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The village blacksmith and his good wife raised three daughters. At the time of this story, they were 14, 12, and 10 years old. They found time one morning to gossip by the well before returning to the boring tasks assigned to them. “The queen has a secret bloom,” said Egborn, 10 years old. “So?” […]

Middle grade work-in-progress, Ember, introduces its villain: Jeth is smooth. Smooth and round. Covered with a fine white fur of grass, it circles the world of Boad. It is a moon. A silent grassy moon. Minutes before Ember awoke and moved from Sadlar to The Rainbow Giants, a hungry secret appeared deep down in the […]