Here are snippets from two of our first time, with us, authors:
When we were looking to gather another story teller for this upcoming collection, Snowflakes on My Lashes I went into our Children’s Authors group. I did not have to go far to get our new member, Linn Reights. Her stories are heartfelt. These are the kind of stories I read as a child and delight in when found in my older years.
A Warm Coat for Barry
by Linn Reights (USA)
It was early Fall in the little town of Bumbleburg, most of the trees were dressed in autumn colors, and there was a slight chill in the air. Papa Bumble and Tommy Bumble were busy moving extra firewood into the woodshed next to the cottage.
“It’s breakfast time!” Mama Bumble shouted from the window of the cottage.
Everyone hurried in to wash their hands―then they all gathered, around the dining table to hold hands while Papa blessed the meal. After Papa had said grace, the Bumbles sat down to a nice hot bowl of bumble berry porridge.
This is an excerpt from story two in Linn Reights The Bumbles series. The leading story in the series can also be found in the collection and is entitled A Winter without Snow
Evelyn Steward has been an online friend for at least five years. I’ve always enjoyed Evelyn’s Dragon Stories. I was surprised and pleased when she was invited into the group by another Brit, Alan Place. I had found out beforehand that she already was friends with Carol Wills, one of our founding authors. The added delightful surprise was finding Evelyn wrote poetry as well as prose and has an expanded edition of her poem readied for our upcoming collection of Snowflakes On My Lashes , entitled The Emperor's Cats as well as a dragon story for children:
Jokul’s Winter Fun
by Evelyn Steward (England)
Jokul slowly opened his eyes, blinked a couple of times and rattled his scales. He had a long sleep during the summer months, in the darkest corner of the deepest cave in the land far, far to the North. There, it was just about cold enough for him.
For Jokul was an Ice Dragon, (his name meant ‘Ice’ in the old Nordic tongue). He did not like the warmth the sun spread all over the land. The sun did not stay long, however, for he lived in the barren chilly lands at the top of the world. The days of the North were long and dark during the winter, and summer was a fleeting affair. But now his body sensed a change in the climate. Winter had finally come. He stretched his stiff legs which crackled and splintered, then rattled his wings and spread them, for he could not wait to fly again.
For the rest of these stories and much more, look for our latest, to be released early September 2013
And... Our cover for Snowflakes On My Lashes: