle, a fairy,” she said.’
‘“Well,” said the small lady quickly. “I’m not sure what form would suit you best, but a horse would suit me just right if you would like to come and live with me.”’
‘Eimíle stayed in the form of a horse, smiled, let out a loud nay and shook her mane. Then with her horse teeth, she picked up the small woman and flung her on her back.’
‘The fairy horse sent the bucket down the well again and drew up some fresh water, before setting off back to small lady’s oak barrel house.’
‘The small lady was very pleased to have the horse living with her as every time she went to do something she would only have to start to grumble, “Oh, the work is so hard for me,” and the horse would do the chore for her.’
‘The small woman got lazier and lazier, and hardly did a thing. She grew fatter and fatter and fatter, until one day she was so fat she filled all the sides of her oak barrel home and was completely stuck inside it.’
‘The fairy horse tried its best to pull the lady out of the oak barrel. It grabbed her night clothes with its horse teeth, and pulled and pulled and pulled, but the lady did not come out.’
‘So the fairy turned into a strong bull, and again pulled and pulled and pulled, but the lady still did not come out.’
‘So the fairy bull turned into an elephant, and pulled and pulled and pulled with its long trunk, but the lady still did not come out.’
‘Finally, the lady let out a loud cry. “Ow! Ow! Ow! Please stop! That hurts!”’
‘The fairy stopped being an elephant and turned back into herself. She said, “I have no magic strong enough. You will have to go on a liquid diet of raw vegetable juice.”’
‘But, as it happened, the lady loved raw vegetable juice and soon lost all her weight and even more. Now there was room for them both to live in the oak barrel and the small lady was very, very happy, as she was no longer lonely.’
‘The end!’
Anna reading Garden
so excited as i have been sent the first fifteen mins of Anna reading Garden . Not long now and you will all be able to hear it all :)
March 16, 2015
discount code for garden
Discount code to purchase Garden for 35% off
Here is the code: EN36V
Here is the Smashwords link for Garden – https://www.smashwords.com/books/view...
Here is the code: EN36V
Here is the Smashwords link for Garden – https://www.smashwords.com/books/view...
March 13, 2015
book 2 is free now
Free to download today in all regains. hers USA link http://www.amazon.com/Therianthropy-P... Book 2 Paradox Child. #magic animals that turn into people #YA
