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All previous excerpts are available in our archives. We began this series on August 1, 2016.
Today's excerpt is from #1 best selling and 5 star author Janet Beasley's Hidden Earth Series: Volume 1 Maycly the Trilogy - Book 1 Two Altered Worlds
Bewildered,
Iona cut loose again with her gift of
chattering. “Let’s see…today I’ve seen a…a…gnome-like guy pop out of a cloud
and leave a Dream Decanter on my nightstand. It spewed musical fog that my feet
and legs are now dangling in causing my legs to heal. And let’s not forget the
three-inch-long buzzing something…whose name, by the way, was apparently Jit?
And he…she…I think it was a he…had a face like a human and wings like a
dragonfly that he used to fly by my eyes leaving a trail of sparkles. Then he
disappeared into the cloud with the little gnome guy…man…thing. I opened a
magic letter signed by SUL, and now my birthmark is warm. Are you kidding
me?”
She tried to put all of the recent events together. The poem on the card faded.
It and the envelope burst into flames in her hand, making her jump. “Too weird.
It didn’t burn me. Well, that was interesting.”
She went silent, pondering to herself. I
will never see this place again. Though it might have been guilt forcing
these feelings, she wanted to believe she was truly thankful for the provisions
she had received.
“Yap ! Yap ! Yap ! YOWLY-WOWEEE!” barked Wiskee.
“Well, there’s another new noise from you. I guess you’re getting a little
anxious? All I can say is, it’s a good thing you can’t talk because you’d
chatter on more than me!” Iona calmed her
small dog, Wiskee, with her touch. “OK. OK. I’m on it.”
She brushed her hands together and resituated herself on the bed. She thought
about her job—she was no longer going to be visiting those in need, and this
troubled her.
“I will see to it they are cared for.” Iona
could not believe she was hearing what she thought was SUL’s audible voice
again.
She looked at Wiskee and whispered, “And we’ll never see our strange but lovable
friend, Dumpster Man, again.” She had grown quite fond of him.
With his nose, Wiskee pushed her hand toward the Dream Decanter, but she was
still admiring the apartment. “Holy smokes! I can’t leave those!” She
jumped from the bed and gathered the only remaining tangible memories of her
family, their photos, and put them safely in the waistband of her pajama
bottoms.
She sat back down on the bed and clutched Wiskee under her arm without
thinking. He made the noises to let her know she was holding him a little too
tight.
“Oh, I’m sorry little buddy.” She loosened her grip.
Saying goodbye to her home was all too familiar and unpleasant. Iona closed her eyes and silently beckoned. Please let this be true.
Please, SUL, I want to trust You with all my heart, and believe that You will
take me to my family. She reached for the Dream Decanter, never
letting Wiskee out of her grasp, and did just as the poem had instructed.
Window shades dropped with a whoosh and a thud. Iona
freaked and spoke from the pitch dark, “I didn’t know we had window shades.”
All of the outside noises ceased; the silence was spooky.
Guarding Wiskee with her life, she crossed her legs underneath her and felt the
bed begin slowly turning and moving upward through the darkness. She was afraid
of hitting the ceiling but was also afraid to jump because she did not know how
high they really were. She reached high above her head and felt nothing. “STAY
PUT WISKEE!” She hated to let go of him, but was concerned at their height.
Carefully she stood on the bed but could not feel anything above them; she knew
she could reach the ceiling if she stood on the bed. Frightened she sat back
down and immediately grabbed Wiskee. If we’re floating in space, where are the stars? Where’s the moon?
What are we…suspended in time?
With her next breath she gagged. “What is that awful smell. Ack! That certainly
isn’t roses! This can’t be right.” She saw what she thought was a fireball
heading toward them. It came up fast from below and just missed the bed on its
rapid ascent. Iona screamed. The fireball
fizzled out high above their heads like a dud firework. She tossed the Dream
Decanter to her pillow and scooted to the center of the bed, not letting Wiskee
out of her tight grasp. She felt him trembling.
She had always longed for adventure, but this was not exactly the adventure she
had pictured in her mind. Somberly Iona spoke
into the darkness, “What have I done?”
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If you are a lover of enchanted fantasy you'll want to get hooked on this series! "Maycly" the trilogy has been compared to "The Wizard of Oz," and landed ahead of the "Hunger Games" on amazon. Click here for Ebook Click here for print book Click here to watch the Hidden Earth Series books trailers
If you are a lover of enchanted fantasy you'll want to get hooked on this series! "Maycly" the trilogy has been compared to "The Wizard of Oz," and landed ahead of the "Hunger Games" on amazon. Click here for Ebook Click here for print book Click here to watch the Hidden Earth Series books trailers
