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The Little Italian Traveling Chair

A few months back, I was asked to write some children’s short stories, to be turned into a book. And now, that book is finally available.

Introducing, The Little Italian Traveling Chair!

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Young Luca is given a wooden chair for a Christmas, a gift made especially for him by his grandfather. It’s no ordinary chair, though. This chair comes to life for Luca and takes the small boy traveling to different countries.

Join Luca and his magic traveling chair on their adventures as they travel from Italy to explore new places.

Recommend for ages 7 and up.

Available now in paperback from Amazon.


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7 Reasons Not to Anger an Illusion Caster

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You might laugh at the gnome making funny illusions in the bar.  Right now, he’s trying to win the heart of a lovely woman.  That’s the mood you want him to stay in.  There are many reasons not to anger a master of manipulating reality.  Sure, you might be able to see through the spells, but can you do it before you’re defeated?

  1. Illusionists may affect the senses, but that can trigger other reactions.  Allergies are one option if you’re going for pranks.  Another is using illusions to physically push a target to the point of collapse.  If you can’t summon ghosts then make some of your own. A dragon might be tough, but you can always have only the head come bursting through the wall.  This is extra deadly if you have a heart condition.
  2. You will never live down the picture of you making out…

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Concentration – Stream of Consciousness Saturday #SoCS

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A butterfly fluttered by the window, catching Ellie’s eye. She imagined what it would be like to be a butterfly, to have the freedom to float through the air and all the beautiful flowers she could visit.

A blue jay landed on the window sill, and Ellie pictured herself flying high in the sky and floating on the breeze. She imagined how the world would look in her bird’s eye view, all tiny and wide open.

She sighed. If only she could be a bird or a butterfly and escape her boring life…

Professor Jenkins slammed his hand down on her desk. The loud noise made her jump in her seat. Around her, the other students in the class snickered. “Ellie!” he said. “Pay attention! If you want to pass this class, you need to focus!”

“Y-yes, sir!”

“Now, what did I say was the key to getting a spell to work correctly?”

“Concentration.”

“And have you managed to work a spell correctly yet?”
“No.”

“Then I suggest you concentrate your efforts on correcting that instead of daydreaming.”

“Yes, sir.”

She hung her head in an effort to hide a blush of shame while the students around her continued to snicker. If only she could fly away from it all…

 


This post is part of the Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt “concentration”:

The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS July 9/16


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Change the World – One-liner Wednesday #1linerWeds

“We do not need magic to change the world, we carry all the power we need inside ourselves already. We have the power to imagine better.” –  J.K. Rowling

This is part of One-liner Wednesday:

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Kismet and Tell Sampling

I don’t recall if I’ve shared a sampling of my one published fantasy book, Kismet and Tell, or not. If I have, it’s been a good long while and I’ve gained a lot more followers since then. So I thought I’d share a sample with you all. In the meantime, I’m still working on getting the “prequel” short story collection out. Hopefully I’ll have it ready for you all soon.

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I awoke with a groan. My head felt as if someone had lodged a battleaxe in it, it hurt so much. I decided to try a Healing spell to get rid of the headache, but my hands wouldn’t move up to my head. Why? Belatedly, I realized my predicament. Someone had tied me to a stake on the shore of the clearing’s lake. What the…? I struggled against the ropes tying my hands behind the stake. Nope, too tight. I couldn’t budge them. I could barely move my numb fingers and feel the tingling sensation of circulation loss.

I craned my head around the sides of the stake, looking for Fiore. I found him to my left, tied to a stake as well and unconscious. His shirtsleeves were torn, and he had some cuts and bruises on his face and arms. On what I could see of them, anyway. His head drooped, his chin lying against his chest, and his ponytail of flame-red hair hung down his right side. And his sword was back in its sheath on his back.

I called out to him, trying to wake him up. After my fifth call of his name, he finally came around with a groan. The first thing he did, once he realized his dilemma, was to try to free his hands – which he couldn’t do, to my great disappointment.

Riss?” he called out. I heard worry and helplessness in his voice, along with a tinge of hope.

Over here.”

He turned his head to look at me, and the expression of hope on his face disappeared. “Oh, great. He tied you up, too.”

He? Fiore, what happened?”

Well…”

He started to tell me, but at that moment the person responsible for our being trussed up materialized before us. Actually, I shouldn’t say person, because it was in fact a Demon, and a really ugly one at that. It towered over us, as tall as the surrounding trees. Its brown skin looked like tree bark. The afternoon sun glinted off the row of bony spikes growing from its spine.

That explains the sneak attack,” I observed wryly. Demons have the ability to attack this realm from the Spirit Realm, before they’ve taken on a full physical presence here. “But what do you want with us? Why attack us? We have no quarrel with you.”

Its three ruby red eyes stared at us, unblinking. It spoke in a deep voice that resonated in the clearing, but its fanged mouth did not move. “Lord Yangul ordered it. I’m glad you finally woke up. It wouldn’t be any fun to kill you in your sleep.”

Kill us? Why would Yangul want us dead?”

Actually, Marissa Cobalt, he only wants you dead.” It pointed at me with one of its sharp claws. “Your friend there is just an added bonus.”

Ok, so why would Yangul want me dead?”

Does it matter? You’ll be dead as soon as the lake dragon wakes up for dinner.”

If I’m going to be dead soon, why don’t you tell me anyway? Consider it my last request.”

Well, if you must know, Lord Yangul doesn’t want the prophecy to be fulfilled. Now shut up and die like a good girl.”

Whoa! Hold on! Wait just a minute! Prophecy? What prophecy? And what do I have to do with it? I opened my mouth to ask the Demon to explain what it meant, but Fiore chimed in with his own question.

You’re going to feed us to a lake dragon?” he asked. “Why not use your Demon powers and kill us quickly?”

I closed my eyes and shook my head. If my hands had been free, I would have covered my face in them. Sheez, I thought. Could he be any more naïve? He seemed to have totally missed the important point. But then again, his question was valid. Why wouldn’t the Demon use its powers to get rid of me quickly?

Because watching you being eaten by a lake dragon would be much more entertaining,” the Demon answered. “Dragon, awaken!” Then it vanished.

The lake began to churn, and a whirlpool formed in the center of it. We struggled to loosen our bonds, but to no avail. After a couple of moments, a blue dragon’s head and neck appeared above the surface of the whirlpool. Slowly, the huge reptilian head moved towards us, and as it did, more of the dragon’s blue body surfaced. We watched in terrified silence for a moment. Then Fiore spoke.

Riss, what are we going to do? We can’t fight a dragon like this.”
“Don’t worry. I’ll get us out of here. I’ve got a plan.”

Good. At least one of us does.” He looked at the dragon again. “Well, whatever you’re going to do, Riss, do it now. That dragon’s getting closer and it looks very hungry. And I really don’t want to be dragon food.”

In total agreement with that idea, I closed my eyes and mentally activated the amplification magic of the emerald on my gold circlet. I pictured the runes for a Teleportation spell, modified slightly to allow me to take Fiore along with me. Thankfully, we were close to each other and only our arms were tied up. I stuck my left leg out towards Fiore. “Fiore,” I called out, “stick out your leg and touch mine. Hurry!” He did so, then I quickly chanted the incantation and activated the spell with a cry of “Teleport!”

A blinding white light surrounded us. When it faded away, we found ourselves standing, unbound, on the street outside the inn we had stayed at the night before.