The mysterious windwhirl is oh so pink. To strange dimensions it’s a link. Knowledge it brings as it whissssper sings to questing witches on adventure’s brink.
Conical cottages are shaped like cones and painted in colors of brightest tones. In oat fields they stand looking just grand while their kind hutter owners toil as if drones.
Oh, the sinister wicked wand Of mischievous tricks it was heartily fond Transform you to tar or an old mustard jar or drop you kersplash in a big muddy pond
This is the Blossom Castle Crump. Jesterbeasts say he’s an awful grump. Front face or back, of smiles there’s a lack. No wonder those jesters call him The Lump.
Here is Shaaaa the Beddysnake in the Evermist of the marshy lake. 4 tongues green in her mouth are seen, and her black heart eyes will make you quake.
Several oddments and lots of thrills meet Bekka of Thorns in the strange blue hills. The world is frozen. Is she chosen? The answer’s revealed when the mind vessel fills.
Amzo, mother of Lorelei Lo, mother of Lovey, mother of Ambergold, mother of Lady May, who had one son and no daughters, but her twin brother was the father of the lively triplets, Wun, Tuu and Thrii
This cover will be joining its 4 siblings over there on the right after the publication of The Blue Hills on July 10 by Wild Child Publishing (http://www.wildchildpublishing.com).
When Ambergold was the Queeeeen no sadder monarch had been seeeeen. She suffered woe on top of woe, yet sheltered hope uncommon keeeeen.
Is there any creature dimmer than a darbeast flooce? Its brain is a particle of no apparent use. It waddles all day in a random way and at night just stands there like an empty-headed moose.
