Ch. 49.4 -- All the terrible things that Mary had suffered through the years rushed into her mind. If she went back into the tunnels with this troll, she would die. And what would they do to the queen? Her heart hammered and her insides turned to jelly as she thought of her new friend experiencing… Continue reading Jay B. R. Wokky Ch. 49.4 — Mary’s Revenge
Ch. 49.3 – Mary and Queen Natalie were supposed to stay hidden in the woods, guarded by Mr. Dumfries and Bernie. That was the plan. They weren’t anywhere near the battle. They should have been safe. Unfortunately, they hadn’t counted on the lone troll who came crashing through the forest straight at them. Queen Natalie stood… Continue reading Jay B. R. Wokky Ch. 49.3 — The Troll
Ch 48.1 – Mole tore into the gingerbread. She had never tasted anything so delicious. She finished the large square in a minute and sucked the honey off her fingers. The woman beside her handed her a water skin, and she drank greedily. At last she noticed that the others were staring at her. She… Continue reading Jay B. R. Wokky Ch. 48.1 — Mole Talks to the Queen
Ch. 47.6 -- A drizzle began. By the time Mr. Dumfries reached the city gates, his cloak was beaded with drops. The two guards, who had been drinking and playing cards at a table under the eaves by the gates, stood up with sneers on their faces. “Well, well, if it isn’t old Gramps,” said… Continue reading Jay B. R. Wokky Ch. 47.6 — At the City Gates
CH. 44.1 – Ezra and Janine had just reached the hallway when someone pounded on the front door. Eli and Janine each grabbed a sword from the stand. Bernie stood ready to kick whoever was on the other side. “Who is it?” Janine said. “Your friends,” said a familiar voice. “It’s cold out here. Let… Continue reading Jay B. R. Wokky Ch. 44.1 — Another Spell is Broken
Ch. 40.2 -- Felix spat. “Nonsense. Your family wants you to believe that you're too old, but it’s not true. Don’t you remember the stories from your childhood, and what were you promised on your name day?” Mr. Dumfries scratched his chest and frowned. “Sorry, I can barely remember my name nowadays.” The cat hissed… Continue reading Jay B. R. Wokky Ch. 40.2 — The Call to Arms
I recently sent away for a DNA kit from Ancestry.com. I was curious, although I figured I was 75% Scottish, with a smattering of English, Irish, German, Dutch, and French. Imagine my surprise when my results came back 39% Irish. That got me wondering where all that Irish DNA came from, so I started researching… Continue reading Who was Alice Rowan?