Steve Shilstone's Blog, page 32

The Triplet Princesses Three

were exhausting to hear or to see.

Their cacophonous fury

or tempestuous hurry

left no room for silence to be.

A nester musician named Frad

was positively mad

to unravel the mystery

of a hutkeeper's history.

To do so would make his heart glad.

The next story in Bekka's eBook series will be ready to go within the next few months. Meanwhile, here's the enticement to buy which will be posted at the Wild Child Publishing website.

The Blue Hills Blurb

In Book #5 of The Bekka Chronicles, Bekka of Thorns awakens one morning feeling uneasy and not knowing why. Then it hits her. Silence. Complete. A stiff sort of silence, if silence can be called stiff. She looks around and notices that the only magic item she possesses, The Carven Flute, is dead wooden brown in color instead of its usual flush yellow pink. Alarmed, she hurries from her hut and heads for the nearby bramble bower hedge, home of her bendo dreen (bramble dwarf) younglinghood. Slipping inside, she heads down the tunnel toward the Assembly Bower and encounters a pair of bendo dreen frozen in place. Carefully passing them by, she peers into the Assembly Bower and sees the rest of the bendo dreen population, some sitting or caught in the act of sitting, some standing, some in mid-stride, some with mouths wide, some posed gesturing, but all motionless, all silent. Now fully stricken with fear, she flees the hedge to return to her hut. Her steps falter, and she slows to a standstill at what she sees. What does she see? A bird. A beeketbird. Above her hut, midair, wings spread wide, hanging motionless. Thus begins for Bekka a new quest, a new journey.

This eccentric and elegant Queeen

was raised by a Dragon betweeen

a river and pool.

Under hill was her school.

No odder upgrowth has there beeen.

A champion Princess and hopper,

Lovey was also a stopper.

When she bounced on by,

she drew every eye

and stilled every tongue, as was proper.

Sadlar, the great jesterbeast,

came from the northerly east.

From Blossom to clover

the river passed over,

and there his wandering ceased.

There once was a boring dull Dragon

Whose mouth creature's wished had a gag on.

For all of her tales were of polishing scales,

And, oh, how long they would drag on!

This impressive huge creature of Boad

has horns and tusks by the load.

Don't shake with alarm.

He'll never cause harm.

That's not a part of his code.

Here is a leaf you wouldn't see

in the Woods Beyond the Wood.

Spring and Fall don't happen there

and really never should.

Only Winter and Summer

and nothing in between,

white to green and green to white

is all that's ever seen.

Orange at the base, white at the crown,

this pumpkin turned to coach will head to town

carrying Cinderella in her fine ball gown.