This sludge gump is located somewhere in the Woeful Wanderers’ Wasteland on the world of Boad, where the story, Bekka of Thorns, to be released on June 1 by Wild Child Publishing, takes place.
This is the one and only Rindle Mer. She is the lone watery woodlock ever to exist. What is a watery woodlock? If your mother is a shy chalky woodlock and your father is a river, you are a watery woodlock. Rindle Mer is noted for her stubbornness and her bark-lined endurance. In the story, […]
This is Blinky Greenwing, who plays a central role in ‘Woeful Wanderers’ Wasteland’. Here he is much later, when he appears as a beloved grandfather in ‘Nimble Missst’ and ‘Quen Nim’.
Here we have a very rough sketch of Wun, Tuu, and Thrii, the Triplet Princesses of Fiddleeebod. Scroll down a bit and you will see a sketch of young Prince Dale Lightly, who grows up to be a Kinng and the father of these bickering, laughing, screaming, ever energetic, incredibly exhausting creatures. They play starring […]
Lady May of Orrun Prince Dale Lightly The tenth birthday of these twins looms on the horizon in Part Two of A Tale of Fiddleeebod and is the engine driving the plot to its amazing conclusion.
This is the hollowite, Yones. He is the faithful attendant of Lord Fay Dot of Orrun and plays a central role in Orrun, the first part of a two part story entitled A Tale of Fiddleeebod. In addition to a shoot-across-the-room tongue and wings, Yones is blessed with six legs.
I am in the process of going through all of my fantasy stories and polishing them to a brilliant sheen. That is Donkie Ledger up there. He is from the tale, Babbling Jam Hatrack, my current project. The parrot perched on his shoulder is actually the lavender witch of Danken Wood.
The loon and the son of the loon acted in cahoots to produce the following blurb for the upcoming e-book, Bekka of Thorns. On the world of Boad, Bekka and Karro of Thorns, a pair of young hedge-dwellers, dare to leave the tunnels and bowers of home to seek adventure in the Woeful Wanderers’ Wasteland. […]
We dug holes to sleep in at night. The sun baked our heads in daytime, such was so, even as we walked on icy crunch gravel. I decided to weave a sun blocker hat from the tough fibrous gray tufts of grass. Thus did the brightness bother me so. I pictured in my mind the […]
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