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December 16, 2023
Trolls
Never try to tame a troll, unless you have a large jar of pickled boars’ feet from the Quiet Harpy Inn & they had better be made by the Harpy herself.
Believe it or not, trolls are practical jokers. One prank will trap you in the troll community and turn you into a marsh pixie. You’ll spend the rest of your days as their entertainment.
The trolls find this particular prank hilarious.
Never accept food or drink from a troll, especially if it smells like dirty socks.
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Believe it or not, trolls are practical jokers. One prank will trap you in the troll community and turn you into a marsh pixie. You’ll spend the rest of your days as their entertainment.
The trolls find this particular prank hilarious.
Never accept food or drink from a troll, especially if it smells like dirty socks.
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December 12, 2023
Harold
Harold was a house cat who enjoyed eating, lounging in the Sun, & occasionally chasing the birds in the backyard.
One afternoon, a strange bird landed in the birdbath at the far corner of the yard & proceeded to squawk & stomp in the water.
The bird got louder and louder. It seemed to be taunting him.
Harold didn't like that.
He lunged for the bird, but it flew up & just out of his reach.
The chase was on. Harold was determined to get the noisy intruder.
The backdoor creaked open. Footsteps tap-tap-tapped across the patio.
Harold knew it was Mrs. Pitt, but he paid no mind to her. He was too busy chasing the offending bird from one corner of the yard to the other.
It landed on a fence post & stared down at him.
Harold jumped & stretched as high as he could. His sharp claws caught the bird's tail feathers. When he landed, a single tail feather came with him.
The bird squawked angrily. It rose high in the air, then suddenly swooped down, aiming for Harold's head.
Harold ran for the house with the bird close behind. Mrs. Pitt had her back turned to the chaos behind her. Suddenly, cat & bird collided with a table full of glass bottles & a bubbling cauldron.
Glass shattered. The cauldron tipped over. The smoking, goopy liquid inside oozed across the patio. Harold could not stop himself in time and slid into the goop. He reached out with a clawed paw for any solid surface to pull himself out, but yanked the bird with him instead.
Suddenly, there was an explosion of light. Mrs. Pitt gasped. The light faded. Harold wasn't Harold anymore. From the neck down, Harold was a bird. He looked up at her and squawked.
Mrs. Pitt tried every spell she could think of to return Harold back to normal, but nothing worked.
Years passed and Mrs. Pitt kept trying to return Harold to normal.
Harold discovered that being half cat & half bird wasn't so bad. He found freedom in soaring the skies. and He was the fastest, & only, cat-bird around. The mixture of bird seed and cat food was quite tasty, too.
One evening, after a particularly large meal, Harold burped & a burst of fire shot across the room. Thankfully, Mrs. Pitt put the fire out just in time, but she was more baffled than ever & returned to her spellbook in search of answers.
One afternoon, a strange bird landed in the birdbath at the far corner of the yard & proceeded to squawk & stomp in the water.
The bird got louder and louder. It seemed to be taunting him.
Harold didn't like that.
He lunged for the bird, but it flew up & just out of his reach.
The chase was on. Harold was determined to get the noisy intruder.
The backdoor creaked open. Footsteps tap-tap-tapped across the patio.
Harold knew it was Mrs. Pitt, but he paid no mind to her. He was too busy chasing the offending bird from one corner of the yard to the other.
It landed on a fence post & stared down at him.
Harold jumped & stretched as high as he could. His sharp claws caught the bird's tail feathers. When he landed, a single tail feather came with him.
The bird squawked angrily. It rose high in the air, then suddenly swooped down, aiming for Harold's head.
Harold ran for the house with the bird close behind. Mrs. Pitt had her back turned to the chaos behind her. Suddenly, cat & bird collided with a table full of glass bottles & a bubbling cauldron.
Glass shattered. The cauldron tipped over. The smoking, goopy liquid inside oozed across the patio. Harold could not stop himself in time and slid into the goop. He reached out with a clawed paw for any solid surface to pull himself out, but yanked the bird with him instead.
Suddenly, there was an explosion of light. Mrs. Pitt gasped. The light faded. Harold wasn't Harold anymore. From the neck down, Harold was a bird. He looked up at her and squawked.
Mrs. Pitt tried every spell she could think of to return Harold back to normal, but nothing worked.
Years passed and Mrs. Pitt kept trying to return Harold to normal.
Harold discovered that being half cat & half bird wasn't so bad. He found freedom in soaring the skies. and He was the fastest, & only, cat-bird around. The mixture of bird seed and cat food was quite tasty, too.
One evening, after a particularly large meal, Harold burped & a burst of fire shot across the room. Thankfully, Mrs. Pitt put the fire out just in time, but she was more baffled than ever & returned to her spellbook in search of answers.
The Faeryn
The Faeryn weren’t always wingless creatures.
There was a time when they resembled fairies so closely that it was hard to tell the two species apart.
The Faeryn and fairies were very competitive with each other and as the years passed, the competitions grew more and more ugly.
One day, the fairies stole the Faeryn King’s prized dagger and fled into The Downs. The Faeryn gave chase, but before they could get the dagger back, the fairies dropped it down the chimney of a witch’s shack.
Bethesda was the cruelest of the cruel. If there was an award for the nastiest witch, Bethesda would win every time.
The King’s guards approached the door to the shack, but he called them back.
“We shall not wake the sleeping beast,” said the King. “We will use magic.”
The Faeryn King and his guards used many spells to try and retrieve the dagger, but the witch’s shack could not be penetrated.
“We will use the chimney,” said the King. He chose the smallest and thinnest guard in the regiment. “Climb down the chimney as quietly and quickly as possible. Be warned. If you wake the witch, she may have you for breakfast.”
The guard climbed on to the roof and climbed into the chimney with ease. The King and his guards watched and waited.
Minutes passed. The King became concerned. He started for the front door, but stopped when it flung open. The small guard flew out and landed in a soot covered heap on the ground.
Bethesda stood in the doorway. “Naughty. Naughty, Faeryn. It’s not nice to wake a witch when she’s getting her beauty sleep,” she cackled.
The King tried to tell her about the fairies and the dagger, but she wasn’t listening. You cannot reason with evil.
Bethesda mumbled something under her breath. Black smoke swirled from her fingertips. The King motioned for his guards to back up. All, but one, did as they were told.
The lone guard slipped into the house and ran back out with the dagger in his hand. He was almost to the King when black smoke whipped around his legs and yanked him back.
“No one steals from me,” screeched Bethesda. She lifted her arms. The black smoke grew. A crack of thunder sounded as her arms came down. The King and his guards fell to the ground; enveloped in a black haze.
They woke to find to find their wings had shriveled and fallen off. Many attempts to repair the wings were made, but they quickly realized, they had no magic either.
The Faeryn returned to their home without the dagger, wings and magic. Their hatred for fairies and witches grew tenfold that day.
They moved far North to the thickest part of The Downs and were never heard from again.
There was a time when they resembled fairies so closely that it was hard to tell the two species apart.
The Faeryn and fairies were very competitive with each other and as the years passed, the competitions grew more and more ugly.
One day, the fairies stole the Faeryn King’s prized dagger and fled into The Downs. The Faeryn gave chase, but before they could get the dagger back, the fairies dropped it down the chimney of a witch’s shack.
Bethesda was the cruelest of the cruel. If there was an award for the nastiest witch, Bethesda would win every time.
The King’s guards approached the door to the shack, but he called them back.
“We shall not wake the sleeping beast,” said the King. “We will use magic.”
The Faeryn King and his guards used many spells to try and retrieve the dagger, but the witch’s shack could not be penetrated.
“We will use the chimney,” said the King. He chose the smallest and thinnest guard in the regiment. “Climb down the chimney as quietly and quickly as possible. Be warned. If you wake the witch, she may have you for breakfast.”
The guard climbed on to the roof and climbed into the chimney with ease. The King and his guards watched and waited.
Minutes passed. The King became concerned. He started for the front door, but stopped when it flung open. The small guard flew out and landed in a soot covered heap on the ground.
Bethesda stood in the doorway. “Naughty. Naughty, Faeryn. It’s not nice to wake a witch when she’s getting her beauty sleep,” she cackled.
The King tried to tell her about the fairies and the dagger, but she wasn’t listening. You cannot reason with evil.
Bethesda mumbled something under her breath. Black smoke swirled from her fingertips. The King motioned for his guards to back up. All, but one, did as they were told.
The lone guard slipped into the house and ran back out with the dagger in his hand. He was almost to the King when black smoke whipped around his legs and yanked him back.
“No one steals from me,” screeched Bethesda. She lifted her arms. The black smoke grew. A crack of thunder sounded as her arms came down. The King and his guards fell to the ground; enveloped in a black haze.
They woke to find to find their wings had shriveled and fallen off. Many attempts to repair the wings were made, but they quickly realized, they had no magic either.
The Faeryn returned to their home without the dagger, wings and magic. Their hatred for fairies and witches grew tenfold that day.
They moved far North to the thickest part of The Downs and were never heard from again.
October 2, 2023
Happy Monday!
GM all. How are you? Wk # ? of rain. So stressed More this wkend. BUT, it's a new day. Sunny & beautiful. #Coffee is in hand. May the day be good to you
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March 6, 2023
Monday
Morning everyone. Happy Monday!
Just popping in to say, Hello! :)
I hope the new year has been treating you right. Can you believe Spring is right around the corner? Spring is my absolute favorite time of year, next to Summer, of course.
I've got a few things in the works & one of them is the 7th Max Hamby book in the series. Check back for more info or join the newsletter (on the home page)
Have a wonderful day & week. More updates coming soon.
K. :)
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Just popping in to say, Hello! :)
I hope the new year has been treating you right. Can you believe Spring is right around the corner? Spring is my absolute favorite time of year, next to Summer, of course.
I've got a few things in the works & one of them is the 7th Max Hamby book in the series. Check back for more info or join the newsletter (on the home page)
Have a wonderful day & week. More updates coming soon.
K. :)
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December 25, 2022
Merry Christmas
Merry Christmas, my friends,
May it be a wonderful holiday for all filled with tons of laughter, joy & love.
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May it be a wonderful holiday for all filled with tons of laughter, joy & love.
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December 18, 2022
Gnomes
It's not easy being a gnome, especially if you've been cursed
with the ability to turn to stone; just ask Gilbert.
Gilbert was a good-hearted gnome, but not as cautious as
he should've been. He lived a good life in a small stump a few
feet away from the home of humans. Every morning
they prepared a feast. The wonderous smells roused Gilbert
from his bed and called to him by way of a very rumbly belly.
He got up with a skip in his step and a jaunty little tune
on his lips, combed his beard, put on his best and only
pair of pants and made his way to the house.
It was the same every day and Gilbert was happy.
Today was different, though. It smelled different.
Before Gilbert could reach the mouse hole that lead to the kitchen, a furry white beast pounced from the bushes and
blocked his way. It hissed and swiped at him with its
razor-sharp claws. He froze in fright.
The beast hovered over him. Its fishy breath made his
stomach churn. Its whiskers grazed his face.
His reflection in the beast's large yellow eyes stared back at him.
Gilbert did the only thing he could think of and turned to stone. He hoped the beast would get bored and go away, but it didn't.
It laid down in the grass and batted at him with its paws.
The sun rose high in the sky. Its rays warming stone Gilbert.
Finally the beast yawned and walked away, but it was too
late for poor Gilbert. He'd been encased in stone for too long.
The humans found him a few days later and wedged him
between a plastic flamingo and a crop of poison ivy.
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with the ability to turn to stone; just ask Gilbert.
Gilbert was a good-hearted gnome, but not as cautious as
he should've been. He lived a good life in a small stump a few
feet away from the home of humans. Every morning
they prepared a feast. The wonderous smells roused Gilbert
from his bed and called to him by way of a very rumbly belly.
He got up with a skip in his step and a jaunty little tune
on his lips, combed his beard, put on his best and only
pair of pants and made his way to the house.
It was the same every day and Gilbert was happy.
Today was different, though. It smelled different.
Before Gilbert could reach the mouse hole that lead to the kitchen, a furry white beast pounced from the bushes and
blocked his way. It hissed and swiped at him with its
razor-sharp claws. He froze in fright.
The beast hovered over him. Its fishy breath made his
stomach churn. Its whiskers grazed his face.
His reflection in the beast's large yellow eyes stared back at him.
Gilbert did the only thing he could think of and turned to stone. He hoped the beast would get bored and go away, but it didn't.
It laid down in the grass and batted at him with its paws.
The sun rose high in the sky. Its rays warming stone Gilbert.
Finally the beast yawned and walked away, but it was too
late for poor Gilbert. He'd been encased in stone for too long.
The humans found him a few days later and wedged him
between a plastic flamingo and a crop of poison ivy.
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#beautiful #pretty #dragons #fantasy
December 12, 2022
Bonedread & Good Morning
Good Morning, lovely people,
I hope all is well & everyone is feeling fine. I've been thinking over my Max Hamby series & one character, in particular stands out, Bonedread (the goblin in the image below). He was never supposed to be a main character, but he definitely pushed his way into the spotlight. Lots to think over. Of course, you'll be the first to know when I come to any conclusions.
Have a wonderful week.
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I hope all is well & everyone is feeling fine. I've been thinking over my Max Hamby series & one character, in particular stands out, Bonedread (the goblin in the image below). He was never supposed to be a main character, but he definitely pushed his way into the spotlight. Lots to think over. Of course, you'll be the first to know when I come to any conclusions.
Have a wonderful week.
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#writer #author #moms #Writerslift #BookTwitter #library #MondayMotivation
December 7, 2022
Dragon Advice
No one ever said owning a dragon would be easy.
Many have tried and failed.
Dragons are unpredictable. They are cantankerous beasts with a
tendency to pinch when they don't get their way.
Razor sharp claws do not tickle. Some dragon owners have
complained about sleepless nights due to snoring that resembles
a jet engine or the midnight feedings.
Word of warning, have a good pair of earplugs and an enormous
supply of pie handy.
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Many have tried and failed.
Dragons are unpredictable. They are cantankerous beasts with a
tendency to pinch when they don't get their way.
Razor sharp claws do not tickle. Some dragon owners have
complained about sleepless nights due to snoring that resembles
a jet engine or the midnight feedings.
Word of warning, have a good pair of earplugs and an enormous
supply of pie handy.
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#addalittlemagic #mglit #ebook #epub #family #kidlit #love
#blogger #mustread #childrensbooks #library #writerslife #sunrise
#beautiful #pretty #5amwritersclub #dragons #fantasy
December 4, 2022
Sunday
Just a test post. Making sure this blog is connected to the new Twitter account.
Hope all is well & everyone is feeling fine.
Hope all is well & everyone is feeling fine.
Kathy Cyr- Author
Kathy Cyr writes in an underground cave, but has her eye on a wizard's castle.
On an average day, she's usually surrounded by a dwarf with a curious addiction to coffee, a moody dragon and a pink pixie ...more
On an average day, she's usually surrounded by a dwarf with a curious addiction to coffee, a moody dragon and a pink pixie ...more
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