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November 26, 2018
Morning
GM, my friends. Happy Mon. I hope you all are well.
If you're shopping on this lovely Cyber Monday & need a new read or know someone who enjoys a good fantasy series, come check out mine. The Max Hamby series is full of action, adventure, humor & friendship.
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If you're shopping on this lovely Cyber Monday & need a new read or know someone who enjoys a good fantasy series, come check out mine. The Max Hamby series is full of action, adventure, humor & friendship.
https://kathycyr.weebly.com/find-us.html
#addalittlemagic #read #mglit #books #family #kidlit #ChildrensBooks #art #writerslife #epub #digitalart #illustrator #moms #parents #mustread #adventure #writer #kindle #blog #friends #amazon #WritersCommunity #selfpublish #amwriting #5amwritersclub #fantasy
Published on November 26, 2018 07:47
November 24, 2018
Rez Bonedread
One of my favorite characters, in the Max Hamby series, is Rez Bonedread.
Bonedread, for short.
He's a flexible goblin. One moment he's rubbing elbows with the upper class that glide through Grimhold Marketplace and in the next moment, he's mud wrestling the sword vendor two stalls down.
He is straight forward and says what's on his mind. His words may sting and you may not like them, but he sets it on the table for all to see and to be dealt with there and then. He has no patience for beating around the bush.
He has a crusty outer shell, but inside, this goblin is a ball of mush, especially when it comes to his son, Zeeback.
Yes, he is greedy, money hungry and self-centered, but he is also the most loyal friend you'll ever find anywhere.
You wouldn't know it by looking at him, but Bonedread is a winner. He gets what he wants and what he wants is for you to pick up your copy of the Max Hamby series. This series will take you for an unforgettable fantasy-filled ride.
Books 1 through 6 are available now. Makes a great gift or stocking stuffer.
https://kathycyr.weebly.com/find-us.html
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Bonedread, for short.
He's a flexible goblin. One moment he's rubbing elbows with the upper class that glide through Grimhold Marketplace and in the next moment, he's mud wrestling the sword vendor two stalls down.
He is straight forward and says what's on his mind. His words may sting and you may not like them, but he sets it on the table for all to see and to be dealt with there and then. He has no patience for beating around the bush.
He has a crusty outer shell, but inside, this goblin is a ball of mush, especially when it comes to his son, Zeeback.
Yes, he is greedy, money hungry and self-centered, but he is also the most loyal friend you'll ever find anywhere.
You wouldn't know it by looking at him, but Bonedread is a winner. He gets what he wants and what he wants is for you to pick up your copy of the Max Hamby series. This series will take you for an unforgettable fantasy-filled ride.
Books 1 through 6 are available now. Makes a great gift or stocking stuffer.
https://kathycyr.weebly.com/find-us.html
#addalittlemagic #read #mglit #books #family #kidlit #ChildrensBooks #art #writerslife #epub #digitalart #illustrator #moms #parents #mustread #adventure #writer #kindle #blog #friends #amazon #WritersCommunity #selfpublish #amwriting #5amwritersclub #fantasy
Published on November 24, 2018 03:09
Rez Bonedread
One of my favorite characters, in the Max Hamby series, is
Rez Bonedread.
Bonedread, for short.
He's a flexible goblin. One moment he's rubbing elbows with the
upper class that glide through Grimhold Marketplace and in the
next moment, he's mud wrestling the sword vendor two stalls down.
He is straight forward and says what's on his mind. His words may
sting and you may not like them, but he sets it on the table for all
to see and to be dealt with there and then. He has no patience for
beating around the bush.
He has a crusty outer shell, but inside, this goblin is a ball of
mush, especially when it comes to his son, Zeeback.
Yes, he is greedy, money hungry and self-centered, but he is also
the most loyal friend you'll ever find anywhere.
You wouldn't know it by looking at him, but Bonedread is a winner.
He gets what he wants and what he wants is for you to pick up your
copy of the Max Hamby series. This series will take you for
an unforgettable fantasy-filled ride.
Books 1 through 6 are available now. Makes a great gift or
stocking stuffer.
https://kathycyr.weebly.com/find-us.html
#addalittlemagic #read #mglit #books #family #kidlit #mom #ChildrensBooks
#art #writerslife #epub #digitalart #illustrator #moms #parents #mustread #love
#travel #food #adventure #writer #kindle #blog #kids #cute #amazon
#coffee #WritersCommunity #selfpublish #amwriting #5amwritersclub
Rez Bonedread.
Bonedread, for short.
He's a flexible goblin. One moment he's rubbing elbows with the
upper class that glide through Grimhold Marketplace and in the
next moment, he's mud wrestling the sword vendor two stalls down.
He is straight forward and says what's on his mind. His words may
sting and you may not like them, but he sets it on the table for all
to see and to be dealt with there and then. He has no patience for
beating around the bush.
He has a crusty outer shell, but inside, this goblin is a ball of
mush, especially when it comes to his son, Zeeback.
Yes, he is greedy, money hungry and self-centered, but he is also
the most loyal friend you'll ever find anywhere.
You wouldn't know it by looking at him, but Bonedread is a winner.
He gets what he wants and what he wants is for you to pick up your
copy of the Max Hamby series. This series will take you for
an unforgettable fantasy-filled ride.
Books 1 through 6 are available now. Makes a great gift or
stocking stuffer.
https://kathycyr.weebly.com/find-us.html
#addalittlemagic #read #mglit #books #family #kidlit #mom #ChildrensBooks
#art #writerslife #epub #digitalart #illustrator #moms #parents #mustread #love
#travel #food #adventure #writer #kindle #blog #kids #cute #amazon
#coffee #WritersCommunity #selfpublish #amwriting #5amwritersclub

Published on November 24, 2018 02:52
Books & Holiday
Good afternoon, my friends,
I hope you're all doing well and feeling fine. The crazy weather, here,
has finally calmed a bit. We'll see what happens in the coming
week, though. Wherever you are, I hope you're warm and safe.
The holiday season has officially begun.
I never get my holiday shopping done early. I'm always scrambling
at the last minute. How about you? Do you get all your shopping
done early or do you scramble, like me?
Whether you're early, scramble or you're somewhere in between,
my fantasy series is perfect for any book lover. Need a break
from the holiday chaos? Great! Grab a comfy seat, maybe a warm
blanket and something hot to drink. The Max Hamby series is the
perfect addition when you need a break.
Books 1 through 6, find us here:
https://kathycyr.weebly.com/find-us.html
#addalittlemagic #read #mglit #books#family #kidlit #mom #ChildrensBooks #art
#digitalart #illustrator #moms #parents#mustread #love #travel #food #adventure
#blog #kids #cute #amazon #coffee
I hope you're all doing well and feeling fine. The crazy weather, here,
has finally calmed a bit. We'll see what happens in the coming
week, though. Wherever you are, I hope you're warm and safe.
The holiday season has officially begun.
I never get my holiday shopping done early. I'm always scrambling
at the last minute. How about you? Do you get all your shopping
done early or do you scramble, like me?
Whether you're early, scramble or you're somewhere in between,
my fantasy series is perfect for any book lover. Need a break
from the holiday chaos? Great! Grab a comfy seat, maybe a warm
blanket and something hot to drink. The Max Hamby series is the
perfect addition when you need a break.
Books 1 through 6, find us here:
https://kathycyr.weebly.com/find-us.html
#addalittlemagic #read #mglit #books#family #kidlit #mom #ChildrensBooks #art
#digitalart #illustrator #moms #parents#mustread #love #travel #food #adventure
#blog #kids #cute #amazon #coffee

Published on November 24, 2018 01:00
November 23, 2018
Books & Holidays
Good afternoon, my friends,
I hope you're all doing well and feeling fine. The crazy weather, here, has finally calmed a bit. We'll see what happens in the coming week, though. Wherever you are, I
hope you're warm and safe.
The holiday season has officially begun.
I never get my holiday shopping done early. I'm always scrambling at the last minute. How about you? Do you get all your shopping done early or do you scramble, like me?
Whether you're early, scramble or you're somewhere in between, my fantasy series is perfect for any book lover. Need a break from the holiday chaos? Great! Grab a comfy seat, maybe a warm blanket and something hot to drink. The Max Hamby series is the perfect addition when you need a break.
https://kathycyr.weebly.com/find-us.html
#addalittlemagic #read #mglit #books #family #kidlit #mom #ChildrensBooks #art #digitalart #illustrator #moms #parents #mustread #love #travel #food #adventure
#blog #kids #cute #amazon #coffee
I hope you're all doing well and feeling fine. The crazy weather, here, has finally calmed a bit. We'll see what happens in the coming week, though. Wherever you are, I
hope you're warm and safe.
The holiday season has officially begun.
I never get my holiday shopping done early. I'm always scrambling at the last minute. How about you? Do you get all your shopping done early or do you scramble, like me?
Whether you're early, scramble or you're somewhere in between, my fantasy series is perfect for any book lover. Need a break from the holiday chaos? Great! Grab a comfy seat, maybe a warm blanket and something hot to drink. The Max Hamby series is the perfect addition when you need a break.
https://kathycyr.weebly.com/find-us.html
#addalittlemagic #read #mglit #books #family #kidlit #mom #ChildrensBooks #art #digitalart #illustrator #moms #parents #mustread #love #travel #food #adventure
#blog #kids #cute #amazon #coffee
Published on November 23, 2018 11:55
November 19, 2018
Monday
GM, my friends. Happy Mon. May it be a great day for you.
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Published on November 19, 2018 03:40
November 17, 2018
New Blog Entry
I hope you're all doing well and feeling fine.
I pulled out some notes for the Max Hamby series from 2015 and reworked them. They were notes to let me know how Max got his stone/magic and thought I'd share a bit. You can find the rest on the site...
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They moved closer to the bassinet in the center of the room. Esther picked the baby up and held him close. “Hello, little one.” She gently ran her hand over the top of his head. “He’s so small and pink.” The baby opened his eyes. “Just like your father.” She planted a kiss on his forehead. “I don’t think we should do this. Annora was adamant the child remain untouched.”
“Esther, put him down. We must hurry,” said Griselda.
Petunia Pitt laid a hand on Esther’s arm and leaned in to get a better look. Green eyes flecked with gold blinked up at her. “They are coming, ladies.”
Esther placed the baby back in his bassinet. “Annora should be here.”
Griselda blew out a breath and raised a hand. “I understand your concerns, dear sister, but Annora would never understand.”
Petunia put her hand into the front pocket of her coat. Her thin eyebrows came together. Wrinkles deepened across her forehead. “I know I put it in here.” She felt the outside of her coat, then jammed her hands into the side pockets.
“We are putting the child in danger,” said Esther, crossing her arms.
Petunia Pitt snapped her fingers and reached into a pocket in the inside of her coat. “It is the only way,” she said, pulling her hand out. She held a blood-red diamond up to the light, turning it this way and that. “Beautiful,” she said, placing it in Griselda’s outstretched hand.
“Griselda, are you sure this is safe? Are there side effects?” asked Esther, wringing her hands.
“Esther, stop worrying. He won’t feel a thing,” said Griselda.
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Read the rest here:
https://kathycyr.weebly.com/readers/s...
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I pulled out some notes for the Max Hamby series from 2015 and reworked them. They were notes to let me know how Max got his stone/magic and thought I'd share a bit. You can find the rest on the site...
_______________________________
They moved closer to the bassinet in the center of the room. Esther picked the baby up and held him close. “Hello, little one.” She gently ran her hand over the top of his head. “He’s so small and pink.” The baby opened his eyes. “Just like your father.” She planted a kiss on his forehead. “I don’t think we should do this. Annora was adamant the child remain untouched.”
“Esther, put him down. We must hurry,” said Griselda.
Petunia Pitt laid a hand on Esther’s arm and leaned in to get a better look. Green eyes flecked with gold blinked up at her. “They are coming, ladies.”
Esther placed the baby back in his bassinet. “Annora should be here.”
Griselda blew out a breath and raised a hand. “I understand your concerns, dear sister, but Annora would never understand.”
Petunia put her hand into the front pocket of her coat. Her thin eyebrows came together. Wrinkles deepened across her forehead. “I know I put it in here.” She felt the outside of her coat, then jammed her hands into the side pockets.
“We are putting the child in danger,” said Esther, crossing her arms.
Petunia Pitt snapped her fingers and reached into a pocket in the inside of her coat. “It is the only way,” she said, pulling her hand out. She held a blood-red diamond up to the light, turning it this way and that. “Beautiful,” she said, placing it in Griselda’s outstretched hand.
“Griselda, are you sure this is safe? Are there side effects?” asked Esther, wringing her hands.
“Esther, stop worrying. He won’t feel a thing,” said Griselda.
______________________________
Read the rest here:
https://kathycyr.weebly.com/readers/s...
#addalittlemagic #read #mglit #books #family #kidlit #mom #ChildrensBooks #art #digitalart #illustrator #moms #parents #mustread #love #travel #food #adventure #blog #kids #amazon #coffee #theweekend
Published on November 17, 2018 02:57
Story Time
Good Morning, my friends.
It has been a while. I hope you're all doing well and feeling fine.
I pulled out some notes for the Max Hamby series from 2015 and reworked them. They were notes to let me know how Max got his stone/magic and thought I'd share. I hope you like them.
__________________________________________________
They moved closer to the bassinet in the center of the room. Esther picked the baby up and held him close. “Hello, little one.” She gently ran her hand over the top of his head. “He’s so small and pink.” The baby opened his eyes. “Just like your father.” She planted a kiss on his forehead. “I don’t think we should do this. Annora was adamant the child remain untouched.”
“Esther, put him down. We must hurry,” said Griselda.
Petunia Pitt laid a hand on Esther’s arm and leaned in to get a better look. Green eyes flecked with gold blinked up at her. “They are coming, ladies.”
Esther placed the baby back in his bassinet. “Annora should be here.”
Griselda blew out a breath and raised a hand. “I understand your concerns, dear sister, but Annora would never understand.”
Petunia put her hand into the front pocket of her coat. Her thin eyebrows came together. Wrinkles deepened across her forehead. “I know I put it in here.” She felt the outside of her coat, then jammed her hands into the side pockets.
“We are putting the child in danger,” said Esther, crossing her arms.
Petunia Pitt snapped her fingers and reached into a pocket in the inside of her coat. “It is the only way,” she said, pulling her hand out. She held a blood-red diamond up to the light, turning it this way and that. “Beautiful,” she said, placing it in Griselda’s outstretched hand.
“Griselda, are you sure this is safe? Are there side effects?” asked Esther, wringing her hands.
“Esther, stop worrying. He won’t feel a thing,” said Griselda. She rotated her hand above her head. The door to the nursery closed and locked itself. The viewing window frosted over. The baby giggled. She leaned over his bassinet and caressed his cheek with a finger. “We will meet again, Max.” She placed the diamond on his chest and stepped back. Her eyebrows shot halfway up her forehead when it started to glow. She held her hands out, then nodded to the other two ladies and waited as they did the same.
“Enemies abound that we can see. Protector of the stone you shall be. What is out, is now in. Upon your chest a mark begins. As we be, you walk in light. A prophecy fulfilled. We stand and fight.” They chanted twice more before stepping back.
Petunia clasped her hands together in anticipation. Esther held her breath. Griselda concentrated on the stone. It sparked and crackled. The child had fallen asleep some time during the chant. With one final flash, the stone sunk into his chest; a pink diamond-shaped birthmark was the only evidence of where the blood-red diamond had been seconds before.
“It is done,” whispered Griselda.
Esther shook her head. “What have we done? What if Isolde’s minions track him down?”
“Not to worry, sister. The stone will remain dormant until he is sixteen years old. By then, he should be capable, mentally and physically, of handling such power. Let us hope that the evil that walks the earth now is long gone and the boy can learn on his own time.” She gently stroked the top of his head, then looked up. Esther and Petunia stared at her with eyebrows raised. She yanked her hand and straightened her cape.
“What if Annora were to discover what we have done?” asked Esther, barely above a whisper.
“She will not. The birthmark will remain a birthmark and that is all she will see. Besides, Annora is better off not knowing anything.”
Petunia whipped around. “Ladies, Annora is the least of our worries.” The doorknob to the nursery turned and clicked, but did not open. Voices argued softly on the other side. The night nurse’s shadow danced across the frosted viewing window, then disappeared in the opposite direction. Four bulky shadows appeared. Petunia grabbed Griselda’s arm. “We must do something or they will kill us all, including the child.”
“Summon the children.”
Esther nodded and chanted softly. “My Nightling friends, I call to thee. Your help is needed. Come to me.”
They waited and watched for movement. It did not take long. Thick, dark mist poured into the room from under the door, the vent near the ceiling and even from a large crack in the wall.
Petunia Pitt turned round and round, hopping from one foot to the other. “What are they?” she asked, swiping at her leg.
“Petunia, do not fear them. They are merely shadows of children who lost their way. They were unable to make it to the other side,” explained Griselda.
Esther leaned a cheek into one of the larger shadows. “They are my friends. I protect them and keep them safe in my garden.”
“Tell them to shield the boy. We are running out of time,” said Griselda.
Esther whispered to the shadow. It flew around the room, in and out of the others. A dark cloud swirled around the bassinet. It turned faster and faster until the Nightlings and the child disappeared.
Heavy footsteps pounded down the hall outside the nursery. “We cannot go back the way we came. Do we stand and fight?” asked Petunia.
The Nightlings gathered around Griselda’s feet. She shifted uncomfortably and swiped at them. “Sister, tell your friends to stop. This is no time to play.”
The largest shadow rose up beside Esther. She leaned in and listened. “They are not playing, Griselda. They intend to shield us, too.” She moved the other two ladies to the viewing window. “Stay still and don’t make a sound.” The Nightlings swirled around their feet and up their bodies.
Petunia Pitt gasped. “Oh, my,” she whispered, as her legs disappeared.
The Nightlings had just reached the top of their heads when the nursery door burst open. Three goblins rushed in and stopped in the center of the room. A fourth goblin stood in the doorway and sniffed the air. He was bigger than the others with a scar running down his left cheek and a permanent scowl.
“Were they here?” asked one of the other goblins.
The larger goblin slowly walked around the room. “I can almost feel them.”
Griselda, Esther and Petunia held their breath as the goblin walked right through the spot where the bassinet stood moments before. Thankfully, the child remained out of sight. The women hurried out the door and down the hall where they disappeared into the utility closet.
“They were here just recently. Their stink is heavy,” said the goblin. He scrunched up his face in disgust. It was no secret that he hated being around humans. They were vile, disgusting creatures. He’d much rather be back in his village sipping on a pint of swamp juice rather than working for the most disgusting human of them all. “We’d better head back.”
“I’d sure hate to be the one to tell the boss we lost ‘em,” said the shortest goblin of the group.
The larger troll raised an eyebrow. A smirk spread across his thin gray lips. “Oh, but you will be the one to tell him. It is your fault they are not dead yet. I do not intend to lose my head this eve, but you...” He wagged a finger in the air. “You will most certainly lose yours.” The shorter goblin’s eyes grew wide and he swallowed hard.
One by one, the goblins disappeared with a pop. The larger goblin was the last to leave. He turned and stared at the spot where the Nightlings concealed the child. For a second, he thought he saw a shimmer in the air. He rubbed his eyes and looked again. Nothing. The humans had been driving him batty for centuries. The world would be a sweeter place without them. “Sweeter smelling anyway. Time for a new line of work,” he said, then popped out of sight.
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Until next time. . .
#addalittlemagic #read #mglit #books#family #kidlit #mom #ChildrensBooks #art
#digitalart #illustrator #moms #parents#mustread #love #travel #food #adventure
#blog #kids #cute #amazon #coffee
It has been a while. I hope you're all doing well and feeling fine.
I pulled out some notes for the Max Hamby series from 2015 and reworked them. They were notes to let me know how Max got his stone/magic and thought I'd share. I hope you like them.
__________________________________________________
They moved closer to the bassinet in the center of the room. Esther picked the baby up and held him close. “Hello, little one.” She gently ran her hand over the top of his head. “He’s so small and pink.” The baby opened his eyes. “Just like your father.” She planted a kiss on his forehead. “I don’t think we should do this. Annora was adamant the child remain untouched.”
“Esther, put him down. We must hurry,” said Griselda.
Petunia Pitt laid a hand on Esther’s arm and leaned in to get a better look. Green eyes flecked with gold blinked up at her. “They are coming, ladies.”
Esther placed the baby back in his bassinet. “Annora should be here.”
Griselda blew out a breath and raised a hand. “I understand your concerns, dear sister, but Annora would never understand.”
Petunia put her hand into the front pocket of her coat. Her thin eyebrows came together. Wrinkles deepened across her forehead. “I know I put it in here.” She felt the outside of her coat, then jammed her hands into the side pockets.
“We are putting the child in danger,” said Esther, crossing her arms.
Petunia Pitt snapped her fingers and reached into a pocket in the inside of her coat. “It is the only way,” she said, pulling her hand out. She held a blood-red diamond up to the light, turning it this way and that. “Beautiful,” she said, placing it in Griselda’s outstretched hand.
“Griselda, are you sure this is safe? Are there side effects?” asked Esther, wringing her hands.
“Esther, stop worrying. He won’t feel a thing,” said Griselda. She rotated her hand above her head. The door to the nursery closed and locked itself. The viewing window frosted over. The baby giggled. She leaned over his bassinet and caressed his cheek with a finger. “We will meet again, Max.” She placed the diamond on his chest and stepped back. Her eyebrows shot halfway up her forehead when it started to glow. She held her hands out, then nodded to the other two ladies and waited as they did the same.
“Enemies abound that we can see. Protector of the stone you shall be. What is out, is now in. Upon your chest a mark begins. As we be, you walk in light. A prophecy fulfilled. We stand and fight.” They chanted twice more before stepping back.
Petunia clasped her hands together in anticipation. Esther held her breath. Griselda concentrated on the stone. It sparked and crackled. The child had fallen asleep some time during the chant. With one final flash, the stone sunk into his chest; a pink diamond-shaped birthmark was the only evidence of where the blood-red diamond had been seconds before.
“It is done,” whispered Griselda.
Esther shook her head. “What have we done? What if Isolde’s minions track him down?”
“Not to worry, sister. The stone will remain dormant until he is sixteen years old. By then, he should be capable, mentally and physically, of handling such power. Let us hope that the evil that walks the earth now is long gone and the boy can learn on his own time.” She gently stroked the top of his head, then looked up. Esther and Petunia stared at her with eyebrows raised. She yanked her hand and straightened her cape.
“What if Annora were to discover what we have done?” asked Esther, barely above a whisper.
“She will not. The birthmark will remain a birthmark and that is all she will see. Besides, Annora is better off not knowing anything.”
Petunia whipped around. “Ladies, Annora is the least of our worries.” The doorknob to the nursery turned and clicked, but did not open. Voices argued softly on the other side. The night nurse’s shadow danced across the frosted viewing window, then disappeared in the opposite direction. Four bulky shadows appeared. Petunia grabbed Griselda’s arm. “We must do something or they will kill us all, including the child.”
“Summon the children.”
Esther nodded and chanted softly. “My Nightling friends, I call to thee. Your help is needed. Come to me.”
They waited and watched for movement. It did not take long. Thick, dark mist poured into the room from under the door, the vent near the ceiling and even from a large crack in the wall.
Petunia Pitt turned round and round, hopping from one foot to the other. “What are they?” she asked, swiping at her leg.
“Petunia, do not fear them. They are merely shadows of children who lost their way. They were unable to make it to the other side,” explained Griselda.
Esther leaned a cheek into one of the larger shadows. “They are my friends. I protect them and keep them safe in my garden.”
“Tell them to shield the boy. We are running out of time,” said Griselda.
Esther whispered to the shadow. It flew around the room, in and out of the others. A dark cloud swirled around the bassinet. It turned faster and faster until the Nightlings and the child disappeared.
Heavy footsteps pounded down the hall outside the nursery. “We cannot go back the way we came. Do we stand and fight?” asked Petunia.
The Nightlings gathered around Griselda’s feet. She shifted uncomfortably and swiped at them. “Sister, tell your friends to stop. This is no time to play.”
The largest shadow rose up beside Esther. She leaned in and listened. “They are not playing, Griselda. They intend to shield us, too.” She moved the other two ladies to the viewing window. “Stay still and don’t make a sound.” The Nightlings swirled around their feet and up their bodies.
Petunia Pitt gasped. “Oh, my,” she whispered, as her legs disappeared.
The Nightlings had just reached the top of their heads when the nursery door burst open. Three goblins rushed in and stopped in the center of the room. A fourth goblin stood in the doorway and sniffed the air. He was bigger than the others with a scar running down his left cheek and a permanent scowl.
“Were they here?” asked one of the other goblins.
The larger goblin slowly walked around the room. “I can almost feel them.”
Griselda, Esther and Petunia held their breath as the goblin walked right through the spot where the bassinet stood moments before. Thankfully, the child remained out of sight. The women hurried out the door and down the hall where they disappeared into the utility closet.
“They were here just recently. Their stink is heavy,” said the goblin. He scrunched up his face in disgust. It was no secret that he hated being around humans. They were vile, disgusting creatures. He’d much rather be back in his village sipping on a pint of swamp juice rather than working for the most disgusting human of them all. “We’d better head back.”
“I’d sure hate to be the one to tell the boss we lost ‘em,” said the shortest goblin of the group.
The larger troll raised an eyebrow. A smirk spread across his thin gray lips. “Oh, but you will be the one to tell him. It is your fault they are not dead yet. I do not intend to lose my head this eve, but you...” He wagged a finger in the air. “You will most certainly lose yours.” The shorter goblin’s eyes grew wide and he swallowed hard.
One by one, the goblins disappeared with a pop. The larger goblin was the last to leave. He turned and stared at the spot where the Nightlings concealed the child. For a second, he thought he saw a shimmer in the air. He rubbed his eyes and looked again. Nothing. The humans had been driving him batty for centuries. The world would be a sweeter place without them. “Sweeter smelling anyway. Time for a new line of work,” he said, then popped out of sight.
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Until next time. . .
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Published on November 17, 2018 01:00
November 12, 2018
Monday
GM, friends. Happy Mon.
Hope you're doing well.
I can't believe the holidays are almost here.
I haven't completed any of the projects I set back in Jan.
Maybe in 2019. Have a wonderful day.
If you're working on your Christmas list, the Max Hamby series makes a great gift for readers of any age. ;)
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Hope you're doing well.
I can't believe the holidays are almost here.
I haven't completed any of the projects I set back in Jan.
Maybe in 2019. Have a wonderful day.
If you're working on your Christmas list, the Max Hamby series makes a great gift for readers of any age. ;)
https://www.amazon.com/kindle-dbs/ent...
#addalittlemagic #read #books #family #ChildrensBooks #art #illustrator #blog #coffee
Published on November 12, 2018 05:02
November 10, 2018
Morning
GM, friends. Happy Saturday! May it be good to you.
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Published on November 10, 2018 03:02
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 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 with a large sweet tooth.
When not writing books, she can be found daydreaming about faraway places, enjoying a cup of coffee with the dwarf, sharing a laugh with the moody dragon (when he's in the mood) and sitting on a rainbow of treats with the pink pixie.
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On an average day, she's usually surrounded by a dwarf with a curious addiction to coffee, a moody dragon and a pink pixie 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 with a large sweet tooth.
When not writing books, she can be found daydreaming about faraway places, enjoying a cup of coffee with the dwarf, sharing a laugh with the moody dragon (when he's in the mood) and sitting on a rainbow of treats with the pink pixie.
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