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Story Time: House Guest

12/16/2017

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​A Short Story by Arthur Daigle

 “Huzza!”


Blowback the goblin threw himself to the dirt floor of his house when the front door was smashed in. He scrambled back as the human (it had to be a human) knelt down and forced his way in, knocking over furniture Blowback had built or liberated over the years. Cheap, flimsy chairs broke. His favorite and only table lost three legs, and the fourth one looked iffy. Blowback’s collection of wigs went next, kicked into the fireplace where they burst into flames. Note to self: keep oiled wigs away from open fire.


Terrified and wigless, Blowback ran for the back door. He’d nearly reached it when the human swung his sword and got it stuck in the nearest wall. It was lodged in good, and Blowback watched the human try to pull it out. One try, two tries, nothing, and on the third attempt the sword came out so suddenly that the man lost his balance and banged his head on the ceiling. He dropped to his knees, clutching his head with both hands.


Still standing by the back door, Blowback watched the invader groaning on his floor. “That looked painful.”


The human whimpered and tried to get up, then crumpled back to the floor. With the threat to his life temporarily over, Blowback studied his invader. He was a human, all right, male, youngish, dressed in leather armor and a heavy winter cloak. The man had lost his broad brimmed hat when he hit his head, showing messy brown hair with a generous helping of dandruff. His weapon was a short sword, well suited for tight quarters and showing a fair number of nicks.


Blowback had never seen the man before today. Was he a brigand? There were some on the roads these days, and winter was making them desperate. Had someone hired a cut-rate goblin hunter? That seemed more likely since brigands usually worked in groups.


Keeping well back in case of trouble, Blowback said, “Hi. I don’t think we’ve met.”


“What?” the man asked. He sounded irritable, as people who’ve rammed their heads into solid objects often do.


“My name is Blowback,” the goblin told his guest/assailant. Blowback was short, bald, and had wrinkly pale blue skin. This would be abnormal for most races, but goblin skin colors covered the rainbow, and several colors that had no place on it. His clothes were raggedy leather garments discarded long ago by a boy who’d outgrown them. Blowback was unarmed but had a few daggers and short clubs within easy reach. Even with weapons nearby, he far preferred running from conflicts rather than fighting. The small and weak know how such battles usually end. “Who are you?”


The man struggled to his knees. “Ofenos. Oh, that hurts.”


“Nice to meet you, Ofenos. It would be nicer if you hadn’t busted up my house. Is this about that chicken, because I apologized yesterday.”


Ofenos rubbed his bruised head. “Chicken? You stole a chicken?”


“Stole is such an ugly word,” Blowback said casually. “The chicken was a poor guest, so I returned it. The farmer was so grateful to get it back that it’s currently boiling in a soup. Farmers and livestock have a curious relationship.”


“Right, no chicken,” Ofenos muttered. He regained his earlier bravado and pointed his sword at Blowback. “Dinner is off, so let’s move on to dessert. Hand over your treasure or die here and now.”


“Treasure?” Blowback looked around his home. It was a single room twenty feet across and four feet high, dug into the side of a hill. The floor was packed dirt, while the walls and ceiling were reinforced with scrap lumber. His stone fireplace was small and barely warmed the house in such cold weather. He liked his house, but among other races it would be considered abject poverty.


“Gold, coins, gems, furs!”


“I think you hit your head a tad harder than is normally considered healthy. I’m a goblin, a race known for setting traps, causing mischief and otherwise being pests. Money and goblins seldom cross paths and never for long.”


“Don’t give me that!” Ofenos’ tone was a warning, and he edged closer to the goblin. “Goblins steal. You steal chickens.”


“I was offering it asylum. You’d think it would be grateful after what happened to the other chickens, but I turned it over to the authorities after what it did to my bed. Can we get back to this treasure misconception?”


Ofenos recovered his hat and put it on. “Look, cretin, I’m in a foul mood, I have an empty belly and emptier coin pouch. Mock me, lie to me or try to trick me, and so help me blood will flow this night. I’m giving you more chances than I should given what your foul kind has done.”


Reason wasn’t working, so Blowback fell back on the ancient goblin tradition of being obnoxious. “Excuse me, but there’s a door, table and three chairs in pieces, which kind of suggests who the troublemaker is here! Did you knock, because I didn’t hear a knock before you came in like a drunken ram! How’s your head?”


“Getting better. I don’t think there’s any bleeding. It’s a known fact that monsters living at the edge of civilized lands raid towns. You’re close enough to the town of Ethos that you could spit on it, so I know you’ve been looting their homes.”


Blowback grabbed a broken chair leg and jabbed it at the fireplace. His wigs had landed in it during the initial attack, and were replaced by ashes. “Yeah, I’ve been there, and you just torched my ‘loot’, Chucko! I had three very nice wigs to keep my head warm. It’s mighty cold outside, and thanks to you I’ve got nothing to put on my head.”


Ofenos folded his arms across his chest. “Don’t give me that load of bull plop! Am I supposed to believe you’d steal wigs and pass up gold and gems?”


Blowback rolled his eyes. “Have you been in Ethos? Not walked through it, I mean been in people’s houses. Last summer’s harvest was confiscated to feed the army. All of it! Men are so hungry they’re foraging in the wilderness for small game. They’re eating ground squirrels, which are admittedly pretty tasty, but they’re still rodents! Men with gold don’t eat rodents!”


“I don’t believe you.”


“Fine.” Blowback tossed aside the chair leg and marched out of his house.


“Where are you going?” Ofenos demanded.


“Outside! You think there’s money in my house? Good luck finding it.”


Blowback went out the door and came onto the side of the hill. It was dusk and cold and snowing a bit, little flakes that never add up to much. He stuffed his hands into his pockets to keep warm while Ofenos ransacked his house for treasure that wasn’t there. It was humiliating.


It also left him looking at the town of Ethos. Cooking fires burned at every house as men and women ate whatever scraps of food they could collect. A few men were still returning from distant fields and streams with snared birds, small mammals, the occasional fish and a few freshwater clams. Hunger had made them desperate, and for the first time in living memory they were competing with goblins for food.


Two more goblins hurried over. A red hued goblin with orange hair asked, “What happened? We heard a crash.”


Blowback pointed at his ruined door. “There’s a human in there trying to rob me. He thinks I have money.”


The red goblin scratched his head. “So…he’s an idiot.”


The second goblin was so covered in mismatched clothes that he had no exposed skin. He coughed up a hairball and asked, “Where’d he get a fool idea like that?”


“We rob humans, don’t you know,” Blowback said sarcastically. “It’s common knowledge, which makes me think ignorance is a virtue.”


“I’m surprised he found you,” the red goblin said. “Your front door was well camouflaged.”


“I’m surprised he didn’t leave a trail of breadcrumbs,” Blowback retorted. A broken chair came sailing out the front door to land in the thin dusting of snow. He watched it tumble down the hill and into the side of a peasant’s house. “I liked that chair. It was my favorite.”


Looking merry, the red goblin offered, “It wouldn’t be much work to bring the ceiling down on him.”


“And bury the few things I own he hasn’t smashed?” Blowback asked. “Have either of you got a wig to spare? I lost mine.”


The second goblin coughed up some yarn and shook his head. “Sorry. Is he going to attack everyone’s house? It’s bad enough you losing everything without the rest of us doing it.”


Blowback shrugged. “I don’t know. I’m not even sure why he’s doing it. I’ve never seen the guy before tonight. Maybe he’s just that poor and is wandering around looking for scraps. Lots of people are doing that. No joke, I saw a woman going through the mayor’s garbage before I got there. She didn’t leave me much.”


“It doesn’t bode well, and there’s another month until spring,” the red goblin said. “What if we smoked him out? Okay, your expression tells me the answer is no, but we could at least run in there and steal his pants. Come on, you got to teach him a lesson or he’ll do it again.”


Blowback’s attention returned to the town. Most of the houses were small and made of thatch. Most, but not all. The mayor’s residence was a large stone building, and ground squirrels were never part of his menu. Goblins were as a rule troublesome, ever ready to cause chaos, and after a night like this Blowback was ready to spread the misfortune to someone who deserved it.


Ofenos crawled out of Blowback’s house. The man was dirty and looked angry and confused. “I don’t get it. The adventurers’ guild told me there was money to be had in the countryside. Bounties, monsters, treasures to discover, but there’s nothing here.”


“You’re an adventurer?” Blowback asked.


“And an experienced one!” the man yelled back. Distant men heard him and hurried off. They’d caught some food and weren’t keen on being robbed. Getting louder and attracting even more attention, Ofenos added, “I’ve guarded caravans, protected important people, hunted devil rats—”


“And after all that you thought goblins had money,” Blowback interrupted. He saw Ofenos look at the two new goblins. Eager to forestall another mugging, he said, “They don’t have money, either.”


“Where would we have gotten this bonanza?” the red goblin asked. He pointed at the town and added, “Seriously, you have to know it wasn’t from there.”


“I don’t know, robbing travelers, digging up graves, eating adventurers,” Ofenos replied.


Blowback covered his face with one hand. “He thinks we eat people. Where are you getting this from? And I want names, not this ‘everybody knows’ nonsense! Some clod is telling gullible halfwits like you that we eat people, God only knows why when there are plenty of leather scraps at the tanners in town, and idiots are buying it! We have to put a stop to this before we invite people for dinner and they think they’re on the menu!”


Ofenos hesitated before asking, “You eat leather?”


“Among other things, none of which are people,” Blowback told him.


The second goblin coughed up a button. “Sorry. I’ve been trying to get that up all day.”


Ofenos looked miserable. He lifted his arms and let them drop to his sides. “This is impossible. It’s five days walk to the next town. What do I do if there’s no work there?”


“I’d be more worried about no food there,” the red goblin said.


“I’ve got debts!” Ofenos yelled. “Talfith Bank is going to send collection agents after me soon. Costing an arm and a leg isn’t a figure of speech with them.”


Feeling just a smidgen of sympathy, Blowback said, “Which explains why you need money so bad. The way I see it, you need cash and I need you out of my life. Fortunately I see a solution to both our problems.”


Ofenos’ jaw dropped. “You do? Where?”


“Come on. You guys come, too.”


Blowback led Ofenos and the two goblins into town. Goblins and strangers with swords would normally attract attention from the authorities. Tonight, however, they had the streets to themselves. It was dark and cold, and every door in town was locked and barred by frightened residents. The men and women had eked out just enough food to keep them alive for another day, and they weren’t going to risk losing it to thieves or monsters.


They reached the mayor’s house, a stone building two stories high and large enough for fifty people. This was a curious state given only eight humans lived there. Smoke rose from the chimney and carried the scent of roasting pork. The windows were closed but not shuttered, and light streamed out onto the snowy streets.


“This is the home of Mayor Cathem,” Blowback explained. “He’s the king’s representative in these parts and responsible for maintaining order and collecting taxes.”


“And he’ll hire me?” Ofenos asked.


Blowback frowned. Ofenos wasn’t connecting the dots and would need a hand. “No. Those taxes I mentioned were collected at knifepoint earlier this month and stored in a steel lockbox, about a foot long, half as wide and three inches deep. Royal tax collectors don’t come to town until spring, which gives the mayor plenty of time to skim off a percentage for himself like he does every year. You want gold? There it is.”


Ofenos took a step back. “Wait a minute! I’m an adventurer, not a thief!”


“I’m not seeing much of a difference after you tried to rob me earlier,” Blowback replied.


“It’s simple,” Ofenos said. “Rob a goblin, a monster, a criminal or some jabbering foreigner and no one cares. Some folks will even thank you. Rob a mayor and you’re a thief. The world comes down on your head, with knights and bounty hunters and adventurers and soldiers. They won’t ask for the money back. They’ll kill you and take it off your body!”


Blowback rolled his eyes. “Amateurs. The authorities can only hunt you if they know who you are. You’re new in town or I would have seen you before tonight. If you cover up your face nobody can identify you, and if you run fast you can reach the nearest city with tens of thousands of people before anyone comes after you. Nobody’s going to find you, or even know who to look for.”


Pointing a sword at the house, Ofenos asked, “That man is going to have soldiers to uphold the law. I can take two to one odds and win, but I can’t fight an entire town’s worth of soldiers.”


“They’re busy,” Blowback said. “I paid the mayor a visit last night and trapped the toilet.”


The red goblin smiled and pointed at Blowback. “That was you?”


“Marvelous work!” the other goblin said, and shook Blowback’s hand.


“The point is, on the way out I made some passing references to living in Fenti Bog,” Blowback continued. “This morning the mayor sent his soldiers to said bog to find and kill me. They’re miles away and no doubt cold, wet and angry. So, no soldiers.”


Ofenos looked at the mayor’s house. “No soldiers.”


“No soldiers and one lockbox full of cash,” Blowback said. He went to the nearest window and waved for Ofenos to join him. “Look over there. Those are brass candlestick holders. Do you know how much those go for? No seriously, how much?”


“A couple silver pieces,” Ofenos told him. “You get more for silver candlestick holders, and way more for gold ones.”


“The point is those shiny beauties are the same as money. And I see silverware on the table, and the mayor has a gold ring. This house is like a giant treasure chest filled with goodies. I bet you could pay off your entire debt to Talfith Bank with what’s here. All you have to do is bust in there, like you did at my place, not ram your head into a wall or ceiling, grab the loot and run for it.”


Ofenos backed up. “I don’t know.”


“What else can you do?” Blowback asked. “You can walk for days with no food to the next town and hope they have work, or someone you can legally rob. You can wander around here looking for monsters with cash or treasure, except there aren’t any. The last monster in the area was a griffin with no money, no gems or artwork, just a bad disposition. The townspeople ate him. Or you can go to your bank and ask them to be reasonable, or at least merciful.”


That suggestion made Ofenos and all three goblins burst out laughing. When they finished wiping tears of laughter from their eyes, Blowback said, “I’ll grant you the last choice was a joke, but you’re out of options. Look at it this way; you’re only doing it once. Tell your friends you beat up a monster and found all that nice stuff. They’ll believe you, because they’re so mind bogglingly stupid that they think goblins eat people. Nobody will know except us, and who believes goblins? And later on, when legitimate work for adventurers come up, you can keep your mouth shut about this and take the job.”


“I, uh,” Ofenos stammered. He stared at the house, drooling at the scent of cooking food. He took a scarf from a pocket, wrapped it over his mouth, and headed for the door.


Then he knocked.


Blowback’s jaw dropped. The red goblin shook his head. The last goblin put a hand over his face. But to their collective amazement, the door opened.


“Huzza!” Ofenos ran in with his sword drawn. Men and women screamed. The goblins didn’t follow him in, instead waiting outside to watch the chaos in relative safety.


The red goblin looked at Blowback. “You talked an adventurer who wanted to kill you into becoming a bandit and robbing the mayor. That, sir, was some mighty fine work.”


“I am feeling a bit of pride right now,” Blowback admitted. He saw a chair fly through a window, sending glass shards and broken furniture across the street. “It’s actually kind of nice watching him happen to someone else.”


The other goblin picked up a broken chair leg and chewed on it. “He’s got a real talent for needless violence. He’s also as bright as a coal pile. I think that boy’s got a bright future ahead of him in politics.”


“Hey, wait a minute, there’s making fun of a guy and there’s being offensive,” Blowback said. Another window shattered, and they heard pottery breaking inside the house. “He’s sure taking his time.”


“He’s being thorough,” the red goblin replied. “I mean, if you’re going to do it, do it right.”


Moments later, Ofenos ran out of the mayor’s house with no one in pursuit. He had a bag filled with loot over his right shoulder, the lockbox under his left arm and a pork roast under the other. Breathless, he ran off into the night, never to be seen again.


* * * * *


The next morning was a time of confusion. Soldiers returned from Fenti Bog dirty, tired, dispirited and hungry. They were immediately sent out again, except they had no idea where they were going. Mayor Cathem’s steward called together the entire population of the town. These men and women frankly had better things to do in such harsh times, and it showed on their faces. Goblins gathered at the edge of the crowd to see what was going on, including Blowback.


Blowback still had to repair his house and replace destroyed furniture, no easy task for a small goblin. It could take weeks or longer, using time better spent trapping outhouses or painting caricatures of famous people on the sides of cows. Still, meetings like this could be entertaining provided he kept out of sight, so he waited for the show to start.


The steward rang a bell to get the people’s attention and then began to speak. “Good people of Ethos, last night the honorable Mayor Cathem was brutally attacked in his own home. The intruder did assault him, his servants and his cat. The intruder also stole goods valued at—”


Mayor Cathem, a short, man with long white hair and fresh bandages, tugged on his steward’s coat sleeve and whispered to him. The steward frowned and asked, “How will they know what to bring you if I don’t tell them what was stolen? Okay, okay, you’re the boss. The intruder stole goods of value from your mayor, goods that must be recovered in their entirety. Any citizen or visitor who captures the intruder or returns the goods will be rewarded with—”


Another whispered conversation followed. The steward spoke loud enough that the crowd could hear him, making for a one sided and embarrassing conversation. “Sir, you have to offer a reward in these situations. Because they’re risking their lives for you! No, I do understand, it’s just with a little work you can…fine. What if you offered a deferred reward, like reducing their taxes next year? It’s not insane! I just think…”


The steward looked like he was about to snap, and with the soldiers gone again no one was present to protect the mayor if that happened. But with a superhuman level of restraint, the steward held back his rage. “You will receive the mayor’s thanks for returning his stolen property. Thanks cannot be inferred to mean money, livestock, food, tools, kitchenware, land, reduced taxation or anything else you might actually want. That is all.”


Blowback noticed a total lack of enthusiasm among the crowd as they dispersed. They had another long day of foraging for food ahead of them, and with no incentive they had zero interest in hunting down an armed robber. The mayor and his steward shared harsh words before leaving. But as they walked away, Blowback saw the mayor’s hairline go up an inch until he pulled it back down.


“That’s not his real hair,” Blowback whispered. He grinned and rubbed his hands together. He’d lost a lot last night, including his three wigs, and it looked like the dear mayor would be helping the goblin rebuild.

About the Author

Arthur Daigle is the author (no jokes, please, he’s heard them all) of five books set on the world of Other Place. These include William Bradshaw King of the Goblins, William Bradshaw and a Faint Hope, William Bradshaw and War Unending, William Bradshaw and Fool’s Gold, and Goblin Stories. Expect serious issues drowning in a sea of silliness, mayhem and outright madness. See goblins, the perennial losers of fantasy novels and games, be put into positions of importance no matter how hard they try to avoid it. Feel free to come visit, but watch your step for trip lines and pie traps.
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Books for Christmas

12/14/2017

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The authors of the Fellowship of Fantasy love to give and get gifts for Christmas so we put out a call for them to recommend their favorites. We've tried to sort them into interest and age group and provided a general content rating for the books to help you in your purchase decision, but here are some top book gift recommendation from our authors!

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Books for Lovers of Action and Adventure

Sometimes rather than the mushy stuff, you want some good old fashion action, some sword fights, some derring-do. Here are some books to get your blood pumping and satisfy your thirst for adventure!
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​Shining Ones: Legacy of the Sidhe
by Sanna Hines
Best Audience: All Audiences
Suggested Rating: PG
Why:
It's a rich adventure full of mythological elements and great characters.
Recommended by Christy Nicholas

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​The Firethorn Crown
by Lea Doué
Best Audience: Young Adult
Suggested Rating: PG
Why:
The action keeps you coming back for more, and the plot is intriguing.
Recommended by Kandi J Wyatt

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​Mercy's Prince 
by Katy Huth Jones
Best Audience: Young Adult
Suggested Rating: PG
Why:
Clean read with romance,  action,  adventure,  and heart.
Recommended by Sarah Ashwood

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​Ben the Dragonborn 
by Dianne Astle
Best Audience: Middle Grade
Suggested Rating: G
Why:
This action-packed fantasy is perfect for tweens and especially boys, who will see some of themselves in the main character.
Recommended by Katy Huth Jones

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​The Knights of the Dawn King 
by Scott E. Stabler
Best Audience: Young Adult
Suggested Rating: PG
Why:
The writing is excellent, the story and characters are solid, and the adventure is epic. 
Recommended by Luke T. Barnett

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Sowing 
by Angie Grigaliunas
Best Audience: Mature Audiences
Suggested Rating: PG-13
Why:
The author's writing style is extremely captivating, and I love the characters. They each have their own little quirks. Does contain violence and some language.
Recommended by E.J. Willis

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​Battle for the Throne
by E.J. Willis
Best Audience: Young Adult
Suggested Rating: PG
Why:
Great characters, interesting world, and a solid storyline
Recommended by Angie

Books for Lovers of Mythical Beasts

Sometimes all a reader wants is to hang out with dragons (or gryphons, or unicorns, or other mythical beasts). Here are some recommendations for the lovers of mythical beasts on your lists.
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Dragonfriend
by Marc Secchia
Best Audience: Young Adult
Suggested Rating: PG
Why:
I love the way Marc Secchia words things. Besides the adventure, suspense, and dragons keep you coming back for more. Be prepared to grab book 2 as well.
Recommended by Kandi J Wyatt

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Fire and Ice Cream
by K. M. Carroll
Best Audience: Mature Audiences
Suggested Rating: PG
Why:
What's a drake to do when framed for a dragon's murder? Solve the mystery, of course! This book combines two of my favorite genres: cozy mystery and fantasy. It has great characters, a fun story, and dragons. 
Recommended by Jessica L. Elliott

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Cora and the Nurse Dragon
by H. L. Burke
Best Audience: All Audiences
Suggested Rating: PG
Why:
This is one of the best books I've ever read and will appeal to dragon lovers of ALL ages!
Recommended by Katy Huth Jones

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Cry of the Sea 
by D. G. Driver
Best Audience: Young Adult
Suggested Rating: PG
Why:
Anyone who loves mermaid and Native American legends will enjoy this superbly written story with an unforgettable MC named Juniper Sawfeather.
Recommended by Katy Huth Jones

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​Dragon's Curse
by H. L. Burke
Best Audience: Young Adult
Suggested Rating: PG
Why:
Great characters, nice blend of action, romance, and humor. It's an all-around enjoyable book to kick off a series.
Recommended by E.J. Willis

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​Her Majesty’s Wizard 
by Christopher Stasheff
Best Audience: Middle Grade
Suggested Rating: G
Why:
Stasheff is laugh out loud funny, and yet his stuff never loses its humanity. Besides, the good guy ever gets the girl.
Recommended by Gail Daley

Books for Lovers of Romance

And sometimes we do want the mushy stuff. We want ALL the feelz. Here these are some books for those of us who, well, love to love. Books with romance!
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Fabled
by Kara Jaynes
Best Audience: Young Adult
Suggested Rating: PG
Why:
Love the way the fairy tale elements are interwoven to create a unique story.
Recommended by Kandi J Wyatt

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Malevolent 
by K.M Carroll
Best Audience: Young Adult
Suggested Rating: PG
Why:
Adorable teens experiencing love against multiple obstacles ... plus, magic bees.  
Recommended by H. L. Burke

Books for Lovers of Magic

Christmas is a magical time of year, and sometimes we just want a book filled with magic to go along with it! These are books filled with shiny, sparkly, dark, mysterious, and all other sorts of magic!
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​The Stone of Kings 
by Shea McIntosh Ford
Best Audience: Young Adult
Suggested Rating: PG
Why:
It's a fun read set in Ireland and includes fairies, time travel, and magic. Made me laugh several times too. Sadly, it's only available as an ebook at this time.
Recommended by E.J. Willis

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Where Carpets Fly
by Elise Edmonds
Best Audience: Young Adult
Suggested Rating: PG
Why:
Magic, adventure, friendship, and flying carpets--this book has it all!
Recommended by Heather Hayden

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​Heart of the Winterland 
by Kristen Kooistra
Best Audience: Young Adult
Suggested Rating: PG
Why:
Heart of the Winterland is a fantasy novel full of powerful female characters, enchanting scenery, and--most importantly--friendship, and love.
Recommended by Heather Hayden

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The Amulet of Samarkand
by Jonathan Stroud
Best Audience: Young Adult
Suggested Rating: G
Why:
This is a fantastic gaslamp romp, with a ruling magician elite and a determined rebellious apprentice in Victorian London. Fantastic worldbuilding, epic snark. Note: The audio book (read by Simon Jones) is brilliant. 
Recommended by Laura VanArendonk Baugh

Books for Lovers of Snark

And finally, sometimes you just want to laugh. These are books that will make you chuckle, smile, or snort. Books that are funny. Laughter is a wonderful gift. 
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The Beast of Talesend
by Kyle Robert Shultz
Best Audience: All Audiences
Suggested Rating: G
Why:
A satirical but good-hearted send off of fairy tales with constant snark.   
Recommended by H. L. Burke

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Hearts Ablaze
by Janeen Ippolito
Best Audience: Mature
Suggested Rating: PG
Why:
While clean, I think adults will get the humor here the most, especially jaded adults like me who have seen the romance tropes of heroes who basically kidnap the heroine and then somehow still get her to fall in love with them and were kind of praying for a book to turn that on its head and show it for what it is ... and yeah, this is still a sweet, satisfying romance between two characters you are rooting for, but it totally skewers that genre in a way that will have you smirking. 
Recommended by H. L. Burke

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Author Christmas Wish List

12/12/2017

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It's that time of year! The time when we start looking for presents for all the awesomesauce people in our lives. But what do you get for your favorite author? Well, we asked the Fellowship of Fantasy authors what they wanted and why. Here are their responses:

Sarah Ashwood -
I would love some of the jewelry on you can have made with your own book covers. Who wouldn't love to wear their own book cover??


​Morgan Smith -
New notebooks. I don't know a single writer who doesn't need a notebook, and the nicer it is, the more inspired they get. 
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Kristen S. Walker -
​Please Do Not Annoy the Writer mug. Every writer needs a good mug for their writing beverage of choice (I prefer green tea). This one is also a fair warning to prevent interruptions of writing time.



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Story Time: Grief

12/5/2017

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A Short Story by Arthur Daigle

 Callista the nymph had a hundred good reasons not to attend Duke Gallows’ party. Topping that list was the fact the duke had likely invited her solely as a sign of his power. After all, who but a mighty man could bring a magical being to his private estate? Then there was the equally insulting possibility he’d invited her to be gawked at by his rich and powerful friends. But his invitation mentioned that he’d requested an old friend of hers come, and there was a chance, be it ever so small, he wanted her presence for a legitimate reason. It was risky, but she’d decided to attend. In a few more minutes she’d learn whether or not that was a mistake.


The road to Duke Gallows’ private mansion was lined with the rich, the influential, and the dangerous. They were exiting carriages or dismounting horses now that they had arrived at the party (Callista lived only a few miles away and had walked). Mostly there were humans dressed in fashionable clothes and expensive jewelry. A few elves had come from the Yelinid Banking Cartel, and they were staying far away from a pair of stout dwarfs representing Industrial Magic Corporation.


Those were the intended guests, while their bodyguards made for a more diverse crowd. Most of the guards were humans wearing the wildest collection of armors and clothes, while their weapons were equally varied. Callista also counted three minotaurs, two ogres, four adolescent trolls, a stone golem and a darkling, its shadowy form constantly shifting. Guard animals were also common, with hounds, a griffin, a mimic, and some fool had brought a unicorn that was already straining at its reins to attack.


“Ah, Lady Callista,” an elf banker said as he approached. He had blond hair and wore the yellow and white robes common to his cartel. “I was unaware that such an august personality would be in attendance.”


Callista faked a smile and shook his hand. “You’re generous with your praise, but I claim no title of Lady. Just call me Callista.”


“I wouldn’t dream of it.” The elf’s eyes roamed across her body, although thankfully his hands did not. “Our host was vague as to the reason for this event, but I can tell from our companions on the road that there must be something great in the works.”


“I’m sure it will be quite an evening.” She’d brought a sword in case it was too much of an evening. That had happened too often in her three hundred years, and there had been four parties she’d had to fight her way out of.


The dwarfs walked over, and one of them stepped on the elf’s foot. The banker howled and jumped up and down as the smirking dwarfs left. “There’s a line for a reason, you stunted freaks, and you were at the end of it!”


“The duke asked to see us personally,” a dwarf said. He glanced at Callista and nodded to her. “I’ll do what I can to get you in early as well. Leaving you with this lout is a form of torture.”


“The line is moving fast enough for me,” she told them. The sun was only starting to set as guests entered the mansion, and they’d all be inside soon. That was a pity. She’d been enjoying the landscaping. Duke Gallows had planted flowering trees along the road, and beyond that lay expertly manicured gardens and ponds teeming with brightly colored fish.


Someone yelled, “Look out!”


Callista rolled her eyes as the unicorn broke free and tried to impale the nearest guest. Those animals had a well-deserved reputation for being psychotically aggressive, yet men with more money than brains kept thinking they could tame them. The stone golem tackled it and dragged it to the ground, earning a smattering of applause.


The line kept moving until Callista was near the mansion’s entrance. She found human guards armed with swords and two attack dogs waiting for her. Smiling, she handed them her invitation.


“Hello Miss…ah,” he began, and the man’s jaw dropped.


It was a typical reaction. Callista possessed the otherworldly beauty found only among nymphs, and she moved with superhuman grace. Her figure was stunning. Her hair was gleaming silver, as if purest silver coins had been melted down and spun into thread. Her eyes were green. Elves said they were the color of finest jade. Men said they were like the deepest of forests. The last goblin that looked into her eyes had said, “If you’re going to throw up, aim for someone else.” It had made her laugh, a memory she drew upon in hard times.


Callista’s clothes were less impressive than her figure. She wore a white dress that covered everything except her face and fingers, a garment she saved for the rare times she went to social events. Her tailor had assured her that the dress allowed for a free range of motion, which had proven true in three fights. Her shoes were white with silver thread. She wore only one piece of jewelry, a fine silver chain necklace with two gold rings strung over it.


“Callista,” she prompted the guard.


“Yes, um, ma’am. You honor us with your presence.”


Callista looked at the dogs and smiled. “Aren’t they beautiful!”


“Ma’am, those aren’t lap dogs. They’re guard dogs trained to—”


The dogs lunged into her waiting arms and she hugged them. Their ears perked up, and their tails wagged so hard that the animals might take off and fly away. Both dogs rolled over to let her rub their stomachs.


The guard sighed. “Trained to sniff out goblins and keep them out of the party.”


“That is so cute,” Callista told him. She’d once spent a year living among goblins to avoid a king who considered kidnapping an acceptable form of courtship. That time gave her a good appreciation of what goblins could do, and it amused her that the guards thought dogs could keep them out.


The guard glanced at the sword strapped to her back. “Uh, ma’am, we’re under orders to collect weapons from the guests. We’ll look after it and return it when you leave.”


That made Callista pause. She didn’t like going unarmed. It encouraged bad behavior by worse people. Still, it was unlikely that someone would be so offensive that she’d need to cripple him when there were so many witnesses at hand. She reluctantly unstrapped the sword and scabbard and handed them over.


“You’ve got a fine weapon,” the first guard said. The sword wasn’t magical, but had been engraved with images of dragons and set with rubies and pearls.


“It dates to the Ancient Elf Empire and is a gift from my first husband,” she explained. Callista then pressed a finger against the guard’s chest. “I will be very upset if something should happen to it.”


“Uh, uh,” the man stammered.


“Your table is by the fountain,” a second guard said.


She smiled at them, causing the first guard to pass out (his fellow guard barely caught him in time), and then headed for her table. The mansion’s great hall could comfortably sit three hundred and was nearly full. She walked between tables seating men to be reckoned with, and every head turned to follow her. She saw a woman with a baby pressed against her shoulder. Callista smiled and stroked the baby’s cheek as she went by, making the little one laugh and wiggle.


Callista had to give Duke Gallows credit for the decorations. There were huge marble urns planted with gorgeous flowers. Tasteful paintings hung from the walls, and the statues of athletic men and women standing next to every column were masterfully carved. Musicians were placed across the room and filled the air with pleasant melodies. Maybe this night wouldn’t be a disaster.


Ahead of her was a young human couple that gave her pause. They stood side by side, the man’s arm around his wife’s waist as she held onto his hand. They laughed and exchanged loving glances. It stopped Callista in her tracks, but only for a moment. She continued on, whispering, “Be happy for them.”


She spotted a large fountain and a round table big enough to seat ten people. That had to be the one the guard had referred to. To her surprise, there was only one person sitting there, a girl of about fifteen with brown hair and wearing a red dress.


Smiling, Callista took her seat. “Hello there, I’m Callista.”


“Hi.” The girl’s shoulders slumped and she stared at her empty plate.


“Do I have to guess your name?”


“Oh, sorry. I’m Gail Heartstone.”


Waiters walked between the tables and set down platters of food. Callista smiled and thanked them when they brought roast pheasant garnished with potatoes, onions and shallots. “Well, Gail, it seems we have this feast to ourselves for the moment, so let me serve you. Breast or thigh?”


Gail didn’t answer right away. Callista sliced off a generous portion for herself and kept smiling. “You’re young to come to a party on your own.”


“I’m not alone, sort of not alone. My dad is with the duke. He’s trying to impress him with how important our family is so the duke will order one of his sons to marry me. Thigh meat.”


“That’s depressing. Here you go, one leg of pheasant. And your mother?”


“Mother went to…oh God, not again.” Callista followed Gail’s gaze, where a woman strongly resembling Gail sat at a bar. Gail blushed and put her face into her hands. “She promised she wouldn’t drink tonight!”


“And I thought I was going to have a rough time.” Callista sat down next to Gail and put an arm around her shoulders. “Don’t worry. It will get better in time.”


“How? My father is bartering my life like I’m a poker chip. My mother is going to get drunk, again, and embarrass the whole family. There’s nothing I do to stop either of them. Nobody else can, either. It’s been like this for two years.”


“Shh, it’s okay.” Callista took Gail by the chin and made her look up. “Your father isn’t going to marry you into the duke’s family tonight or ever. I’ve heard of the Heartstones. You’re prosperous and well thought of. You are not, however, in the same league as the duke. His sons are destined for arranged marriages with rich, well-connected women. You’re safe for now.”


Gail’s face practically lit up. “You’re sure?”


“Positive. This is one of those times where not being good enough is a good thing. As for your mother, this isn’t the first time I’ve been to an event where someone overindulged. You and I will see half the people here staggering like toddlers in an hour, and many are going to be too drunk to stand. It’s a sad problem, but not a rare one.”


“It’s something.” Gail cut up her food and started eating. “I’ve heard of you, too. Where’s the lucky guy who came with you?”


Waiters brought more platters, this time heaped with beef roasts garnished with carrots and tomatoes. To their credit, the waiters didn’t stare at her too long. Callista took a small portion and handed the platter to Gail. “I came alone, and before you ask, I plan on leaving alone.”


“I wasn’t going there,” Gail promised. Curious, she asked, “Seriously, you couldn’t get a date? There’s got to be a thousand men who’d give anything to be seen with you.”


“The number is a good deal higher than that.” Callista saw a waiter walk by with bowls of fresh peaches. That was a favorite of hers. She was going to ask if he could leave it at her table when a young man hurried over and brought her the bowl.


“Miss Callista, uh, ma’am, here, let me get that for you.” He placed it on the table to her left and took a step back.


“Why Max, look how you’ve grown,” Callista said cheerfully. “Gail, this is Max Dalstay. He’s the son of a friend of mine. Max, this is Gail Heartstone.”


“Pleased to meet you,” Max said. At sixteen, Max was handsome but still growing into manhood. He had a slender build and black hair, and dressed in dark clothes. Quickly turning his attention back to Callista, he said, “I’d have come sooner, but my family is seated across the room and I only just saw you. Can I get you anything?”


Gail stifled a laugh as Callista replied. “That’s sweet of you, Max. Gail and I are doing just fine. Is your father about? Oh, silly question, he’s behind you. Bernard, hello!”


Bernard Dalstay put a hand on his son’s shoulder, and the youth yelped in surprise. The family resemblance was striking, although Bernard was more muscular than his son. The raven haired man had an animal magnetism that bordered on magic, and he drew admiring looks from nearby women (including Gail).


“Dad, I was just saying hi to Miss Callista.”


“That’s kind of you,” his father said. He had a deep voice that commanded respect, and he gently turned his son around. “Our dinner is fast turning into a negotiation with the duke, and he’ll expect to see you with us. Come.”


“But we haven’t seen her in years! It’s rude not to say hello!”


“The night’s young, boy, and you’ll have time to reacquaint yourself later. Now join your mother.”


Bernard’s tone made it clear the matter was closed, and Max reluctantly left. Bernard was about to go as well when Callista said, “He’s the splitting image of you, in every way.”


“What was that about?” Gail asked once they were gone.


“History repeating itself. I first met Bernard at Imperial University when he was eighteen. He came to me several times asking questions, most of which had nothing to do with his studies. Two days later he asked me to marry him.”


Gail burst out laughing. “No!”


“And he repeated the request at every opportunity for the next year and a half.” Callista waved for a waiter to come over.


Gail watched Bernard work his way across the room “He moves like a tiger. You said no to that?”


“It wasn’t easy. It’s never easy. Waiter, could you please bring my friend and I something to drink with our meal?”


“Of course, ma’am.”


Once the waiter had left, Gail asked, “So what happened?”


“Bernard wasn’t giving up without a fight, metaphorically speaking. It took some time, but I managed to introduce him to a young lady from a good family, who is today Mrs. Dalstay and mother to his children. I’ve kept in contact with her over the years, and according to her letters life is very good. You have simply got to admire the woman’s stamina.”


Gail’s expression was blank. “I don’t get it.”


“You will when you’re older, dear. I met Max three years ago. As you can see, the apple didn’t fall far from the tree.”


“He’s trying to flirt with you when he’s so much younger than you are.”


The waiter came back with a decanter of wine and two glasses. Callista accepted them and said, “I’m three hundred years old. Everyone’s younger than I am.”


Callista felt something brush against her leg. Casually as possible, she picked up a bone from the pheasant and slipped it under the table. An unseen hand took it from her, and she heard a soft munching. She smiled. Goblin sniffing dogs indeed!


Gail watched Bernard and Max from across the room. “If he’d been older when you first met, would you have said yes? I’m sorry to pry like this, but marriage has been coming up a lot around the dinner table at home, and I’m curious.”


“It’s a fair question, and since we don’t have an audience I don’t mind answering it. Bernard is a good man, hard working, fair to the men under him and kind to his children. If he’d been older when we first met, though, I would have still said no.”


“Why?”


Callista was tempted not to answer, but she could tell that Gail was scared for her future. The nymph had been scared many times before and wished it on no one, so she reluctantly replied while she poured drinks for them both.


“Gail, how much do you know about me?”


“Not much. People say you’re pretty, that you’ll never grow old, that animals love you even if they’re wild, and that you’re nice, but not much more than that.”


“The nice part might not be correct.” Callista took a sip of wine and swirled it in her mouth. “I have been married twice. The first time was to a captain of a warship. Martin Starlit. You, you would have liked him, Gail. He was a commoner who worked his way up through the ranks. He never lost his connection to the people, not the way some men do when they gain power.”


She stopped to look at Gail. “He was the one who taught me how to speak the human language. I learned so much from him about the sea and ships, and about fighting. You’ll never guess how many hours he spent showing me how to defend myself. We were so happy together no matter how many men tried to come between us.”


This was difficult for Callista to talk about. She went through her memories until she found a time when Martin had comforted her so long ago. “This is hard. I know. It was hard for me when I went through it. But I know you and I know what you’re capable of. You can get through this.” There, that stemmed the flow of tears.


“What happened?”


“Time happened, Gail. We were married for thirty-one years. Three thousand years together wouldn’t have satisfied me. He grew old and I didn’t. One day he died. It wasn’t in battle or from his ship sinking. Those would have never killed him. He just passed away in his sleep.”


Callista felt something brush against her leg, but this time it was different. Tiny hands grasped onto her. Looking down, she saw a small boy of perhaps eighteen months holding her leg. He wore simple white clothes and had an unruly mop of brown hair, brown eyes, and an infectious smile.


“Why Gail, we’ve got a visitor! Hello there, little man!”


Callista scooped up the child and sat him down on the table. Gail grinned and reached over to stroke his hair. The boy laughed and grabbed her fingers. “Hi there! What’s your name?”


The boy didn’t answer. Instead he smiled and steadied himself by grabbing Callista’s wrists.


“He’s too young to talk yet,” Callista said. She felt a sudden impish urge, and tucked a napkin into the back of the boy’s shirt. “There you go. You’ve got a cape. Important men like you should always wear a cape.”


“Ooh, let’s give him a spoon,” Gail said. Once she’d armed him, the boy eagerly whacked the spoon against the table. Bang, bang, bang.


“Do you have brothers, Gail?”


Gail handed the boy another spoon, and he banged both against the table before throwing them away. “Two of them, and a sister. They’re in almost as much trouble as me. Father has plans for us that don’t involve letting us choose who we’re being married to. I’m just the first one to get auctioned off to the highest bidder.”


“Dear, don’t joke about that.”


“Sorry. It just feels that way sometimes. Let me hold him!”


Callista tried to pass the boy off, but he was having none of it. He grabbed onto the nymph again and pulled himself into her lap. She gave up trying to move him and instead cuddled the child. Memories flooded back of times she’d held her own children, fed them, consoled them, taught them.


“Children are so uncomplicated,” the nymph said. “They want love and their basic needs met, nothing more. If you gave this boy a gold necklace he’d try to eat it, and throw it away when he realized he couldn’t.”


A woman in a blue dress marched up to them and scowled. Callista stood up and faked a smile. “Is this young man with you?”


“Yes, he is,” she said tartly.


“Sorry,” Gail said sheepishly. “We would have returned him, but we didn’t know who to give him back to.”


The woman took her son. “I can’t turn my back for a second without Hank running off. He doesn’t much care which woman is holding him.” Her tone was pure acid when she added, “Rather like his father that way.”


They waited until the woman was a safe distance away before Gail said, “See, that’s why I worry about being married off.”


“I can’t help if you’re looking for advice on dealing with bad marriages. Both of mine worked out.”


“About your other marriage. I mean, I hope I’m not pushing.”


Waiters came with more platters of food. This time they brought steaks with sharp knives to cut them, meat pies, loaves of bread drizzled with honey, and vegetable soup. There wasn’t room left on the table for anything but their plates and the plates of their still missing fellow diners.


“There’s enough food here for twenty people,” Gail said. “How much do they expect us to eat?”


“It’s considered good manners to overfeed guests at these kinds of parties,” Callista explained. “You give them so much that they can pick and choose. Leftovers go to the staff, and the bones and fruit peelings are eaten by goblins.”


Gail laughed. “You won’t find a goblin within ten miles of this place! The guards and dogs will keep them out.”


“Guards, dogs, magic wards, goblin confounding talismans, and I think I saw someone pouring piles of kitchen scraps outside to distract them. It didn’t work.”


“Didn’t? What do you mean didn’t?”


A voice under the table said, “Pass the mayo.”


Callista took a small dish of mayonnaise off the table and placed it on the floor, where a pale blue grubby hand pulled it under the table. She also dropped a handful of bones, which the goblin also took. Gail opened her mouth to scream, but Callista pressed two fingers against the girl’s lips.


“The other guests are having such a good time. Let’s not ruin it.”


Callista decided to continue answering Gail’s original question to distract the girl from causing a scene. “My second husband was Anthony Bester. He grew the best grapes and mixed the finest wines, and it took a lawsuit to get the elves to stop claiming otherwise. I met him when I was still dealing with the loss of my first husband. Specifically, he took the glass of wine I was drinking and poured it down a sewer.”


“He did what?”


“You had to have been there to understand.”


Memories flowed over her of the moment when Anthony had said, “Good God, woman, if you’re going to get falling down drunk again, at least drink decent wine. Here, try this.”


“Anthony was a widower, so he knew what I was going through,” Callista continued. “He taught me a lot about wine and grapes, and about dealing with loss. We were married twelve years when he passed away. There were thousands of men that plague could have taken and left the world a better place, and it had to take Anthony.”


Gail looked to be on the verge of tears. “You lost both your husbands?”


“I’m ageless, Gail, ever young, ever beautiful, and ever losing those who matter to me. I outlived my husbands, and the children we had together. They didn’t inherit my agelessness, and I watched them age and die, and then saw the same thing happen to our grandchildren. That’s the reason I haven’t taken another husband. It’s not because there’s no one worthy. When Bernard Dalstay proposed to me he was young, strong, handsome, and more importantly I knew he was a good man. I turned him down because I couldn’t go through that again. I couldn’t watch him weaken and die like Martin and Anthony. It’s too much.


“I have perfect memory. I remember everything that happened during my marriages. Every minute we spent together, every word we said, every touch is stored in my mind as if it happened yesterday. If I could forget it somehow maybe it wouldn’t be so bad, but I can’t, and there are days it hurts so much.”


Callista looked at her meal. Magnificent as it was, she found herself with no appetite. “It’s made having friends hard, too. I’ve had so many over the years and outlived them as well. There were years I attended one funeral after another. These days I try to stay as professional as I can with others and maintain my distance. I’ve found a few beings that enjoy long lives, like gnomes and dwarfs, and one dragon, and we spend time together. I don’t want to shut myself away from the world. I know Martin and Anthony wouldn’t want that, but sometimes it’s so hard when I know that all I see is going to pass away and I won’t.”


It was strange. The room was filling to capacity with revelers, many of them drunk and getting loud. The musicians played louder to be heard over the clatter of silverware and people talking. Somehow, in spite of all that noise, there was a profound quiet at Callista and Gail’s table.


“I’m sorry,” Callista said softly. “It wasn’t fair of me to burden you with that. I keep thinking I’ve dealt with these feelings, and then something comes up and dredges them back to the surface.”


“It’s okay,” Gail told her. “Um, what do you do when men are…interested in you, and you’re not interested in them?”


“That’s become a specialty of mine. The nice ones take no for an answer. I redirect the persistent ones, like I did with Bernard. It’s not easy, but I can do it. I’m not gentle with the ones who aren’t nice. I can give as well as I get, and I’ve got more experience dishing out abuse than nearly everyone on this world. As for the really obnoxious ones, I’ve maimed more than a few.”


Gail dropped her silverware. “What?”


“Martin taught me how to fight like my life depends on it. I’ve taken lessons from others on combat over the centuries, always the best in their fields. There aren’t many who can fight me and win. It helps that the magistrates in my home city have been understanding when I have to send someone to a healer.”


There was a savage satisfaction when she replayed a memory in her mind of the last time that had happened. “This is the fifth time as magistrate that I’ve had to discipline a man for trying to force his attention on Callista the nymph. Admittedly this is the first time the defendant wasn’t able to stand, speak, or maintain bladder control after the beating she inflicted. I’ll take that into consideration during your sentencing.”


“That’s got to make parties like this hard for you,” Gail replied. “All the people drinking too much and acting dumber the more they drink.”


“You have no idea. It used to be fun when I went to parties with Martin and Anthony. Martin never liked celebrations and ended up spending his time with the staff. He’d get them singing and laughing so much that they had a better time than the guests. As for Anthony, if he was here he’d be complaining about the wine, and he wouldn’t be shy about it.”


“Really?”


Callista took a sip of wine and frowned. “Oh yes.”


Memories of Anthony came back and made her smile again. “This wine isn’t supposed to be served with roast pork. It should have been served to the pig.”


There was a sudden crash from across the room where the bar was. Gail slid down in her chair in a desperate bid to hide. “That was my mother, wasn’t it?”


Callista stroked Gail’s hair. “She’s okay. Someone’s helping her up.”


With the conversation paused by Gail’s humiliation, Callista took a moment to study the room. Many of the tables were only partly occupied since so many guests were milling about in large groups and gossiping. The largest group was centered around Duke Gallows and included at least fifty people vying for his attention. But to her surprise and delight, a white haired gnome in a tuxedo walked around the crowds to join her.


“Fiddler Plast, you rogue!” Callista called out as she rose to greet him. “It’s been ages. You look wonderful.”


Plast bowed at the waist and climbed into a chair next to her. The duke’s servants had thoughtfully provided a footstool for the gnome, and he reached his place without difficulty. “I’d say the same to you, but it would be redundant. You look as you always do, Callista, the personification of beauty. Ah, our host was kind enough to provide adequate sustenance for the evening. If you could be so kind as to pass the rest of the pheasant?”


Gail did so, and watched in awe as Plast devoured every last scrap of meat on the bird. He proceeded to crack open the bones and scoop out the marrow, then drained the decanter of wine to wash it down. The gnome reached for the nearest full platter and said, “I’m pleased you could make it. I have developed a mathematical formula that I hope will explain the movements of the constellation Erving the Marmoset. As I doubt the duke will have anything of relevance to say tonight, I hope we can spend a few hours discussing the matter.”


“I’d love to, but Gail and I—”


“Are finished,” Gail said. “You answered all my questions and more, and if this makes you happy then I don’t want to keep you from it. I didn’t even know you were interested in the stars.”


Plast laughed so hard he nearly fell out of his chair. Gail’s face shifted from embarrassment to anger and back again before she asked, “What’s so funny?””


“I’m a professor of astronomy at Imperial University,” Callista explained.


Gail’s jaw dropped. “You’re an astronomer?”


“A girl’s got to do something to earn a living.”


Putting two and two together, Gail said, “So when you said you met Bernard Dalstay at Imperial University, he was in one of your classes.”


“My lectures are always well attended, sometimes by people actually interested in Astronomy. Fiddler Plast is a fellow astronomer who built the largest telescope in the kingdom, and kindly lets me use it.” Callista was about to tell Gail about her job when a most unwelcome face appeared in the crowd. “Dear God, it’s Lord Bryce.”


“What’s that idiot doing here?” Plast demanded as he continued serving himself.


A voice called out from under the table, “Quick, pretend you’re dead.”


Lord Bryce was a lesser nobleman but possessed wealth that few could rival. Between his riches and high birth he was an absolute bore on a good day, and a pompous, lecherous malcontent the rest of the time. He had good looks and dressed in fashionable clothes with a touch of jewelry. Such a fine appearance fooled people meeting him for the first time.


Lord Bryce’s passing drew notice from the other guests, but not their approval. No one invited him to join them or engaged him in conversation. Most looked away when he neared them, a sign of unofficial disapproval among the rich. It didn’t bother Lord Bryce in the slightest. He noticed their snub, but instead of anger or embarrassment, he showed only smug certainty.


“Callista, how good to see you again,” Lord Bryce began as he approached their table. He could be charming for short periods of time, but it never lasted. “The time since our last meeting has been far too long, and I hungered for the chance to see you again.”


“The last time we met, you were ejected from university grounds and then banned from them entirely,” Callista replied. She had learned thousands of insults over the last three hundred years and was sorely tempted to use them. Instead she kept her voice calm and tried to end the conversation without stirring up trouble.


“You do have the most odious men running that establishment. They have no sense of humor or knowledge of their rightful place.” Lord Bryce put a hand on her shoulder and gave her a predatory smile. “Thankfully this time we can spend time together without interruption by lesser minds.”


Keep calm, she repeated to herself. She’d dealt with many men like Lord Bryce. Keep calm. “Duke Gallows invited us both for a reason I’m sure he intends to share, and that allows no opportunity for private affairs.”


“Gallows is busy and will remain so for hours,” Lord Bryce replied with a smirk. “That leaves time enough for us and an estate large enough to spend it alone.”


Keeping calm, very calm. She could smell alcohol on his breath, and he would be even less reasonable drunk than normal. “I fear I must remind you that while these are private grounds rather than public, the behavior that cost you your place at Imperial University would be no more appreciated here than it was there. Your hand, remove it.”


Fiddler Plast didn’t look up from his plate, now filled with food. “You’re not among commoners this time, Bryce. Make a fool of yourself among your peers and the consequences are going to be massive.”


“It’s Lord Bryce,” he corrected the gnome through clenched teeth, “and my words aren’t directed to someone beneath me in every possible way.”


Plast chuckled. “Racial slurs. I didn’t see that coming. Oh, wait, yes I did, because you talk like that to everyone all the time.”


Callista took Lord Bryce’s hand resting on her shoulder. For a second he smiled, but that disappeared when she slid his hand back to his side. “There are limits to my patience, and you reached them. Kindly return to your table and I’ll make no mention of this to our host.”


Lord Bryce’s face turned red. “I will not be talked to this way. I will not be treated like a servant. You may no more dismiss me than you can stop the tide!”


Nearby guests turned in surprise as Lord Bryce grew louder. Gail sunk into her chair, trying to avoid notice. Plast stopped eating and gripped his fork and knife like weapons. The goblin under the table ran, but only far enough to retrieve two more goblins hiding beneath another table.


Lord Bryce grabbed Callista by the shoulders and turned her around so she had to look at him. “You conniving vixen! The others here may be fooled into thinking you are a lady of class, a woman of distinction, but I know your history! You gave yourself to a penniless bilge rat pretending to be a captain, and then a drunk while your first husband’s body was still warm! You let wretched men of no breeding have you and turn down your betters? The nerve!”


Memories of her husbands crashed into Callista like an avalanche. She remembered how they’d fought for her, defended her from monsters like Lord Bryce, protected her in court when she’d had to defend herself. She remembered their deaths, the agony of it fresh like a knife wound, the pain of knowing she’d go on living, not for decades but for centuries or even millennia, every day of it without them.


The pain mixed with her loathing of Lord Bryce and hundreds of men like him she’d met over the centuries. This, this dog! This drunken, inbred, idiotic blight on humanity! Martin and Anthony were a hundred times the man Lord Bryce was, and to have this cretin smear their good names in front of everyone!


“How dare you!” Callista screamed. She slapped him. Hard. Then she kneed him in the crotch. Lord Bryce staggered back, which saved him from the worst of the kick she aimed at his head. The blow could have broken his jaw but instead only split his lip.


The three goblins attacked him, kicking him in the shins and stomping on his feet. At three feet tall the dirty little creatures couldn’t reach much higher and hadn’t come armed for a fight. Lord Bryce howled in outrage and knocked them aside before balling his hands into fists and charging Callista. Plast jumped from his chair and moved to help her. Poor dear Plast, he didn’t realize who really needed protection.


The guards at the mansion’s entrance may have confiscated Callista’s sword, but her first husband had taught her to improvise. The steak knives at the table were five inches long and looked freshly sharpened. That would do nicely. She snatched the nearest knife and threw it at Lord Bryce’s throat.


Time seemed to freeze. The knife sailed through the air. Lord Bryce didn’t see it coming and so didn’t try to dodge. It would have killed him except a blur of black slammed into him. It was Max Dalstay, lighter than his enemy but running so fast he knocked them both to the floor. Max rolled off as Lord Bryce screamed and staggered to his feet.


Men ran in and got between Lord Bryce and Callista. Two guards grabbed him and shoved him against a wall. Bernard Dalstay ran over only seconds behind his son, just in time to see Lord Bryce burst free and come after Callista again.


“Get out of my way!” Lord Bryce’s voice was hateful, animalistic.


Bernard Dalstay stood his ground, with Callista and his son behind him. His voice was soft yet still commanded respect when he answered. “Walk away while you still can.”


The guard came back with reinforcements and seized Lord Bryce. They held him while a crowd gathered and Duke Gallows came. The Duke was an older man in formal wear, and the look on his face would have terrified a lion.


“Bryce, you idiot! I knew your reputation for womanizing and placed you as far from Professor Callista as humanly possible. I thought you’d have the common sense to not make a fool of yourself yet again.”


“How can you place the blame on me when Dalstay’s brat struck me?” Lord Bryce demanded.


“He was saving your miserable life.” Duke Gallows marched over to the wall behind Lord Bryce and pulled out the knife embedded in it. Marching back to Lord Bryce, the duke tossed the knife to the floor at the man’s feet. “Had he been a second slower you’d be dead.”


No one in the room believed the story, and they politely agreed that was exactly what had happened. It was a convenient lie that let Max Dalstay avoid the repercussions of attacking a man his equal and the potential blood feud that would entail. But that didn’t end the matter. All eyes remained on the duke, for he was their host and the highest-ranking man in the room. Enough of them had seen and heard Lord Bryce that his actions couldn’t be easily swept under the rug or explained away.


“Callista, may I offer my most profound apologies,” Duke Gallows said. “Your attendance was a gift, and your generosity in coming was poorly repaid. I understand if you wish to leave after such an incident, but I would consider it a personal favor if you would remain. As for you, Bryce, guards, take him outside. I’ll deal with this myself.”


“You can’t do this!” Lord Bryce yelled as he was dragged off. Clearly the duke could, especially in his own home. It was actually a kindness since they’d be able to settle things without witnesses.


Callista sank back into her chair, physically and emotionally exhausted. Why did social events keep turning into battlefields? The other guests drifted off and learned that scores of goblins who’d snuck into the party had taken the opportunity to rifle through their purses, coats, wallets and anything else they’d left at their tables when they ran to watch the commotion. Plast patted Callista on the arm and then sat down himself.


Not far away, Bernard Dalstay told his son, “You could have been killed just now.”


Looking miserable, Max asked, “What else could I do?”


“Nothing, son, nothing. Go back and tell your mother that you’re okay.”


Bernard Dalstay was about to leave when Callista said, “He’s your son, all right.”


Bernard smiled and his chest puffed out in fatherly pride. “That he is.”


Watching them leave, it occurred to Callista just how much trouble she was in. Not for hitting and nearly killing Lord Bryce. That idiot was reaching the limits of how much trouble his money and family connections could buy him out of. His peers had not ignored his behavior up to this point, but they’d been quiet in their disapproval. Causing such a scene publicly made that impossible, and Lord Bryce would soon find himself a pariah.


The problem was going to be Max Dalstay. He’d been seated at the other end of the room and still came running to the rescue, even if he hadn’t saved the person he’d intended to. She’d hoped his interest in her was a passing thing, but what he’d done tonight bordered on the heroic. Clearly he wasn’t going to just let his infatuation go. It could take years to dissuade the boy, and he might never give up on her. What was she to do?


“Did you see that?” Gail asked. She was looking at Max as he left. “He took on a man twice as big as himself.”


Callista was about to correct Gail on the difference in size (Max being more like two thirds Lord Bryce’s weight) when she smiled instead. Maybe this time it wouldn’t be hard to redirect a man’s attention, and do Gail a good turn at the same time.


“Wasn’t that brave of him?” Callista asked. “You’ll never guess what his family does for a living.”

About the Author

Arthur Daigle is the author (no jokes, please, he’s heard them all) of five books set on the world of Other Place. These include William Bradshaw King of the Goblins, William Bradshaw and a Faint Hope, William Bradshaw and War Unending, William Bradshaw and Fool’s Gold, and Goblin Stories. Expect serious issues drowning in a sea of silliness, mayhem and outright madness. See goblins, the perennial losers of fantasy novels and games, be put into positions of importance no matter how hard they try to avoid it. Feel free to come visit, but watch your step for trip lines and pie traps.
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Magiquest

12/3/2017

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Magiquest: A Guest Post by N. A. Cauldron

You've heard me talk about Great Wolf Lodge, and the journey there, but I didn't go into the really cool awesome reason that we actually went there. We didn't go for the indoor water park, although that was pretty cool. We didn't go for the vacation, change of scenery, or awesome rooms, although that was really cool too. We went for Magiquest.
Now, we played Magiquest in Pigeon Forge until we finally beat the sucker. It took several hours, which turned into days because of travel time and other activities (we always had to be back for farm duties), but it was SO worth it! We fell in love and went looking for other places to play. And that's when we found the one at Great Wolf Lodge in Concord, NC. Now, if you don't want to stay there, that's fine. You don't have to.
This is a really long post, but I have tried to make the headings stand out so you can skip to what interests you. There are lots of videos and pictures-enjoy!
Pricing is as follows:
1-You get four days of play, not per hour. Sweet!!
2-Purchasing your own wand is $15-$17. Once purchased, your wand is usable at any other location. We used the ones we bought at Pigeon Forge.
3-Toppers are another $15, and not all of them work at every location. Last I knew, none worked at the Pigeon Forge area. But here, several, but not all, did. Check with the shop keeper for the latest news and updates.
4-Purchasing CompassQuest (at the Concord location) includes the Magiquest game (or at least it did when we went). So don't buy Magiquest if: you already have your wand, and you're playing CompassQuest. It's about $17 to play. You do need your wand to play CompassQuest, and you keep your compass, just like your wand.
5-ShadowQuest is another $15. It also requires your wand. It is completely separate in items used, quests taken, and format. More on that later.
The Basics (read this if you're unfamiliar):
You use a wand. Here's a picture of the inside (Arlis cast his and the top flew off. It has been put back together and works.)​

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You use it by literally swishing and flicking. A little ball in there tells it when you've done this, activating the technology to perform the "magic". Like so:
[youtube https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cskwvTds_FM]
You are given a book for Magi and Shadow Quests. Let's start with
Magiquest.
This is your Ancient Book of Wisdom. It will tell you where to go and what to do.
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If you click on the image below, you'll get a view of one of the first, and therefore easiest, quests. Each item is clearly located-Enchanted Woods, Enchanted Woods, Pixie Pines, etc. Great Wolf has 5 hallways. Each clearly labeled. As you progress through the game, the quests become harder, and the items more cryptic to find.
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The items:
I have a (very) few of the item here. A chest full or gold:
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A cryptic picture (watch the pattern of the lit symbols to enter the red dragon's portal.)
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​A mere word in a frame:
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Your average ordinary picture that you have to find, only to hear it talk and see it light up different colors when you cast on it (cool!)
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A talking lantern:
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And a gem:
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Again, having the flash on completely ruins the awesomey coolness of the game.
The different areas:
The separate hallways are as follows (and no, my camera didn't mess up. Each has its own colored lights in the ceiling.) It's really cool at night!!
Whispering Wood:
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This is the Forgotten Hall. It spans two hallways with a turn. It isn't a particular color and is much better at night.
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The second half of the Forgotten Hall
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Tangled Wood:
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Piney Path:
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​Enchanted Wood:
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The Quests:
Starting each quest requires you to visit the hub. At Pigeon Forge, it's tall stones. At Great Wolf Lodge, it's four trees. As such:
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There you can start a quest, get status updates, etc. You don't have to watch the intro video to each quest, just touch the screen and it will skip to just the basics, icons, descriptions, and their order. Sometimes the order matters. Sometimes it doesn't. You cannot skip ending sequences, aka rewards. Also, you may often find that when you finish a quest, the tree still thinks you're on it. Exit (click Done), and recast. Now you can start a new one.
Endings take you to portals, some big, some small. Here's a small one:
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I know it's hard to tell, sorry about that, but that's an owl. He's asleep, but if you cast on him, he wakes up. Now, if you're not ready to finish a quest, you can still use an ending portal to check your status and see what you're missing on your current quest, but you cannot change the quest you're on. That can only be done at the hubs.
If your quest ends more dramatically, you may get one of these:
[youtube https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DzZoWw4TFeU]

Each of the big screens does several endings, depending upon which quest you're on. This one alone did that lady, a fairy, and a bear.
The Adventures:
After the quests come adventures. Adventures require certain runes to complete. These runes are earned by completing the quests. Each location has different adventures, but you usually have the red and silver dragons.
The Dragons:
In order to enter the red dragon, you have to know the key to his portal (this player is not doing it correctly, but it does give a good example of the layout of the place:
[youtube https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7R0i4FkV-kI]

Again, this player is not fighting the red dragon properly, but this also gives a good example. Your health is on the left, his is on the right. There are walkthroughs all over the net for this stuff, so I'm not going to post it, but I will be happy to answer any questions you have in the comments below. You will notice that you choose your spell on the touch screen, and then cast on the dragon. The order and timing are crucial.
[youtube https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=usIDL_zyo5U]

Now, after the red dragon, is the silver dragon. This dragon is so difficult to kill, that few do. It's not that the adventure is hard, or that people just aren't capable, it's that the technology is often flawed resulting in long lines and tears of frustration. Arlis bought the red dragon topper for our wands. It will allow you to defeat the silver dragon without even having to finish the adventure. Just start the adventure, walk over to the dragon portal, and cast at the crystal, and then the MQ, and there you go! I do not recommend keeping toppers on your wand. Once they are activated, you can switch between them at the Magiquest or Compassquest hubs. The toppers are heavy and wear the wand out faster, making it work less often. Activate them, take the off, and replace with the original topper. Trust me.
The dragon portal!
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Defeat of the silver dragon (btw, I did defeat the silver dragon at Pigeon Forge, so I have earned my stripes :) ):
[youtube https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jSS1H8OHB9Y]
Tips:
While playing at the one in Pigeon Forge, I felt awkward, like I wasn't supposed to since I was adult. Not so here! Adults all over the place, either with their own wand or completely taking over their child's. Wearing hats, ears, capes. So fun!
This is not a game for small children. If you have a small child, supervise them. There were too many left to roam unsupervised resulting in broken technology.
Do not beat, smack, or hit your wand or any of the technology there. If it's not working, it's your fault. Do not touch the tip of your wand to anything. You must flick your wand to get it to work, not whack the screen with it. That's what the small children do. Imagine the consequences. If you're doing it the correct way, and it's still not working, please see the shop keeper.
People there want to help you. Don't act lost unless you want help. Ask an adult for help, yes, an adult. The children are often confused and will give you incorrect information.
Again, this is not a game for small children. They will enjoy running around making things react to their wand, but that's it. No quests. This is a game for tweens and up.
I was hoping to get all three games in one post, but that's obviously going to be impossible. Up next, ShadowQuest!


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December New Releases!

12/1/2017

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Are you looking for something NEW to read? 
​Don't worry, we've got you covered. Here are six December releases from
​Fellowship of Fantasy Authors!

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​​The Forest

by Krista Wagner
Rating G
When abused Shane escapes to the forest, he encounters a miraculous mystery.

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Gem

by RJ Conte
Rating G
From the best-selling author if Lucent Sylph is the story of the relationship between a boy genius savior of a doomed planet and his caregiver.

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Searching (A Prequel to the Starlight Chronicles)

by C. S. Johnson 
Rating PG
Long before she took up the mantle of Starry Knight, Raiya Cole knew she was born to fight demons -- starting with her own.

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Toonopolis: Chi Lin

by Jeremy Rodden
Rating G
Gemini—having barely escaped with his mind intact during his first adventure in Toonopolis—returns to the Tooniverse with Jimbob the Talking Eggplant on a quest to find Chi Lin before Mimic can manipulate the unicorn into doing his bidding. 

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​Bianca: The Brave Frail and Delicate Princess

by Meg Welch Dendler
Rating G
The Frail and Delicate Princess Bianca is never allowed from her tower, but when a dragon threatens, she will need to save the kingdom. 

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​Call of Elespen

by Missy Sheldrake
Rating PG
The epic conclusion to the Keepers of the Wellsprings series, a clean sword and sorcery adventure with a strong female protagonist. 

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