Ch. 41.1 -- Janine was making her last rounds through the dragon’s caves for the night -- closing curtains, tidying, and locking up -- when someone banged on the front door. The heavy sound echoed in the hallway. She glanced at her pocket watch. “Hmph. It’s pretty late for visitors.” The dragon stuck his head… Continue reading Jay B. R. Wokky Ch. 41.1 — Beware of Late Night Visitors
Ch. 40.6 -- Mr. Dumfries crept into the royal stable. No one was about, but music and laugher drifted down from the apartments above the stable. He snuck along the row of stalls until he came to Bernie, who stood munching on a rack of hay. Bernie’s family hadn’t been able to do anything to… Continue reading Jay B. R. Wokky Ch. 40.6 — Bernie Volunteers
Ch. 40.3 -- Prince Eli struggled through the snow, leading his poor, exhausted horse. He had tried to follow Connie’s directions, but it was hopeless. How could anyone see anything in this storm? And it was supposed to be spring! And where was the cat? Felix was supposed to be helping him, not popping away for… Continue reading Jay B. R. Wokky Ch. 40.3 — Into The Storm
Ch. 39.2 – Eli was almost to the front door of the cottage when he heard raised voices inside. Eli stopped and listened. “You can’t go out there, not like this,” yelled a woman. “My people need me,” said a man with a deep, rumbling voice. “I need to get back.” “Lie down. You’ll collapse… Continue reading Jay B. R. Wokky Ch. 39.2 — Eli Meets the Gingerbread Witch
Ch 34.3 -- Matthew ate three bowls of stew, and then a fourth. At last he set the bowl down and groaned. His stomach hurt. Mary brought out a marvelous cake from somewhere. “You must have some dessert. I baked it this morning.” Matthew couldn’t think. In the back of his mind, a little voice… Continue reading Jay B. R. Wokky Ch. 34.3 — Helpless!
Ch. 34.2 -- Matthew and his companions sat around the fire on logs, watching as the woman poured them each a mug of hot wine that steamed and smelled oh so good. For a moment no one said anything. They drank it down. Matthew felt the warmth spread all the way to his toes. The… Continue reading Jay B. R. Wokky Ch. 34.2 — A Meal in the Cave
CH. 34 -- Matthew, Mark, and their guards struggled through the snow. The temperature had dropped, and the wind tore at their clothing as it wailed around them. Matthew's teeth chattered. The driving snow felt like nails being hammered into his face. The horses were exhausted. They crested yet another hill and started downward. “We’ve… Continue reading Jay B. R. Wokky Ch. 34 — A Refuge in the Storm?
On several of my fall field trips out at the GSL Shorelands Preserve, we saw Woollybear Caterpillars with wide red-orange stripes around their bodies. This is supposed to mean that there will be a long, cold winter. Well, those caterpillars may know something: this past weekend we were hit with a huge snowstorm. I was… Continue reading Let It Snow