sorceress-facing-rightThe last thing I saw was Sorceress, her eyes wide, and her mouth open as if she were screaming. Then, she was just . . . gone.

No, wait. She wasn’t gone. Everything was gone. Sorceress. Dragon. The milky-eyed grackle. The tree. The house. All of it was just . . . gone! Everything was hidden by a thick, opaque fog. Trying to see through that impenetrable haze, I slowly realized that they weren’t gone. I was. That’s probably why Sorceress had screamed.

fogThe murky cloud soon encompassed me completely, like a fluffy cotton blanket. I was disoriented. Up and down had no meaning, and I felt as if I was floating, weightless. Time had no meaning, either. I could have been drifting in that fog for minutes, or for days. I had no way of knowing.

seaside-cliffsEventually, the fog started to dissipate. It did so slowly, as if layer after layer after thin layer was being stripped away. Finally, it became translucent enough for me to make out my surroundings. I appeared to be on a desolate stretch of coastline. Ahead of me, a thin ribbon of dark, wet sand separated the lapping waves from towering cliffs.

I turned around, and found the coast in that direction curved away from the cliffs and the sandy beach widened. To the right, the cliffs gave way to a vast expanse of meadows and fields that reached to another body of water on the horizon. At the end of a path, near the other body of water, was a tall, circular tower of stone. As the fog lifted completely, and the warmth of the sun splashed across my face, my blood ran cold. I knew that dark, foreboding tower. Within its windowless walls, the evil wizard Morcant was spending his eternal exile.tower

So, Morcant was behind the recent disappearances. He had warned me he would exact revenge for my perceived part in his incarceration and exile. Now he had made good on his threat.

My every instinct shouted at me to run – run as fast and as far as I could! But my rational self knew running was futile, escape impossible. If Morcant was capable of dragging me from my world into his, then he would find me no matter where I would run here, on his world. I straightened my rumpled outfit, squared my shoulders, and prepared to meet my fate.

I had taken but a single step in the direction of the tower when I jumped at the sound of a voice directly behind me. “Forsooth! We would not advise thee to travel in that direction, milady.”

I whirled around to confront the speaker, and found myself facing a trio of women in archaic garb. Their hoods were thrown back and their cloaks were open to the warmth of the sun. Even though they did not appear threatening, I eyed them warily and looked about from the corner of my eye, seeking a route of escape.first-witch

“Prithee, allow us to present ourselves, milady. I am called Deoiridh.” The careworn figure in the middle, grey-haired and wrinkled, stepped forward. She lowered her eyes, and clasped her hands in front of her face, as if in prayer or supplication. She curtsied deeply. When she rose, she motioned for the second woman to come forward.

second-witchThe second figure, the youngest, shortest and roundest of the three, had flaming red hair and a profusion of freckles. She edged forward, fidgeting with her cloak and staring at the ground. She stopped while still many steps away. “I am Helewys.” She bobbed a quick curtsy before scooting back to take her place next to the third figure, earning her a frown from her companions.

third-witch“I am known as Zephyrean.” The last figure, tall and willowy, with jet-black hair and alabaster skin, moved forward with regal grace. She took my hands as she curtsied, and pressed the back of them to her forehead. She rose, still grasping my hands, and boldly regarded me. She spent a long few moments studying me and taking my measure.

Finally, she smiled, nodded, and dropped my hands. I presumed she had made up her mind about me. I remained unsure of her and her two companions; still, I sensed no malevolence from them. I found myself more curious than fearful.

As if reading my mind, Zephyrean addressed me. “Thou art quite correct, Mistress Writer. Thou hath nothing to fear from us. Come thither, break bread with us, and all thy questions shall be answered.”

Helewys said nothing, but she gave me a sidelong glance. Then she pulled her cloak tight around her and scuffed her tiny slippered foot back and forth in the dirt before running ahead.

cookfire-on-beach“We shall explain much, milady.” Deoiridh snatched my hand and tugged me along toward a sheltered knoll by the beach, where a fire had already been laid. “But first, thou art our guest. Come, we shall brew some tea and feast on mortrew and brown bread.”

I sat on a large piece of driftwood while the three strange figures prepared a meal. It was ready in short order, and the four of us ate in a comfortable silence. I found the mortrew, a thick stew of unfamiliar meats and sundry vegetables, nicely seasoned and remarkably palatable. The brown bread tasted sweet and nutty. The accompanying tea was strong and hot and pleasantly spiced. As I drained my third cup, my companions began their tale.

tower“Thou recognized the tower.” It was a statement rather than a question, and Deoiridh did not wait for an answer. “It is more than seven centuries since the evil wizard, Morcant, was tried in absentia by the judicial system of this world, and found guilty of atrocities too numerous to list. Their prescribed punishment was exile, but they did not know how to enforce the exile of a wizard. A coven of good witches put their minds to the task. It took them five years, but they finally devised a way to trap Morcant for all eternity.”

keys-001Helewys stared at the ground and fidgeted with her cloak as she took up the tale. “One of the witches lured him into a tower with the promise of an artifact of enormous power. Once he was distracted by the object, she slipped out, closing the door behind her. The other witches rushed forward to lock the tower. They had constructed three magical locks in the side of the tower, and crafted three magical keys. The three keys were inserted into the locks and turned at the exact same moment. The top and bottom keys were turned clockwise, while the middle key was turned counterclockwise. Once the keys were turned, Morcant was sealed inside the tower forever.”

Zephyrean continued. “The tower itself is enchanted. No one can break into it by physical force, nor can Morcant break through the walls to free himself. He can not break through the floor to tunnel out of the tower. There is no physical means of escape. When the tower was sealed, the windows and doors disappeared, leaving only solid stone walls. The tower has also been enchanted against magical means of entry or egress.”

I nodded. “I know all this. I also know that Morcant is not only trapped in that place, he is trapped in time. That is why he needs no food, otherwise entrapment within the impenetrable tower would be a death-sentence, and that was not the intent of the magistrates who sentenced him.”

morcants-familiar“Forsooth.” Helewys wrung her hands and chewed her lower lip. “He is trapped in the moment in time that the keys were turned. Yet, through his psychic connection to the milky-eyed grackle who serves as his familiar, and who was not trapped with him, Morcant is aware of the passage of time outside the tower. Of greater significance, he can communicate with others through his familiar.”

“Mayhaps thou has surmised, milady, we are descendants of three of the witches from the coven that entrapped Morcant.” Zephyrean furrowed her brow. “We seek to undo a terrible misdeed enacted by our predecessors.”

“Misdeed?” I gaped at the trio. “You believe they were wrong to imprison Morcant?”

Deoiridh shook her head. “Nay, Mistress, thou misunderstands! The misdeed was not in trapping him, but in their handling of the keys.”

I frowned. “I’m not sure I understand.”

Helewys sighed. “When the coven learned that Morcant was communicating with his henchmen, through his familiar, they feared his henchmen would overpower the coven and obtain the keys. They could not permit the wizard to escape, so they used their considerable magic to send one member of the coven to another world. She took the keys with her, and found an order of militant clerics to whom she entrusted the guardianship of the keys. She impressed on them the danger of the keys ever falling into the wrong hands.”Elf cleric

“So that is how they came to exist in Cleric’s world.” I cocked my head. “But legend has it that they disappeared from that world. What happened?”

“The witchs’ magic was flawed.” Zephyrean rubbed the back of her neck and lowered her voice. “A magical conduit remained between the worlds. Somehow, Morcant discovered the location of the keys, and sent his familiar to retrieve them. The clerics managed to thwart him, but they realized it was just a matter of time before he succeeded. They petitioned their deity to be released from their sworn duty.”

“And were they?”

Deoiridh shrugged. “They must have been, milady, as the keys disappeared from their midst. Ever since their disappearance, many generations of the coven have been searching for them, as has Morcant, through his familiar. Somehow, through means unknown, the keys found their way into thy world, and thy possession. It has been a race between us and Morcant to retrieve them.”

magic-energy-traceHelewys looked at me, eyes wide. “When the milky-eyed grackle followed the magic signature of the keys to thy world, we thought for sure he would seize them!”

Zephyrean raked her hand through her hair. “We tried everything to recover those keys, milady! We tried to contact thee, to bring thee here as we finally did today. Unfortunately, we ended up taking others by mistake – the ones thou call the Arrogant One and the Bounty Hunter, and later, the Cleric. But when we took them, we were unable to bring them all the way through the conduit. They remained trapped within its magic for some time before returning to thy world.”

“The same thing happened the first time we took thee, as well. We could not bring thee all the way through” Helewys blushed, her face turning as red as her hair. “We suspect Morcant interfered with our magic.”

“I see. So then, Morcant was not responsible for my disappearances and that of my characters, at least not directly.”

The three women nodded.

“At length, we resolved to enter thy world to talk with thee. We decided to take the undignified form of those small, furry creatures.” Deoiridh grimaced. “We knew they were common on thy world, and would attract less attention than three crones appearing within sight of thy neighbors.”

I nodded. “I thank you for that discretion. On too many occasions, my neighbors have been alarmed and unsettled by unexplained events spawned by my characters.”

Deoiridh inclined her head. “When we realized Morcant’s familiar was present and spying on thee, we could not risk further exposure. We left quickly, but continued trying to communicate with thee. We tried to enter thy dreams, but, alas, once again our magic failed. We ended up causing thy dreams to enter the minds of others.”


I smiled and raised an eyebrow at them. “So that is what caused us to share dreams. We blamed that on Morcant as well.”

“When all else failed, we just waited and watched.” Helewys hugged herself tightly, pulling her cloak snug. “We feared we would never be able to get to thee and retrieve the keys. But today, thy Dragon and Sorceress secured the bird. This distracted Morcant so he could not interrupt our spell, and also prevented his familiar from following thee. We finally made good our attempt to bring thee here through the magic conduit.”

I looked at them and sighed. “I’m afraid you have gone to a great deal of trouble for nothing. I no longer have the keys.”

The trio looked at me dumbstruck, and Deoiridh protested. “But we never felt their magic signature leave thy possession!”

box“I had them in an enchanted box that hid their signature from all, even those searching for them by magical means. I asked Dragon to ascertain if we could destroy the keys, so that Morcant would be unable to obtain them. She determined that the destruction of the keys would release the magic locks, freeing Morcant. So we decided on another solution. Dragon has transported the enchanted box, with the keys still secured within, to an undisclosed location. She assures me that no one will ever find them again.”

The three witches sighed. Smiles slowly spread over all three faces. “If the ancient Wyrm says the keys will never be found, then we are safe. Morcant will remain in his eternal prison.” The shy Helewys jumped up, ran to me and gave me a jubilant hug.

I laughed. “What can we do about his familiar? I’m rather tired of having to deal with the bird and its master; yet I lack the heart to destroy it and plunge Morcant into eternal darkness and silence.”

“When we send thee back to thy world, we will retrieve the bird and collapse the magical conduit. Thou will never be troubled by Morcant or his familiar again.” Zephyrean smiled.

The three women stood and faced me. Deoiridh lowered her eyes, clasped her hands in front of her face, and curtsied deeply. Zephyrean once more took my hands and pressed them to her forehead as she curtsied to me. Helewys bobbed another quick curtsy and then the three of them quickly joined hands and began chanting. Before I even had the chance to say goodbye, I was engulfed in the dense fog. When I arrived home, Sorceress was still in mid-scream, and Dragon still held the milky-eyed grackle in her talons. Everyone else was running towards us, probably in response to the scream.


As everyone crowded around, trying to see what was wrong, the milky-eyed grackle squawked loudly. Then, it was just . . . gone. I motioned to everyone to calm down. I beckoned them inside, hoping the neighbors had not noticed the strange and abrupt comings and goings. I herded them all downstairs to the conference room.

I shared with everyone the incredible events of the day. Miles and my characters had many questions and we discussed the matter well into the evening hours. Finally, my characters retired for the night. Miles and I headed upstairs to enjoy a bit of television before we, too, went to sleep. As we reached the landing, Miles turned and gave me a penetrating look. “So, they’re gone? They’re really gone?”

“Well, Morcant and the milky-eyed grackle are gone, as are the keys.” I paused and cocked my head. “But my characters remain, and who knows what mischief they will get into next?”

Miles groaned as he reached past me and turned on the porch light.

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Perchance to Dream

Perchance to Dream

I had been tossing and turning for hours. Finally, sleep, illusive sleep, seemed about to overtake me. But something began to tug me back from the very threshold of dreamland.Insomnia

“Mistress? Mistress, please wake up!” It was my Cleric, tugging on the sleeve of my nightgown, and whispering urgently in my ear.

“Wha? Wassamatter?” I forced one eye open and tried to focus.

“Please, Mistress, I must speak with you!”

“Now?” I demanded, trying to ignore the panic in my Cleric’s voice. I checked the clock on my nightstand. “It’s two in the morning!” I grumbled, getting ready to roll over and court sleep again.Elf facing right




“Please, Mistress?” Her quiet voice was raw with emotion, and she rocked back and forth on her feet.

“Oh, very well, then. Talk!” Sleep is so overrated!

My Cleric glanced over at my husband, who was starting to stir on the other side of the bed. “Maybe we should adjourn to the conference room…or at the very least, step out into the hallway?” she suggested.

I gave my Cleric a dirty look, but allowed her to pull me out of my nice, warm, cozy bed. She handed me my robe, and after three attempts, I managed to pull it on. As she led me out of the room, I tripped over my own feet and crashed into the door.

“Oh, Mistress, do be more quiet,” my Cleric begged. Her wide eyes darted up and down the hall, as if she was expecting the hounds of hell to pop out of the bathroom.

I sat bolt upright in bed, wide awake. Had I been dreaming? I had the distinct feeling of déjà vu. I pondered the scene I had just . . . dreamed? Relived? Slowly, it came into focus. The incident had occurred many months previous. My Cleric had roused me in the middle of the night, in a panic. It was when my Bounty Hunter had found himself in this world, fallen out of the pages of my manuscripts, just like the other characters who now made their home here. But I hadn’t thought about that night in ages! Why should it have invaded my dreams this night?  I shrugged and shook my head. Who could understand the workings of the subconscious mind? I slowly nestled back into my blankets and courted sleep once more.

for-blog-empty-half-of-bedI awoke with a start. Where am I? Wait! Let’s not start that again. I know where I am. I am in my own bed, sleeping next to my husband! I reached over to the other side of the bed, only to feel cold, empty sheets. Wait! Where’s my husband?


I awoke with a yelp. I immediately checked the other side of the bed. Miles was there, sleeping soundly. I could see him snuggled under the blankets, and I could hear the steady rhythm of his breathing accompanied by the faint whoosh of his CPAP machine. The scene from my dream was real, though. It had happened just yesterday. But, why dream about it? Nothing bad had happened. When I had gotten up yesterday, disoriented and concerned over Miles’ absence in our room, I had found him already in the kitchen. He had greeted me cheerily, and presented me with a cup of hot tea. Not much fodder for dreams.

Or was it a dream? I raked my hand through my hair and sighed heavily.

No, surely it was more than that. In the words of a famous baseball personality, it was like déjà vu all over again. For the second time that night, I had dreamed . . . or relived . . . something that had happened to me before. I had not just remembered it, I had experienced it again. Every detail. Every word. Every thought. Exactly as it had originally occurred.

I scowled and looked at the clock. It was still hours before first light. I huddled back into the warmth of my covers and closed my eyes. I needed sleep. Contemplating my dreams, and the reasons behind them, would wait until morning.

dwarfFirst thing in the morning — well, right after his seven-course breakfast — my Old Dwarf went outside. Miles and I stood by the French doors and watched him. First, he meandered about the perimeter of the property, hands behind his back, whistling. Then he wandered around the yard, going from tree to tree.

He peered up into each one in turn, smiling and nodding as if they were the most fascinating things he had ever seen. Then he ambled around the garden, stopping to bend over and sniff each and every variety of flower, still grinning and nodding. Each bird, rabbit, squirrel, chipmunk and butterfly he saw was blatantly scrutinized.

Miles shook his head. “Can your Old Dwarf possibly be any more obvious?”

“Oh, I’m sure he could be, if he really tired.” I winked.

We turned at a noise behind us. My Foreman cleared his throat as he, and my Young Hero entered the room.


Only. . . only it wasn’t my Foreman and my Young Hero.


There, in the grass, was a trio of small, furry creatures, each no more than half a foot tall. I cautiously approached and looked closely at them. With their handsome golden-tan, sable-brown, and creamy-white markings, they appeared to be common Thirteen-lined Ground Squirrels. One stood there on its hind legs, eyes closed, paws clasped in front of its face, as if in prayer or supplication. A second huddled in the thick grass, staring at us wide-eyed and ready to bolt. The third peered about curiously, taking in the entire scene and boldly eyeing us over its shoulder.


Wait. There, in the grass? Huddled in the thick grass? But, weren’t we in the living room?

I started thrashing about, and awoke with a thud as I fell out of the bed. What was happening? Why was I having these strange dreams?

The bed started creaking. I craned my neck, and I saw Miles prop himself up on one elbow and remove his CPAP mask. He looked at me, sprawled out on the floor, and furrowed his brow.

“Honey? Are you okay?”

“Just peachy!”

“What are you doing down there?”

I glowered at him. “Why, I’m feeding the dust bunnies that live under the bed, of course!”

Miles chuckled and raised an eyebrow at me. “Really?”

“No, not really. What do you think I’m doing down here? I fell out of bed!”

“Well, ask the dust bunnies to help you back up. Just be careful they don’t bite you. I hear dust bunnies can be very vicious, especially if they haven’t been fed recently.” Miles kept a straight face, but merriment danced in his eyes.Easter 128

I pulled myself up from the floor, crawled back into bed, grabbed my pillow and beaned my husband with it.

“Hey! What was that for?” Miles tried to look indignant, but his grin belied any annoyance.

“That was for being sarcastic.”

“I’m sorry. How did you manage to fall out of bed?”

“I was having a dream.”


“Not exactly. And it wasn’t just one dream.”

Miles listened attentively as I detailed the strange dreams, and the feelings of déjà vu they engendered. When I finished, Miles looked a bit pale.

“What is it?”

“I remember bits and pieces of dreams I had tonight. They match what you just described.”

I gaped at him. “What?”

He shrugged. “I have no idea why we would have the same dreams. Maybe we didn’t. Maybe just hearing such vivid descriptions of your dreams made me think I had dreamed it all, too. You know, power of suggestion? I’m not sure now.”

I raked my hand through my hair. “Well, even if we didn’t have the same dreams, I think something’s going on. The dreams were more than just dreams, more than memories. It’s as if I was there again.”

Miles furrowed his brow, and stroked my hair gently. “Honey, I know the dreams felt real to you. But you know as well as I do, when we sleep our minds tend to jumble things together and take unexpected twists and turns. If I were you, I wouldn’t let the dreams upset you.”

I sighed and nodded. “You’re right, of course.”

“Look, it’s starting to get light outside. Why don’t we get up and get our breakfast? A nice cup of hot tea will help you feel better.”cup-of-tea

A half-hour later, showered and dressed, we entered the kitchen and stopped short. My Cleric was slumped over the table, fast asleep, her head on her arms. My Foreman and my Gypsy, sitting on either side of her, looked as if they hadn’t slept all night – their eyes were bloodshot, their hair was uncombed, and their clothes were rumpled.

Slowly, the rest of my characters stumbled in and collapsed into chairs. Each looked as bad as, or worse than, the first three.

All except one.dwarf-facing-right

“Eh, what be goin’ on here?” My Old Dwarf fairly skipped into the room, eyes bright, and a wide smile not quite hidden by a well-groomed beard. He looked about the kitchen, from person to weary person.

“Quiet, please.” My Gypsy moaned and held his head, much like a person suffering a hangover.

“Ye all look like ye been samplin’ me good dwarven brew!”

“It is not libation that has caused our misery.” My Sorceress shook her head and yawned.

“It seems we were all troubled by dreams last night.”

“Really? I sleeped liken a log all the night long.”

I frowned. “That’s strange.”

“Not really, lassie. I al’ays sleep liken a log. Clear conscience.” The old reprobate winked at me, but I ignored him and addressed the others.

“Anyone else enjoy a dreamless sleep last night?”

Everyone else shook their heads.

“I want to hear about everyone’s dreams. Cleric?”

Elf facing rightCleric roused herself, rubbing the sleep from her eyes and yawning widely. “I dreamed of the night the Bounty Hunter arrived here, and I woke you in the middle of the night, Mistress, fearing what his presence in this world might signify.”

bounty-hunter-2My Bounty Hunter rose from his chair, frowning. He stepped toward Cleric, eyeing her closely, then he turned toward me. “That was my dream, too.”

“How could it be? You were not present when I awoke the Mistress!” Cleric furrowed her brow.

“But I saw it all in my dream last night.” My Bounty Hunter went on to describe in perfect detail the incident as it had occurred, first many months previous and again, last night in our dreams.

I raised an eyebrow.

“Did anyone else dream about that?”

Everyone else shook their head.

sorceress-facing-right“My dreams were of you, Mistress.” Sorceress stifled another yawn. “You were in your bedchamber, sleeping. You woke suddenly, and seemed afraid when you did not find Master Miles in the room with you.”Arrogant One

My Arrogant One’s eyes widened, and he jumped to his feet. “But . . . but that was my dream as well!”

I paled and my legs started to feel like rubber. I grabbed a chair and sat quickly.

My Foreman rose and started pacing. “I . . . I dreamed of the morning you and Master Miles stood by the doors in the living room and watched the Old Dwarf in the yard, Mistress, as he searched for Morcant’s familiar.” He paused, chewing his lower lip. “I entered the living room with the Young Hero, and I cleared my throat. But then . . . then the dream changed.”

My Young Hero interrupted. “Yes, it changed. We were in the yard, looking at those creatures that appeared here yesterday.” My Foreman gaped at the lad, who frowned and bit his lower lip. “I had the exact same dream!”

“As did I,” My Gypsy said, rubbing the back of his neck.

“And I had all those dreams and more.” Dragon thumped her tail on the floor.dragon

Miles looked at me. “What does it mean?”

“I’m not sure, but I think we better spend the day in the yard, looking for our furry little visitors from yesterday.”

Sorceress raised an eyebrow and nodded at me. “And verifying a certain bird did not steal back in the middle of the night, bringing mischief with him.”

Miles stared at her. “Do you think Morcant is behind this?” He swallowed hard.

“I do not know, Master Miles, but I think it best to find out.”

“I agree.” I pointed at my Old Dwarf. “It strikes me as odd that the only one here who enjoyed dreamless sleep last night was my Old Dwarf, who has a natural immunity to magic.”

Breakfast was a hurried affair that morning. No one felt much like eating, or conversing. No one except my Old Dwarf. He ate enough for all of us, and kept up a cheerful monolog until a cranky Dragon threatened to put him on the menu.

It was not yet mid-morning when we all took to the yard, searching. We needed to find the trio of Thirteen-line Ground Squirrels who had appeared and spoken to us yesterday. We also needed to see if the milky-eyed grackle who served as familiar to the evil wizard, Morcant, had returned during the night.

I found the bird almost immediately.

“Good morrow, beldame.” Morcant’s screechy voice spilled from the beak of the bird, who was sitting in the tree closest to the front porch. “Where, pray tell, are your diminutive visitors of yesterday?”

“What business is that of yours, Morcant?”

“Dost thou truly not know?” The bird’s beak opened wide, and the sound of Morcant’s cackling laugh poured forth.

“Morcant, I do not have time for your games.”

“But time is all I have, thanks to you.” His voice changed to a bestial snarl. “Every second, a lifetime; every moment, an eternity.”

“For the last time, Morcant, I had nothing to do with your present situation. You committed the crimes, the judicial system of your world tried and sentenced you, and the coven of witches carried out that sentence. I merely chronicled the events.”

Before Morcant could reply, Dragon slipped around the corner of the house and leapt upon the grackle, snatching it from the tree. She held it firmly in her taloned hands, and brought it to me.

“Place it in the box it was in previously.”

Sorceress, dashing up from the side yard, frowned and shook her head. “It escaped from that box once.”

I grimaced and rubbed the back of my neck. “Can the two of you secure it magically within the box?”

Sorceress tilted her head and thought for a moment, then nodded. “I believe we could accomplish that. We can get the Gypsy and Cleric to assist, so the bird does not free itself while we work.”

I nodded. “I’ll find them and send them to you in the conference room. The rest of us will remain here in the yard.”

As I prepared to go find the others, I stopped short. A thick fog was rising quickly from the ground. The last thing I saw before the fog enveloped everything was Sorceress, her eyes wide, and her mouth open as if she were screaming. Then, she was just . . . gone.



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Be sure to come back next week for the conclusion of this mystery. We’ll leave the porch light on for you!

A New Development

A New Development

for-blog-empty-half-of-bedI awoke with a start. Where am I? Wait! Let’s not start that again. I know where I am. I am in my own bed, sleeping next to my husband! I reached over to the other side of the bed, only to feel cold, empty sheets. Wait! Where’s my husband?

I quickly rose. I hurriedly washed and dressed, and headed toward the kitchen. Miles greeted me with a smile and a cup of hot tea. “Good morning, sweetheart! I heard you moving around, and figured you’d like this.”cup-of-tea

I thanked him with a kiss, then took a long swallow of the warm, soothing liquid. I sighed contentedly as I took a seat at the table. “Where is everyone?”

“They’re all outside, helping Dragon and Sorceress.” He handed me a container of yogurt and a spoon.

“All of them?”

“Yup, every one. They may not have been overly concerned before, when your Bounty Hunter and your Arrogant One disappeared and reappeared without explanation; but the fact that it also happened to you seems to have them quaking in their boots.”

“I think that’s because they’re all feeling very vulnerable. Especially since Dragon has postulated that Morcant was not the one behind the incidents.” I raised an eyebrow and started slowly stirring my yogurt. “We really don’t know who or what we’re dealing with.”

“Well, good day, lassie! I seed ye finally be up and aboot!” My Old Dwarf made a bee-line for the refrigerator, my Young Hero and my Gypsy following in his wake. “Do na be mindin’ us. We just be gittin’ a wee snack fer everyone, so’s we kin be keepin’ up our strength.”

I raised an eyebrow at his wee snack. He piled the two lads’ arms full of items from the refrigerator, then pushed them in the direction of the living room. He grabbed another armload from the cabinets and followed the lads as they went out the door and onto the deck.

“That’s enough food to feed an army!” Miles shook his head and rubbed the back of his neck.

“Or one hungry dwarf.” My Foreman entered the room and headed to the coffee maker. “Mind if I help myself to some of your brew?”

“Sorry, I just drank the last cup. I’ll make a fresh pot. It will only take a few minutes. Sit down.” Miles bustled over to the counter. My Foreman nodded appreciatively and took a seat opposite me.

yogurtI continued to absentmindedly stir my yogurt. “How are things going? Have they made any progress?”

“Some. Dragon and Sorceress think they may have found something. I’m not sure I understand the specifics, but they have apparently found some sort of residue in common to the locations of the disappearances and reappearances.”

“Residue?” I wrinkled my brow.

My Foreman shrugged. “Nothing tangible. I believe Sorceress termed it an echo.”

“Intriguing, but not very informative.” I stopped stirring my yogurt and ate a spoonful.

magic-energy-traceMiles handed my Foreman a steaming cup of coffee and took a seat next to him. “Residue? Echo?” He furrowed his brow. “Are you talking about some sort of magic energy trace? Something like the magic signature the keys emitted that allowed the wizard’s familiar to follow them here?”

My Foreman raised his eyebrows at Miles and nodded. “Yes, Master Miles. If I correctly understand Dragon and Sorceress, it is very like that magic signature, except it does not seem to lead anywhere. They are unable to follow it to its source.”

“You said they have found it at the sites of my disappearance and reappearance, as well as the sites where my Bounty Hunter and my Arrogant One disappeared and reappeared?”

My Foreman nodded.

I quickly finished my yogurt, stood up, and threw away the empty container. “I think I’ll find Dragon and see if she has any further news.”

My Foreman promptly drained his cup, then he and Miles joined me. We found my Arrogant One and my Bounty Hunter on the deck, helping my Old Dwarf set up a buffet. “Anyone know where Dragon is?”

arrogant-one-facing-rightMy Arrogant One bowed respectfully. “She was examining some magical residue in the grass by the steps a few moments ago, Mistress. I am not certain where you might find her now.” Will I ever get used to the idea of a polite and humble Arrogant One?

“Last I seed her, lassie, she be headin’ toward the back o’ the yard.” Preoccupied with the food, my Old Dwarf raised a fork and used it to point to the reeds by the pond.


dragonWe soon found Dragon in the garden shed. She was frowning and puffing clouds of black smoke from her nostrils.

“Uh-oh. Something wrong?”

“Ah, Mistress!” She heaved a deep sigh and another thick cloud of smoke drifted upward. “I am just becoming frustrated. Sorceress and I detected a faint magical residue on the upper stairs of the house, the site of your recent disappearance, and on the front steps where you reappeared. Cleric and the Gypsy believe they have found the same residue, or a similar one, on the ground by the back steps where the Arrogant One and the Bounty Hunter disappeared, and here in the shed where they reappeared.”

“Well, that’s good news, right?” I raised my eyebrows and raked my hand through my hair.

sorceress-facing-right“It would be, but the residue from the earlier incidents is already too faded to be of much use.” Sorceress and my Gypsy walked into the shed. Sorceress was carrying several pouches, while my Gypsy carried a tray of sandwiches and drinks.

“Do not spill anything in here!” Dragon shot my Gypsy a stern look and growled softly. He replied by waggling his eyebrows and sticking out his tongue at Dragon when her back was turned, which earned him a slap to the back of the head from my Foreman.

Sorceress ignored their byplay and continued her explanation. “We are hoping these components will intensify the echo of the magic.”

I gave her a blank look.single-footprint-in-the-sand

“What we have found is akin to a single footprint in the sand, with no other footprints around it to indicate the direction from which something came or the path it took when it left. Since we can not trace it to its origin, the next best thing is to identify what left the residue. However, because it is fading quickly, we have been unable to identify any likely source. By intensifying the echo of the magic, we hope to be able to identify it, if not trace it.”

I chewed on my lower lip and furrowed my brow, trying to understand. “So, suppose you can identify the source or trace it to its origin. Then what? How do we deal with an entity powerful enough to perform the magic of transportation and memory deletion?”

“It is impossible to answer that until we know more about the nature of the entity and its power.” Sorceress handed one of the pouches to Dragon, then turned to my Gypsy. “Put that food down and make yourself useful!”

He ducked his head and wiped his hands on his trousers before reaching for the pouch Sorceress held out to him.

“We will let you know if we are successful, Mistress.”

I nodded and beckoned Miles and my Foreman to leave with me. “Let’s let them do their work.”

As we left the shed, I saw my Young Hero next to the staircase to the deck. He was waving frantically at us. “Come quickly! Quickly! It’s Cleric!”

The three of us broke into a run.

“What is it? What has happened to Cleric?” My Foreman grabbed my Young Hero by the shoulders as if to shake the information out of him. I placed a restraining hand on his arm.


“What’s wrong? Where is Cleric?”

My Young Hero looked at me, his green eyes bugging out and his normally ruddy face ashen. His voice faltered. “She . . . she was just here. She was showing me the two areas where she and the Gypsy found the residue earlier. She was explaining its significance, and in the middle of a sentence, she . . . she was just gone!”

foremanMy Foreman almost collapsed against the steps, his hands balled into fists. His strong chin quivered and his soft gray eyes, full of concern, darted about the yard as if he hoped to catch a glimpse of Cleric.

I turned to Miles. “Get Dragon and Sorceress. Now!”

He nodded and took off across the yard at a trot.

My Old Dwarf, my Bounty Hunter and my Arrogant One came down the stairs wearing matching looks of concern. I held up my hand. “Stay there! Do not walk on the grass! If Cleric’s disappearance was perpetrated by the same power that caused the earlier disappearances, perhaps Dragon and Sorceress will be able to trace the fresh residue from this site.”residue-on-grass

I saw Miles bursting out of the shed with Sorceress, Dragon and my Gypsy following in his wake. Before they could get half-way across the yard, however, Cleric was suddenly just there, beside us, looking slightly weak-kneed.

My Foreman jumped up and caught her. “Milady! Are you injured? What happened?”Elf

Cleric raised her hand to her forehead. “I . . . I do not believe I have sustained an injury. I am just a bit dizzy and disoriented.”

My Foreman gently guided her to the bottom step, and eased her down. “Sit here until you regain your strength.” He looked around. “Bounty Hunter! Fetch some water!”

My Bounty Hunter ran up the steps, returning moments later with a glass of water. Cleric accepted it with shaking hands, and took a few sips.

I stepped forward. “Cleric, you were gone for several minutes. Do you know what happened, or where you were?”

“She was with us.”

Everyone whirled toward the voice. There, in the grass, was a trio of small, furry creatures, each no more than half a foot tall. I cautiously approached and looked closely at them. With their handsome golden-tan, sable-brown, and creamy-white markings, they appeared to be common Thirteen-lined Ground Squirrels. One stood there on its hind legs, eyes closed, paws clasped in front of its face, as if in prayer or supplication. A second huddled in the thick grass, staring at us wide-eyed and ready to bolt. The third peered about curiously, taking in the entire scene and boldly eyeing us over its shoulder.

“Is this another of your tricks?” I rounded on my Arrogant One, but the way he was gaping at the creatures, I knew this wasn’t one of his illusions.

“Nay! We assure thee, Mistress Writer, we art no illusion, nor is this thy elf’s trickery.” The voice, faint and reedy, seemed to come from a great distance, and it was impossible to say which of the small creatures was speaking.

“Explain yourselves! Who or what are you and where do you come from? Are you responsible for all of the recent disappearances? Why are you here? What do you want?”

“Prithee, calm thyself, Mistress Writer! Our troth, we shalt answer all thy questions. First, though, we beg thy kind indulgence for having heretofore inconvenienced thee.”

“Inconvenienced?” I realized I was shouting. I swallowed hard and tried to control my voice. “I would call it slightly more than a mere inconvenience!”

“Forsooth. We . . . we intended no offense. Let us assure thee, we mean no harm. Verily, ’tis just the opposite.”

I folded my arms over my chest and raised an eyebrow. “Oh really? How reassuring!”

“We understand thy vexation—”

“Do you now? How can you possibly understand my . . . my vexation?”

“Prithee, Mistress Writer, do calm thyself! Our time here is short. We must speak with thee. It is of vital importance.”

I raked my hand through my hair and scowled. “So speak.”

“We have been trying for . . . for an incalculable period of time to . . . to . . .” The voice began to fade; then the trio of squirrels was just gone.

Miles blinked. “Where’d they go?”

“I do na knowed where they be gone to but methinks I knowed why they be leavin’.” My Old Dwarf jerked his thumb in the direction of the maple tree. “I be afeared somebody be havin’ a look-see from that tree.”Morcant's familiar

The milky-eyed grackle that served as familiar to the evil wizard, Morcant, had returned to his customary roost in the tree by the window. I could see him observing our little lawn party, bobbing his head up and down for a better look.

I nudged Dragon. “That bird needs to go.”


I sighed, pondering the torment of Morcant’s eternal exile without the eyes and ears of his familiar. Total darkness. Complete silence. Forever. I just couldn’t do that, not even to him. “No. It just needs to go far, far away.”

She nodded. She took two hops and spread her leathery wings, launching herself toward the hapless bird. The grackle squawked and fled, streaking over treetops and buildings.

Dragon landed next to me. “I do not believe it will return this day.” She stretched her reptilian lips in a reasonable facsimile of a grin, her razor-sharp teeth glinting in the sunlight.mn-landscape-arboretum-229

Miles moved over to join us, taking great care not to walk too close to the spot where the three Thirteen-lined Ground Squirrels had been. “So, any explanations?”

Dragon and I both shook our heads. “We will continue our examination of the residue, but I doubt that we will know anything until our visitors return.”

Miles continued to star at the spot in the grass. “Think they’ll come back soon?”

“There is really no way to know, Master Miles.”

While the magic users continued to search for clues, the rest of us stayed on the alert for the return of the Thirteen-lined Ground Squirrels. By the end of the day, however, the secrets held by the residue had not been unlocked, and the trio of creatures had not reappeared.

Before retiring for the night, Miles and I checked the front yard, searching the lawn and hunting through the butterfly garden. Finally we sat on the porch, hand-in-hand, and watched as the deep rose and gold of the setting sun faded.


As the velvet twilight deepened, and the stars began to wink into view, Miles turned to me, yawning. “We better go inside, honey, before we fall asleep right here.”

I nodded and heaved a weary sigh as Miles and I went inside, turned on the porch light, and headed upstairs to sleep.

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We never noticed the milky-eyed grackle swoop silently into the tree just outside the halo of light.morcants-familiar

Looking For a Link

Looking For a Link

question markWhere am I?

I furrowed my brow. No, that’s not the right question. I know where I am. I’m on the couch in the living room. But how did I get here? Hmmm . . . I suppose Miles must have brought me here after I had . . . I had . . . fainted? Yes, fainted. But where was I before I fainted?

I pulled myself up into a sitting position. Miles and a group of my characters were gathered around the couch, eyeing me with worried looks and murmuring among themselves. I sighed and raked my hand through my hair. So . . . where was I before I fainted? I rubbed my forehead and sighed. No, that’s not the right question, either. I know where I was before I fainted. I was standing on the front steps. Miles and the others were on the front porch, gaping at me.

I shook my head to clear the cobwebs. No, the question should be where had I been before that? And how did I get from wherever I was to the front steps?

Elf facing rightCleric entered the room, her soulful cornflower-blue eyes wet with concern. She wordlessly placed a steaming cup of tea on the accent table in front of me, and dabbed at her eyes with a crumpled handkerchief. Then she hastily joined the others gathered around the couch.

Easter 128Miles sat down next to me and took my hand, squeezing it reassuringly; but his expression was far from reassuring. His face was white, his breathing hard, his lips and chin trembling. He looked frightened half to death, and his concern was mirrored on the faces of all my assembled characters. “Honey, do you remember anything? Anything at all?”

teacupI shook my head and my voice cracked when I spoke. “Not really. One minute, I was heading down the stairs to my office. I needed to finish the work I had been doing before Morcant’s familiar had shown up in the guise of Dragon. The next thing I knew, I was on the front steps, and you were all on the porch staring at me.” With trembling hands, I reached for the teacup, and took a long swallow, letting the warm liquid soothe me.

Cleric stepped forward, wringing her hands. “Mistress, Master Miles told us it was just past the noon hour when you left the living room and went down the stairs to go to your office. I had been waiting for you downstairs by the conference room door since mid-morning. I went upstairs to look for you around one o’clock. You had never arrived downstairs, but Master Miles said you never returned to the living room and he never heard you open the front door to go outside.”

“When Cleric reported you missing, we started looking for you immediately. It was after six in the evening when we saw you on the front steps, Mistress.” My Young Hero furrowed his brow and swallowed hard. “One minute, you were nowhere to be seen, and the next minute, you were just there, standing on the steps.”

I continued sipping my tea. When I had drained the cup, I handed it back to Cleric. I noticed my hands were still trembling. “What happened to me sounds exactly the same as the description you two gave of your recent disappearance.” I nodded toward my Arrogant One and my Bounty Hunter.

My Bounty Hunter nodded. “But what has caused these phenomena, and why are the three of us the only ones affected?”

My Gypsy crossed his arms over his chest. “Don’t you mean you are the only three affected thus far?”

The others gaped at him, but I nodded. “He’s right. Just because it has only happened to three of us thus far, that doesn’t mean the rest of you aren’t vulnerable. We really don’t know.”


“Let us review what we do know.” Ever poised, ever calm, Sorceress stepped up to take the lead. “First, both the Arrogant One and the Bounty Hunter recently disappeared from the back yard, near the bottom of the steps to the deck. Days later, when they were found in the garden shed, they claimed no knowledge of how they had disappeared, how long they had been gone, where they had been, or how they came to be in the shed.”

I looked at the other two, and they nodded. My Arrogant One replied softly, “Yes, that is an accurate account, milady.”

“Today, Mistress, you went missing from the upper stairway in the house. You remained missing for several hours and you reappeared on the front steps, with no knowledge of the circumstances or the elapsed time.”

I nodded in agreement.

“We need to find a link.”

Miles frowned. “What do you mean?”

“What do these separate incidents, or the people involved in them, have in common?”

I furrowed my brow, and chewed on my lower lip before answering. “Other than the fact that we disappeared, reappeared in a different place, and have no memory of it happening, let alone any understanding of how it happened, I’m not sure there is a link.”

Sorceress waved her hand dismissively. “There must be, and the sooner we find it, the sooner we can determine if any others are at risk. Let us start with the people involved.”

“Well, two of the people who disappeared are characters from a different world who fell out of my manuscripts, one a bounty hunter, the other a prestidigitator. I, a writer, come from this world, and I am, for lack of a better term, real.”

I could see by their scowls that the term real was not appreciated by my characters, although no one condemned the designation aloud.

“All right, we will accept that for now. What about the locations?”

“The other two were outside, and together, when they disappeared, and they reappeared inside the shed. I was in the house, alone on the upper stairway, when I disappeared, and I reappeared outside, on the front steps.”

Sorceress frowned. “Duration?”

“They were gone for days. I was gone for hours.” I shrugged. “Really, the only thing we have in common is the fact that none of us can remember what happened, or how long it was between the time we disappeared from one spot and reappeared in another.”

“I agree. I see no other similarities, either in our persons or in the disappearances and subsequent reappearances.” My Arrogant One spoke softly and respectfully, still shaken from his recent ordeal.

“You may have one other thing in common.” My Young Hero stepped forward. His brow was furrowed and he rubbed the back of his neck. “The keys.”

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“The keys?” I raised an eyebrow.

“Mistress, you were in possession of the keys to the locks of the tower in which the evil wizard, Morcant, is spending his eternal exile.” He turned toward my Bounty Hunter and my Arrogant One. “And you two had an overwhelming desire to obtain them for Morcant’s familiar. That way, the bird might return to his own world and present the keys to his master, so the wizard could free himself.”

morcant“Then Morcant is the link. Morcant is the one who caused these incidents. He was still trying to obtain the keys, first from my Arrogant One and my Bounty Hunter, and when that didn’t work, then from me.” I could hear the panic in my own voice.

“I do not believe Morcant is responsible.”

“Dragon!” I greeted my friend with a warm smile. “When did you get back? I thought you were staying to visit with Ollie and James.” My smile quickly faded. I narrowed my eyes and scooted away from the creature. “Wait. You are Dragon, aren’t you?”

Another dragonThe large beast looked at me solemnly. “I am. I returned as soon as James informed me of your difficulties.”

“Oh? And how are James and Ollie?” I tried to sound nonchalant.

“My good friend and his human are quite well, thank you.” Dragon tilted her head and chuckled. “You need not test me, Mistress. I assure you I am not an imposter.”

I shook my head and continued to eye her suspiciously.

“Should I describe Skygate Farm to you? It is really quite beautiful at this time of year, you know, with the glorious fall colors as far as the eye can see.”

I still hesitated.

dwarfMy Old Dwarf stepped toward Dragon, brandishing his axe. “Ye better be tellin’ the truth, ye big lizard! Iffin ye be misrepresentin’ yerself, it’ll be the sharp edge o me blade that ye be feelin’!”

“Do not make me laugh, small one. You know perfectly well that not even your excellent blade can do me the slightest harm. Now, be a good dwarf and sheathe your weapon, before I have you for a bedtime snack.”

“Eh, thet be Dragon all right, not the wizard’s familiar in disguise!” My Old Dwarf returned his axe to its holder and chuckled. “Judgin’ by the way he skedaddled when I threatened ’em, I do na believe thet Morcant’s little birdie be knowin’ thet me blade be useless a’gin a dragon’s hide. Even iffin he do be knowin’ it, he must also be knowin’ thet his hide do na be so tough.”

I nodded and turned back to Dragon. “I’m sorry I doubted you.”

Dragon inclined her head graciously. “It is understandable, considering the wizard’s familiar deceived you once.”

“Indeed! So, why don’t you think Morcant is responsible for the disappearances?”

“Do you remember when the Arrogant One kidnapped Cleric, and the Old Dwarf was knocked unconscious when he tried to rescue her?”

I nodded and my Arrogant One blushed furiously.

“Well, the Arrogant One magically concealed them in the shed loft. Then Morcant used his own magic, through his familiar, to further conceal them, so even the Arrogant One could not find them.”

“Yes, I remember that.”

“When we finally did find them, they were exactly where the Arrogant One had left them. Morcant had not moved them from one place to another.”

I rubbed my chin and chewed on my lower lip. “Are you saying Morcant is not capable of moving his victims about?”

“If he was, I think he would have removed Cleric and the Old Dwarf from the shed loft, making it more difficult for us to find them.”

I slowly nodded. “But . . . well . . . if not Morcant, then who?”

“Ah, yes, that is the question, is it not? Who else has the power to make others go missing?”

“Well, beastie, hereaboots thet would only be ye and Sorceress.”

dragon facing rightDragon narrowed her eyes and snorted a blast of smoke at my Old Dwarf. “You dare accuse me? Or Sorceress?”

The old miscreant coughed and waved his hand to clear away the smoke. “Nay, nay, ye blasted beastie! I just be sayin’ who here be powerful enough ta manage it.”

Dragon snarled a warning, and Sorceress stepped between her and the dwarf. “Cease this immediately! We have no time for petty squabbles amongst ourselves. Dragon, the dwarf may not be the most diplomatic being, but he is correct. The two of us are the only ones here capable of such magic.”

“Then the logical assumption is this act was perpetrated by someone not here.”

I scowled. “That doesn’t exactly narrow down the suspect pool.”

“No, I do not suppose it does.” Dragon sighed, smoke rings drifting from her nostrils. “Mistress, you have had a long and harrowing day, as have the others; and I have had a long and tiring journey. I suggest we all retire for the night. Tomorrow, Sorceress and I can begin investigating the areas of the disappearances and reappearances Perchance we will be able to detect something that would help us trace this magic to its source.”

“May I be of assistance?” Cleric raised her eyebrows in a questioning manner, and offered a hopeful smile.

“And me!” My Gypsy lifted his head and jutted his jaw.

Sorceress smiled at the two of them. “I am sure everyone will be able to assist. Let us discuss this further at breakfast.”

I nodded. “It has been a long day, and I’m sure I’m not the only one who would welcome some rest.” I started to walk toward the stairs.

“You need not check the porch light, Mistress. It was shining like a beacon when I arrived here.”

“Thank you, Dragon!” Miles smiled gratefully and took my hand. “Let’s get some sleep, honey.”sleeping




home-purgatory-creek-and-staring-lake-134Cleric and I would like to dedicate this week’s blog to the memory of our dear friend, Arlene, who recently passed from this world. Arlene was fond of my characters and enjoyed their adventures almost as much as I do. Her feedback and encouragement will be sorely missed. We’ll always leave the porch light on for you, Arlene!


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What Happened

What Happened

DwarfOnce released from his bonds, my Old Dwarf was on his feet, sputtering like a wet hen, and looking for vengeance. “Where be thet cowardly popinjay? He be a dead elfie when I be gettin’ me hands on em!”


My Arrogant One yelped, and ducked behind Miles and me. “He’s insane! I demand you protect me!”

“Whoa, there!” I placed a restraining hand on my Old Dwarf’s chest as he advanced. “That can wait. You, Cleric and Dragon have been through a rough ordeal. You need rest and something to eat.” My Old Dwarf calmed down and smiled at the mention of food. “Then I want to hear exactly what happened. Then you can kill the elfie. Maybe.” I winked broadly at the dwarf, as my Arrogant One let out another yelp. The Old Dwarf grinned ear to ear. It was hard to tell which made him happier — the thought of doing away with the annoying elf, or the thought of a hearty meal.

My Foreman and the lads had untied Cleric and removed her gag. She pushed herself to a sitting position, and rubbed her wrists and ankles where the ropes had cut into her delicate skin. Upon seeing those abrasions, my Foreman swore and glared at my Arrogant One. His nostrils flared and the cords in his neck stood taut. “The Old Dwarf may have to stand in line to get to that one.”

Elf facing rightCleric blushed. “I assure you, I have suffered no permanent damage. I would be most grateful, however, if someone could help me to my feet. I do feel a bit unsteady.”

As her friends rushed to Cleric’s aid, my attention moved to Dragon. She had still not moved from her original position. Her friend, the beautiful gray and white Old English Sheepdog, Ollie, was still standing over her, nuzzling her and whining softly. I knelt down beside them. “Dragon? How severe are your injuries?”

“They were very severe, Mistress. But, as you know, Dragons have extraordinary recuperative powers. I have already mended sufficiently to make my way to the house, if I do not try to move too quickly.”Dragon

Ollie 2Ollie looked at his friend, worry showing clearly in his china blue eyes. Dragon chuckled, tiny puffs of smoke dancing from her nostrils. “Do not fret, Ollie. I will soon be my old self, and we can have a good romp in the garden before you return home to your companion, James.”

Ollie tried to wag his little bobbed tail, and his entire rear end wiggled about in the process. His mouth opened and his tongue lolled in a big puppy-dog grin. I smiled, and made a mental note to call my colleague and Facebook friend, James Stack, and let him know his beloved Ollie was here, safe and sound.

We made our way slowly to the house. After the trio had a chance to eat and relax for a while, we gathered in the living room — a more comfortable setting, I thought, than our normal conference room meeting place. When everyone was ready, I cleared my throat and began.

“Cleric, can you tell us what happened?”

Arrogant One“Wait! I object! Why does she get to go first?” My Arrogant One faced me, wide-eyed and trembling.

I raised my eyebrow at him. “Would you prefer to have my Old Dwarf go first?”

My Arrogant One almost collapsed. He started babbling. “No, no, no! You can not believe anything they say! Let me tell you what happened!”

“You don’t need to. You have previously admitted abducting both Cleric and my Old Dwarf. I want to hear what they have to say now.”


“You will be silent, or the rest of us will draw lots to see who can claim the pleasure of silencing you…permanently.” Sorceress spoke softly, but her cold stare silenced my Arrogant One and sent him whimpering to the corner of the room.

I turned back to Cleric. “Please tell us what happened.”

ElfCleric furrowed her brow and bit her lower lip. “I really can not say exactly what happened, Mistress. When I left your office, I stopped at the front door to turn on the porch light as you had instructed. Through the glass, I saw someone moving about in the shadows in the front yard, so I opened the door and stepped outside to investigate. The next thing I knew, I woke up, bound and gagged, on the floor of the shed loft. The Old Dwarf was lying nearby, similarly trussed.” Cleric paused, rubbing her temple. “At some point, I became aware of Dragon’s presence as well, but when and how she had entered the loft, I could not say. She lay very still, and appeared to be in pain.” Cleric shook her head. “That is all I know, Mistress. I am sorry.”

“That’s all right.” I addressed my Old Dwarf. “What can you tell us?”

My Old Dwarf frowned. “Not much more than the lassie did. I be on me way up ta the kitchen, ta have a wee snack, when I heerd Cleric comin’ up the steps ahind me. I turned ta wait fer her, ta see iffin she be wantin’ a snack, too. I seed her light the porch lamp, then she opened the door and stepped out. I seed that blasted fancy-pants elfie grab her and put summat o’er her mouth and nose. I rushed out ta stop him, and he durn near cracked me skull wide open!”Dwarf

“Wait! He hit you?” My Foreman shook his head. “He said he used magic to subdue you.”

My Old Dwarf snorted. “Aye, thet’s just what he done, all right! He be conjurin’ a bloody big tree limb ta fall on me head!” He turned and glared menacingly at my Arrogant One, who shrank further back into the corner, in an unsuccessful attempt to disappear into the wall. My Old Dwarf turned back toward me and continued. “Well, that be all I kin tell ye. I woke up later with a band o gremlins bangin’ away on an anvil inside me head, and I be trussed up like a holiday goose! I seed Cleric next ta me, all tied up, too, and it dinna be too long afore I seed Dragon shimmerin’ inta sight nearby. The beastie looked as iffin someone put a bad hurtin’ on her, too.”

I nodded. “Then neither of you know for sure if my Arrogant One abducted you on his own, or if he had an accomplice?”

Cleric shook her head. “Until you said that the Arrogant One had already admitted the deed, I did not even know it was he who abducted me. I never saw anyone else in the loft, other than the dwarf and Dragon. So I could not say if the Arrogant One worked alone, or in concert with others.”

My Old Dwarf shrugged. “I do na think he be workin’ wit anyone. He come ta the loft once, by hisself, and he seemed all bug-eyed and perplexed. He could na see Cleric an me, layin’ there. He kept sayin’ stuff like ‘Where could they be? How could they have escaped?’ Then, he brought yer man ta the loft.”Easter 128

“My man? You mean Miles?”

“Aye. He could na see us, either. The elfie dragged yer man inta every corner o the loft, tellin’ him it be nuttin but a meditation area. He convinced yer man thet there be nuttin ta see in the loft.”

“Well, it does not surprise me that neither Miles nor my Arrogant One could see you. The wizard Morcant claimed to have magically concealed the two of you from everyone’s sight.”

I turned to my Bounty Hunter. “Suppose you explain your part in all this. You claim that you were not working with my Arrogant One.”

Bounty Hunter“I was not. I did not really have a part in it, although I do admit it was not for lack of desire. I had thought of abducting Cleric and holding her for ransom. I thought you would trade the keys for her safe return. I had thought to make a deal with Morcant for the keys. Before I could act, though, the Arrogant One had already abducted Cleric. So I followed him to the shed, hoping to force him into a deal. But I saw no evidence of Cleric in the shed. And when I spoke with Morcant again, through his familiar, I decided the wizard was not trustworthy. He was all too ready to abandon the deal he had offered me, and propose it to the Arrogant One instead. At that point, I abandoned any plans I may have had.”

I frowned and cocked my head. “But you questioned me about the keys, about their possible existence in more than one place at a time.”Keys 015

“Yes. You have explained that we characters who have fallen from the pages of your manuscript, landing in this world, still continue to exist in our own world. I thought perhaps it was the same with the keys, that my other self might have a chance to obtain the keys in that world. I’m not sure how I thought my other self would even learn of these keys, but if he…I…did, I thought he…I…could find a way to contact Morcant and sell him the keys.”

I nodded. “Luckily, I see no way that could ever happen.” I turned to Dragon. “And what can you tell me?”

“As you know, Master Miles came up with the idea of my transforming into a field mouse to enable me to climb up the outside of the shed to the loft doors. I was to attempt to see through the cracks in the doors, to determine if Cleric was being held in the loft. As I climbed, however, Morcant’s familiar, the milky-eyed grackle, flew at me and knocked me onto the concrete slab below. I suffered many internal injuries.”

Ollie leaped to his feet, whining and howling pathetically. “Nooooooooo!”

Dragon spoke soothingly to her friend. “It is okay, Ollie. I feel much better already, and I will fully recover before long. Dragons can heal themselves from near death.”

Ollie jumped up on the couch next to Dragon, and smothered her in puppy-dog kisses. Dragon sighed happily then bade her friend to settle down. Ollie curled up next to Dragon, who then continued.

“After I had been knocked off the shed by Morcant’s familiar, I was more determined than ever to see what was in the loft. In spite of my injuries, I managed to scramble back up to the loft doors, and squeeze through a crack. There, I transformed back into my own form. I then used my magic to locate Cleric and the Old Dwarf, and defeat the wizard’s spell of concealment. However, the injuries sustained in the fall had already weakened me, and the magic I employed drained much of my remaining energy. I lost consciousness before I could free my friends. I drifted in and out of consciousness for what seemed like weeks. During this ordeal, I kept thinking about Ollie.”Ollie 3

Ollie jumped up again, and started spinning around. “Woof! Woof! I knew you were in trouble! Yip, yip, yip! I came as soon as I could!” In his excitement, he mixed his canine and human language, but we all understood, and loudly applauded the brave pup.

“You’re a hero, Ollie! Without your help, I don’t know how long it might have been before we found Dragon and the others! Wait until I tell James. He will be so proud!”

While we were congratulating Ollie, my Arrogant One attempted to tip-toe away unnoticed. Ollie whirled around and planted himself in front of the elf. He bared his teeth and growled a deep, throaty growl.

“I do believe Ollie is inviting you to stay.” I smiled a tight-lipped smile at my Arrogant One.

The elf’s eyes widened and he staggered back, falling into a chair.

“I can not believe anyone, not even you, would be so greedy, or so stupid!” I shook my head in disgust. “You showed your stupidity by attempting to secure the keys for Morcant. Morcant

I explained to all of you how dangerous that wizard is, to his own world, to your world, to my world. If you thought to profit from dealing with him, you would have been painfully disappointed. He is not a creature to be trusted. He would have destroyed you as soon as he had what he wanted.”

My Arrogant One pursed his lips and rolled his eyes at me.

“I see you do not believe me. Well, no matter. I have disposed of the keys. I feared they would continue to be too great a temptation to some of you.” I looked pointedly at my Arrogant One, and my Bounty Hunter. “I could not risk what your greed or your hunger for power might lead you to do next.”

“That is a wise precaution.” Sorceress nodded approvingly. “What will you tell Morcant, should his familiar return?”

“We’ll deal with that situation if and when it occurs. For now, I think we all need to get some sleep.” I turned to my Arrogant One. “We will discuss the appropriate reprisal for your transgressions tomorrow.” He hung his head, his cheeks flaming, but did not debate my decision.

Dragon cleared her throat. “Since Ollie must return home in the morning, we will spend some time in the garden tonight. We will turn on the porch light on our way out.” Dragon smiled and blew smoke rings as she and her canine friend trotted off.

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I would like to thank author and #platchal friend James Stack for allowing his wonderful Old English Sheepdog, Sir Oliver of Skygate Farm (or Ollie, as he prefers to be called) to extend his visit. Be sure to check out their excellent blog here: http://siroliverofskygatefarm.com/

Ollie's companion James StackJames Stack’s memoir, WORLD’S FAIR, and collection of poetry, PLEASURES & SEASONS OF VERMONT, were published in 2013. His poems have appeared in ENGLYN: Journal of Four Line Poetry, the Maine Review (Grand Prize winner), America Is Not the World (Pankhearst Anthology), and Ash & Bones. His short stories have appeared in the Maine Review and Five2One Magazine and been semifinalists in the New Millennium Writings and Cutthroat contests.


You can follow James Stack on social media: https://twitter.com/SkygateStack   and https://www.facebook.com/JamesStackAuthor/?fref=ts

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You can also read about Ollie’s first appearance in my blog here: https://margecutter.wordpress.com/2015/12/27/another-guest/

Ollie to the Rescue

Ollie to the Rescue

shed loftIt felt as if I had been punched in the gut, and from the looks on the faces of my companions, I wasn’t the only one feeling that way. We had just rushed to the shed loft, expecting to find Cleric and my Old Dwarf. My Arrogant One had confessed to kidnapping them, and conveying them here. Then, the evil wizard Morcant had magically concealed them from everyone’s sight. Morcant claimed to have released his spell, so they should have been here, clearly visible. Instead, all we found in the loft was a lot of empty space. I let loose a string of expletives that had all my characters, as well as Miles, gaping at me.


“Someone’s lying. Either Morcant never released his spell, or someone has removed our friends.” My face twisted into an angry snarl as I contemplated what to do with the guilty party.

Sorceress walked over to the far end of the loft and stood there, her brow wrinkled in concentration. “What is it?” my Gypsy asked after a few moments.

“Those of my race who are gifted with the power to perform magic are also gifted with the ability to sense magic.”


I frowned and cocked my head. “Do you sense magic now?”

“I do.”

“Then, Morcant’s spell is still active?”

“I can not say, Mistress. Unfortunately, although I have the ability to sense magic, I do not have the ability to discern the source of that magic. It could be Morcant’s spell or it could be the Arrogant One’s spell. It could even be magical residue, if an item of immense magical properties has been here recently.” She paused, cocking her head. She moved about the far end of the loft, her eyes lidded, appearing deep in concentration. “Whatever it is, it has the feel of very powerful magic, ancient magic.”

My Foreman scowled. “Great. So how do we determine the source of the magic? And how do we find our friends?”

“We go talk to Morcant again. If there’s any chance he didn’t release his spell, I’m going to make good my threat to plunge him into eternal darkness and silence.” I whirled around and grabbed my Arrogant One, who was slinking toward the stairs. “And don’t you even think about disappearing! If Morcant has released his spell, and we need to find another possible source of the magic Sorceress senses, you’re the next one I’ll deal with.”Arrogant One

My Arrogant One drew himself up and jerked away from me. He tossed his hair back and looked down his nose at me. “The only spell I cast here was the one creating the barrier. I released that spell as soon as it appeared someone had breached it, as soon as I was unable to find Cleric and the Old Dwarf where I left them.”

I raised an eyebrow at the duplicitous elf.

“There was no sense in leaving a barrier that had already been breached, now was there?” He folded his arms in front of him, and gave me a dismissive nod.

“You’d best be telling the truth.” My Foreman scowled at the Arrogant One, and took his arm to escort him back to the house.

We left the shed and trudged back to the house in silence. We plodded up the stairs to the deck. As we entered the house, an unearthly screech assaulted our ears. Morcant’s familiar, the milky-eyed grackle, flew up from the lower level of the house, swooped around the corner of the stairwell and zoomed straight toward the open door.GrackleInFlight

“Catch that bird!”

Startled and disoriented by the bird’s loud squawking and Morcant’s banshee-like scream, most of the group dove out of the way. My Foreman made an awkward grab for the bird as it passed over his head, but came away with just a handful of tail feathers.

We all watched, dumbfounded, as the bird flew off, disappearing into the clouds.

“How did he get out of his box?”

Sorceress looked at me wide-eyed. “Remember what Morcant said, Mistress. ‘There is no way for you to confine this bird.’ Evidently, that was not an idle boast.”

“Wonderful.” I heaved a big sigh. “Without Morcant, I don’t know how we’re going to find Cleric and my Old Dwarf. And we still have no idea where Dragon could be.” I blinked back tears of frustration.

phone with caller IDI was about to order my Arrogant One and my Bounty Hunter to be taken back to the conference room for more interrogation, when the phone rang. I looked at the caller ID, and grabbed for the receiver. “Everyone wait for me downstairs!”

A half-hour later, I headed for the conference room. Miles was waiting for me at the bottom of the stairs. I didn’t even realize I was frowning until he asked, “Bad news?”


“The phone call. Was it bad news?”

I grunted an affirmation. “That was my colleague and Facebook friend, James Stack.”

“I don’t think I know him.”

“No, you’ve never met him, but you might remember I told you his Old English Sheepdog, Ollie, visited here in December.”Ollie 2

“Oh, okay. I remember that. So what was James calling about?”

“Ollie’s missing. James said Ollie did something this morning he’s never done before. He nudged open the gate and just took off. James is really worried about Ollie, and asked me to let him know if the dog shows up here.”

“Why on earth would James think Ollie would come here?”

“Because of Dragon. James told me Ollie’s been worrying lately and asking questions about Dragon.”Dragon

“Do you think Ollie senses that Dragon is in trouble?”

“Possibly. They seem to have formed a special bond during Ollie’s visit.”

I sighed and rubbed the back of my neck. I opened the conference room door. Everyone stared at me, waiting. I couldn’t admit to them I had run out of ideas. I slumped into a chair and cleared my throat. “So…does anyone have anything new to add? Has anyone remembered anything that might be significant? Would anyone like to confess anything?”

Everyone shook their head and shuffled around. My Young Hero wrinkled his brow. “Have we determined if Dragon’s disappearance is connected to that of Cleric and the Old Dwarf?”

“No, we haven’t. Dragon, while transformed into a fieldmouse, had climbed up to the loft’s exterior doors.mouse 3 She was attempting to see inside, to determine if Cleric or my Old Dwarf was in there. Morcant’s familiar attacked her, and I fear Dragon may have been gravely injured when they fell to the concrete slab below. There’s no way to tell if she had discovered anything in the loft before she fell.”

My Arrogant One waved dismissively. “If Morcant magically concealed Cleric and the Old Dwarf, how could Dragon have discovered anything? I was not able to see them, so how could your beast?”

Morcant“We still do not know if Morcant really did conceal them, or if he removed them from the loft. Nothing that wizard says can be taken at face value.”

My Bounty Hunter shrugged. “If he removed them, you may never be able to find them.”

“We might not be able to, but what about you? You track people down for a living. How would you go about finding them?”

Before my Bounty Hunter could answer me, Miles interrupted. “Hush!”


“Listen. It sounds like a dog barking.”

I looked out the window. “It’s Ollie!”

The Old English Sheepdog was barking frantically and throwing himself at the shed doors. As if he could sense my eyes on him, Ollie suddenly turned and ran toward the house, scrambling up the wooden steps to the deck. My companions and I rushed, pell-mell, upstairs and met him at the door.

“Ollie! What are you doing here? James just called — he’s so worried about you!”

In response, the handsome gray and white pup just whined and grabbed my jeans in his mouth, pulling me frantically toward the steps.

“Wait a minute, Ollie! Don’t pull so hard, I’ll fall! I’ll follow you. We all will.”

Ollie released me, and dashed down the steps so fast, I feared he would tumble and hurt himself. At the bottom of the stairs, he turned and looked back at us, still standing on the deck. He danced around, every inch of him quivering. “Woof! Woof! Please hurry! Woof!” He was so distraught, he was mixing human and dog-speak. He all but collapsed, waiting for us.Ollie 3

“Let’s go!”

My Arrogant One sneered, and planted himself firmly in our path. “Who is that cur, and why should we follow him?”

“That’s no cur, that’s Sir Oliver of Skygate Farm…Dragon’s friend, Ollie!”

Upon hearing that, my Gypsy and my Young Hero grabbed my Arrogant One and dragged him along, as we all raced after Ollie. When we caught up with him, the distraught pup was, once again, throwing himself at the shed doors.

“Wait, Ollie! We will grant you access!” My Sorceress knelt and gently restrained the trembling dog as my Foreman opened the heavy double doors. As soon as they were open, Ollie wriggled free and dashed inside. He made a beeline for the steps and ascended to the loft, all of us in tow.

By the time we had all clambered up the stairs, Ollie was standing at the far end of the loft, whining. He appeared to be gently pawing at a spot on the floor, and nudging something with his nose.

“What do you have there, fella?” Miles walked over to see what Ollie had found. He looked back at us, his brow furrowed. “There’s nothing here!”

“That’s the same area where you most strongly sensed the magic, isn’t it, Sorceress?” My Gypsy and Sorceress walked over to stand next to Miles and Ollie.

Sorceress nodded.

“Woof! Woof!” Ollie was practically going berserk, barking and saying something that sounded very much like “Dragon!”

“Steady, Ollie!” I turned to Sorceress. “Could it be dragon magic you sense?”

“Very likely, Mistress. There is naught more ancient than the arcane power of the Great Wyrms.”Another dragon

“Then, Dragon, at least, is here…perhaps Cleric and the Old Dwarf as well. But how are we to find them, if Morcant did not release his spell?”

“Given time, the Gypsy and I might be able to determine a way to undo the fabric of the spell.”

Ollie started barking incessantly. Suddenly, he whirled around and lunged toward my Arrogant One.

The annoying elf yelped, and tried to hide behind my Foreman. “Is that beast mad? Keep it away from me!”

Ollie persisted, nipping at my Arrogant One’s heels and yipping at him. He herded him over next to my Gypsy and Sorceress, and barked at him. “Help, help, help! Yip, yip! You help them! Woof, woof!” His human and canine words tumbled together, but his meaning was clear.

“Other than dragon magic, the magic of the elven race is the most ancient and most powerful known on our world. It is even more powerful than my own magic. If you join your power with mine and that of the Gypsy, perhaps we can free our friends.”

“And why would I do that? I would not benefit from using my power to aid your quest. I care not if they stay hidden for the rest of their miserable lives!”Arrogant One

Ollie advanced on my Arrogant One, teeth bared. A deep growl emanated from his throat.

As the elf yelped again, and tried to bolt, Miles and I blocked his escape path. “I do believe that Ollie is telling you the main benefit of helping would be staying in one piece.” I cocked my head and quirked an eyebrow at the trembling figure, while Miles tried unsuccessfully to stifle a snicker.

“All right, all right. I will lend my assistance!”

The three magic users held a brief discussion on the combination of spells they needed to cast in order to defeat Morcant’s magic. “I will go collect the necessary spell components.” Sorceress quickly headed toward the stairs.

“Woof, woof, hurry, please hurry, woof, woof!”

Sorceress returned directly with pouches of powders and vials of liquids. “This should suffice.” Then, with Ollie pointing to the spot where he sensed his friend, the trio began. In unison, they chanted, occasionally employing some of the magic components.

Gradually, the area in front of them started to change. It almost took on the appearance of a window, with sheets of rainwater obscuring anything that lay beyond.rain-on-window The trio labored for the better part of an hour, faces set in concentration, sweat pouring from their brows. Slowly, the mirage of the rain-soaked window cleared. When it finally disappeared in a shower of sparks, our three missing friends were revealed.


As everyone else hurried to untie Cleric and my Old Dwarf, I watched as Ollie ran straight to Dragon. The beautiful gray and white dog whined and licked his friend’s snout, and Dragon responded with a happy puff of smoke and a grateful thump of her tail. “Thank you, my dear friend. I knew you would hear me, and come to my rescue.”

Ollie’s mouth opened wide and his tongue lolled in a big puppy-dog grin. “Woof! Woof!” His words were for Dragon’s ears alone, and the two of them gazed into each other’s eyes. All was right with the world once more.

I tore my eyes from the touching scene, and smiled at Cleric and my Old Dwarf. “Let’s get you to the house. I’m sure you must be hungry, thirsty, and tired. And once you have recovered from your ordeal, I want to hear precisely what happened.”

Come back next week to hear all the details of their harrowing adventure. I’ll leave the porch light on for you.

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I would like to thank author and #platchal friend James Stack for the loan of his wonderful Old English Sheepdog, Sir Oliver of Skygate Farm, or Ollie, as he prefers to be called. Be sure to check out their excellent blog here: http://siroliverofskygatefarm.com/


Ollie's companion James Stack

James Stack’s memoir, WORLD’S FAIR, and collection of poetry, PLEASURES & SEASONS OF VERMONT, were published in 2013. His poems have appeared in ENGLYN: Journal of Four Line Poetry, the Maine Review (Grand Prize winner), America Is Not the World (Pankhearst Anthology), and Ash & Bones. His short stories have appeared in the Maine Review and Five2One Magazine and been semifinalists in the New Millennium Writings and Cutthroat contests.
You can follow James Stack on social media: https://twitter.com/SkygateStack and https://www.facebook.com/JamesStackAuthor/?fref=ts



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You can also read about Ollie’s first appearance in my blog here: https://margecutter.wordpress.com/2015/12/27/another-guest/

The Mystery Continues

The Mystery Continues

We were stunned. My Foreman, my Gypsy, my Young Hero and I had just witnessed the apparent images of four of our friends floating dead in the pond. The lads collapsed in tears, and my Foreman and I struggled to control our emotions.

“They’re all dead. I can’t believe they’re all dead!” My Foreman’s voice cracked, and he buried his face in his hands.

“Don’t be too sure about that,” Miles said, entering the room.

I gave him a blank look. “But we just saw them in the scrying bowl — Cleric, my Old Dwarf, Dragon and Sorceress. They were all dead.”

Miles grinned. “Maybe this will make you feel better.” He reached around the doorjamb and drew someone into the room.



We were immediately on our feet, taking turns embracing her.

“Really! I rather doubt I have been gone so long as to warrant this welcome!”

“But, you’re alive! If you’re alive, maybe the others are, too!” My Gypsy was grinning ear-to-ear.

“Alive? Well, of course I am alive! What ever made you think I was not?”

Then we were all talking at once, explaining what we had just seen. Finally, Sorceress raised her hand and we all fell quiet. “I believe I understand. Please, sit down. Master Miles and I will share with you what we know.”

GypsyAs we sat, my Gypsy cleared his throat. “Sorceress, I am so glad you are okay, but I know we saw your corpse floating in the pond, along with the other three.” He wrung his hands and fumbled for words. “Did…did I do something wrong? Did I not pronounce the words of the incantation properly? Did I add the spell components in the wrong order, or in the wrong amounts?”

Sorceress smiled at him, and patted his hand. “I am sure it was nothing you did, my friend. I believe there was another force at work, interfering with your efforts.”

My Gypsy frowned, and cocked his head, but I understood immediately. “Morcant!”Morcant

Miles and Sorceress both nodded. Miles said, “I came downstairs to see if your Gypsy had finished his attempt at scrying. I heard a voice in your office. I went to the office door, and I could hear chanting. I couldn’t understand the words, though.”

“I had just returned from collecting spell components,” Sorceress said. “I saw Master Miles standing outside your office, Mistress. When he saw me, he looked relieved. He motioned to me to join him near the office door. I heard Morcant, and I could understand enough of the wizard’s incantation to know it was a spell of deception. After Master Miles informed me all of you thought I had gone missing, and the Gypsy was attempting to locate me or our missing friends by scrying, I realized Morcant was attempting to thwart the Gypsy’s spell.”

“So Morcant wants us to believe that you, Cleric, Dragon, and the Old Dwarf are all dead. But why?”

“Yes, why? I thought you said Morcant wasn’t involved,” Miles said.

I shrugged. “I believed he was, until my Arrogant One and my Bounty Hunter convinced me he wasn’t. Sorceress, do you remember when we questioned Morcant? When you threatened his familiar in order to get the wizard to confess? My Arrogant One and my Bounty Hunter interrupted us, claiming Morcant knew nothing, and the wizard didn’t contradict them.”

“Yes, but something bothered me about that. The Arrogant One seemed to be there against his will. If you remember, when they burst into your office and stopped me harming the bird, the Bounty Hunter was prodding the Arrogant One with his crossbow.”

I narrowed my eyes. “Yes, I remember. At the time, I couldn’t understand why he’d do that, but in my surprise at learning none of them were involved in Cleric’s disappearance, I failed to question them.”

“Mistress? I realize something now I should have discerned then. Neither the Arrogant One nor the Bounty Hunter actually denied kidnapping Cleric. They only denied being in league with Morcant.”

I gaped at her. “You’re right,” I said, slapping my forehead.

My Foreman raked his hand through his hair and sighed. “Nothing makes sense! If they’re the ones who kidnapped Cleric, but they’re not working for the wizard, why would Morcant attempt to keep us from finding Cleric and the others?”

“Maybe we should ask the three of them.”

My Foreman nodded. “The lads and I will find the first two, and invite them to join us.”

“Miles and I will bring Morcant’s familiar in here, where there’s enough room for everyone.” I turned to Sorceress. “Does Morcant know you were listening to him?”

“No, so I shall stay hidden. If Morcant sees me here, through his familiar’s eyes, we may loose the advantage in the interrogation.”

I nodded, and motioned Sorceress toward a large closet, where she could observe covertly. My Foreman and the lads went off in search of my Arrogant One and my Bounty Hunter, while Miles and I went to my office. We collected the box containing Morcant’s familiar, the milky-eyed grackle, brought it to the conference room, and set it on the floor.box for bird

Within the hour, my Foreman and the lads returned, all but dragging my Bounty Hunter and my Arrogant One, struggling and protesting.

Arrogant One“Get your hands off me!” There was a loud rip, as my Arrogant One pulled away from my Gypsy. “Now look what you’ve done!” His face was almost as purple as his torn robe, and his voice was approaching a pitch that only dogs would be able to hear. “I demand to know why we have been dragged here!”

“Sit. Down.” I jabbed a finger at him and scowled. He paled, and immediately sat down, with no further argument.

“You, too!” I rounded on my Bounty Hunter who stumbled all over himself trying to get into his seat.

My Foreman blocked the door, and the lads stood behind my Arrogant One and my Bounty Hunter. Miles positioned himself next to the box containing Morcant’s familiar. I stood for many long minutes, just glaring at the two characters, squirming in their seats. Finally, I broke the silence, struggling to control my voice. “Where is she?”

“Who?” My Arrogant One raised his eyebrows and cocked his head.

“You know who! What have you done with Cleric?”

Bounty Hunter“We told you we had nothing to do with Cleric’s disappearance.” My Bounty Hunter’s voice remained even, but his eyes darted around the room as if looking for an escape route, and he continually clasped and unclasped his hands.

“No, you told me you had not kidnapped Cleric for Morcant. You never said you had nothing to do with her disappearance.”

My Arrogant One started to jump to his feet, but my Gypsy pushed him back into his seat. The elf tossed his head and assumed an injured air. He brushed off his robe and glared at my Gypsy. “I told you from the start that it was most likely the Old Dwarf who kidnapped her!”

“Enough of your deceptions! We know it was you two.” I indicated the scrying bowl and spell components on the table.

My Arrogant One scoffed. “You can not have seen anything in that! You would have said so earlier.”

“Not if my Gypsy just discovered a spell allowing him to use the scrying bowl to see into the past.”

My Arrogant One paled. He swallowed several times, and tried to speak, but no sound came out.

“Can’t you see she’s bluffing?” My Bounty Hunter shook his head and snorted. “If you saw Cleric’s abduction in that bowl, then why don’t you know where she is?” He sneered, and waved his hand dismissively.

“That was my fault.” My Gypsy played his role perfectly. His cheeks colored, and he shuffled his feet. “I got so excited when we saw the two of you abducting our friend, I lost the spell and we were unable to see where you took her.”

“The two of us?” My Bounty Hunter was on his feet. “You never saw the two of us do anything.”

Morcant’s familiar cackled and flapped his wings. As Morcant started to say something, Miles threw a towel over the screen top on the bird’s box, cutting Morcant off.

I nodded approvingly at Miles. “We’ll get to you later, wizard!” I turned back to my Bounty Hunter and my Arrogant One. “Talk. Now.”

“Or what?” My Arrogant One laughed.

“Or I will eradicate every mention of you from my manuscripts. You will cease to exist.”

My Arrogant One’s eyes grew large as saucers, and he began to sweat profusely. My Bounty Hunter started rocking back and forth in his chair, wringing his hands. Finally, they both nodded.

“I took Cleric,” my Arrogant One said in a small voice, forcing us all to lean toward him to hear. “At the time, it was my intent to trade her for the keys and make a deal with Morcant. While I was attempting to carry Cleric off, the Old Dwarf saw us, and came to her defense.”

I nodded and smiled, glad to have been proven right about the old scoundrel. “Go on.”

“I subdued the Old Dwarf by magic, and used magic to take them both to the shed loft. I left them there, bound and gagged, and created a magic barrier so no one could enter the loft. But somehow, someone defeated my barrier and removed them. I assumed it to be the Bounty Hunter.”

I turned to him. “Did you remove them from the loft?”

“How could I have? Am I a magician? How could I get past his barrier?”

“If not you, then who?” My Arrogant One glared at the smaller man. “I know that you, too, had contemplated capturing Cleric in an effort to obtain the keys and make your own deal with Morcant.”

“I admit the thought had crossed my mind, but Cleric vanished before I could act. By the time I had decided you were the one responsible for her disappearance, you had sealed off the loft and I was unable to get to her.”

“Then who breached my barrier and took her and the Old Dwarf?” My Arrogant One raised his palms and shook his head.

I scowled and turned to Miles. “Uncover the bird.”

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The milky-eyed grackle squawked and flapped violently as Miles removed the towel covering the box.

“Okay, Morcant, your turn!” I hoped my voice sounded sufficiently menacing. “We know you cast a spell of deception when my Gypsy was attempting to scry. Why?”

The wizard’s screechy response poured from the bird’s beak. “I was merely providing myself some entertainment. It is rather boring in this tower.”

I snorted. “Did you abduct Cleric and the Old Dwarf from the loft?”

“Tell me, witch, what do you plan to do to me if I do not talk? You can not eliminate me from your ridiculous scrolls and parchments.”

“Maybe not, Morcant, but I told you before I can place your familiar in a completely dark, totally soundless place, effectively plunging you into eternal blackness and silence.”

Morcant’s already shrill voice raised an octave. “Nay, beldame! Prithee, do not condemn me to such a fate! I admit to having a hand in the disappearance of the elf maiden and her stocky companion. But I did not abduct them, simply magically concealed them from all, including the elf who closeted them within the loft.”

“To what purpose?” my Arrogant One demanded. “I was willing to make a deal with you.”

“I did not believe you capable of obtaining the keys.”

My Arrogant One waved dismissively at the grackle. “With the Cleric to bargain with, I would have had those keys the moment I asked for them!”

I pushed my Arrogant One aside. “At this point, none of that matters. Morcant, release the spell. Immediately!”

The grackle cocked his head and studied me with one milky eye. “Very well.” His voice was sulky.

“And don’t try any tricks. If you do, I will make good on my threat.”

The grackle opened its beak, and Morcant began chanting. Five minutes later, he stopped. “It is done.”

I nodded, and beckoned the others. “Let’s go to the shed and rescue our friends.”Shed

We rushed pell-mell to the shed and scrambled up the stairs. As one, we stopped dead in the center of the loft, gaping.

The loft was completely empty.


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Did Morcant fail to release his spell? Did someone remove Cleric and the Old Dwarf from the loft? What ever happened to Dragon? Join us again next week, for the next installment of this mystery. I’ll leave the porch light on for you.

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Gruesome Discovery

Gruesome Discovery

“What do you mean, Morcant is not involved?” Miles gaped at me, wide eyed, as if he thought I had gone crazy. “Ever since his familiar showed up here, you have said he was after the keys.”MorcantMorcant's familiar

“Oh, he is, I’m sure of that. And he will do whatever he can to secure them. But I do not believe he is behind Cleric’s disappearance.”

Miles cocked his head and wrinkled his nose. “But ever since Cleric disappeared, you have been convinced that someone snatched her in order to ransom her for the keys for Morcant. Why the change of heart?”

“My two chief suspects, my Arrogant One and my Bounty Hunter, have sworn they would not deal with Morcant.”

Miles quirked an eyebrow and shook his head. “And you believe them?”

“I do, actually. They have a rather compelling reason to not deal with Morcant. They realize he is not to be trusted. They fear they would not only not get the payment he promised for giving him the keys, they might actually lose their lives. So I think they are sincere about not dealing with him.”

Miles considered that, then nodded. “I suppose their fear would override their greed. But then who took Cleric? And where are your Old Dwarf and Dragon?”

“And Sorceress.”

Miles and I whirled around. My Foreman stood at the door to the conference room, white as a sheet.

“What?” I gaped at him. “Sorceress is missing, too?”


He nodded. “I have been looking for her for the past hour. I wanted to know if she had salvaged enough of her spell components from Morcant’s familiar to attempt locating Cleric, or the Old Dwarf, or Dragon, through scrying. Sorceress is nowhere to be found.”

“You’re certain?”

“Reasonably so, but the lads are still searching. They’re pretty shook up.”

“They aren’t the only ones.” I slowly sank into a chair and leaned my arms on the table. “First Cleric disappeared, and from the evidence I found on the porch and the front walk, I presumed her to be kidnapped. At the same time, my Old Dwarf disappeared, and the signs pointed to the fact that he, too, might have been the victim of foul play. Then Dragon disappeared after she, in the form of a mouse, was knocked off the shed by Morcant’s familiar. Now, Sorceress is missing.” I looked at Miles and my Foreman, hoping one of them might have some answers.

“Let’s think this all out.” Miles took the seat next to me at the conference table. “You give no credence to your Arrogant One’s theory that your Old Dwarf is not a victim? You don’t believe his accusations that the dwarf could have kidnapped Cleric?”

I frowned and shrugged. “I’m not sure what to believe anymore. I find it hard to believe that anyone would have been able to take my Old Dwarf against his will, but I find it even harder to believe he would have abducted Cleric. First off, kidnapping isn’t his style. If he wanted the keys, he would try to obtain them by brute force. Second, he’s mostly a lot of bluff and bluster.”

“Don’t be fooled by the Old Dwarf, Mistress. He can be fierce, even downright vicious, if it serves his purpose.” My Foreman scowled. “I have had many encounters with him, remember.”Dwarf

“I don’t believe he would harm Cleric, though. He seems to hold her in high regard.”

“Don’t you remember what he tried to do to his own nephew? He believes the ends justify the means!” My Foreman clenched his jaw and narrowed his eyes.

“But there is no motive. As I said, if he were after the keys, he would attempt to take them, not bargain for them.”

Miles stood up and started pacing. “So, if he did not abduct Cleric, does the fact that they vanished at the same time mean the disappearances are related, or is that mere coincidence?”

“We really have no way of knowing, do we?” I sighed, and raked my hand through my hair.

“And we have no way of knowing if the subsequent disappearances of Dragon and Sorceress are related.” My Foreman banged his fist on the table. “How are we to find them? We don’t know how they went missing, or why, or who might be behind their disappearances!” His voice started to crack.

Just then, my Young Hero and my Gypsy joined us. They both slumped into nearby chairs, both staring at the floor and shaking their heads.

“I take it you had no success finding Sorceress.”

Young hero 2I had to lean forward to hear my Young Hero’s mumbled response. “We looked everywhere. In the house. In the yard. In the shed. Around the neighborhood. Nothing. There were no signs of foul play, as when Cleric and the Old Dwarf disappeared. Sorceress has simply vanished, just like Dragon.”


Gypsy“Mistress?” My Gypsy lifted his head. He squared his shoulders and licked his lips. “I think I may be able to find our missing friends. Sorceress has been teaching me to scry. I would like to attempt it. I checked her supplies, and there seems to be enough of the necessary spell components to try one time.” His eyes were pleading.

“Is that really wise? It could be dangerous.” I rubbed my chin. “What if Sorceress has placed wards on her scrying bowl and spell components to deter theft?”

“I do not believe she has, since she has allowed me the use of the bowl to practice. And nothing happened to Morcant’s familiar when he pilfered her supplies. But I can check for wards and protective spells before we start.”

I hesitated. “The spell itself is safe enough, right? To the caster, to the subjects, and to any observers?”

“Yes!” My Gypsy leaned forward and nodded. “This is one spell where there is no danger of injury to anyone. The worst that could happen is the spell won’t work. We won’t be able to see where our friends are. If so, we’ll be no worse off than we are right now. But if it does work…” My Gypsy didn’t need to finish that thought.

“Okay, get what you need and bring it here.”

He shot out of his chair and was half way up the stairs before I had completed the sentence.

“Do you really think it wise to let the lad play with such magic?”

I snorted at my Foreman. “That lad has been playing with magic since he was a babe! In fact, I remember a time that lad rescued you from a serious situation through the use of magic!”

“I haven’t forgotten. But that was Gypsy magic, learned at his grandmother’s knee. This is different.”

“If Sorceress has been working with him, I doubt there is any danger, except possibly to his ego, should he fail.”

Miles edged toward the door. “If you don’t mind, honey, I think I’ll go upstairs and make some coffee while your Gypsy does his thing.”

I did a double-take at my husband. “You don’t want to stay and observe? I thought you were always curious about my characters’ magic. You were ready to accept the invitation from Sorceress to join the group the night she used her powers of scrying to hear what the dragonfly was unable to hear.”

“Yeah, well, I’m afraid I would just be in the way. If your Gypsy lad is inexperienced with this spell, I wouldn’t want to distract him. Besides, honey, I haven’t had any coffee yet today. You know I need my coffee!”Coffee

I laughed, as Miles scurried out of the room.

A half hour later, my Foreman, my Young Hero, and I arranged our chairs in a semicircle flanking my Gypsy, who was seated at the conference table. On the table in front of him, my Gypsy had placed the scrying bowl, a vial of silvery liquid, and several pouches of herbs and powders. “I’ve already checked all these for wards and protective spells. They are all safe.”



He also had a notebook with the spell components and the words of various incantations written in a magic ink visible only to him. “The notebook is a safeguard for me while I am learning a new and complicated spell. It prevents me forgetting the order in which to add spell components, or fumbling for the words of an incantation at a critical juncture. The magic ink is insurance that no one else will acquire the knowledge without my permission.”


My Foreman nodded. “If I understand how this scrying is done, you need to concentrate your efforts on seeing just one person, not the entire group, right?”

“Yes, especially since we don’t know if they are together or in different locations. I think I should concentrate on finding Cleric or Dragon. They are the two with whom I have the strongest ties. I think maybe the better I know someone, the better chance I would have of finding them through scrying.”

I shifted in my chair, and considered the options. “Given a choice, I think I would prefer you find Cleric first. She’s been missing the longest.”

My Gypsy nodded. “Just remember, though, there is only enough of the liquid for one session. Whether I locate Cleric or no, I can not attempt to find a second person until I procure more spell components.”

As my Gypsy prepared himself for the task ahead, the rest of us tried hard not to squirm or in any way distract him. We all remembered how exhausted Sorceress was at the end of a session of scrying, and she was a powerful magic user, proficient in the art of divination. My Gypsy was a novice at this type of magic. It would, no doubt, be far more taxing for him than for Sorceress.

Clearing his throat several times, my Gypsy opened his notebook, unstoppered the flask, and poured the magic liquid into the bowl. Glancing only occasionally at the notebook, he began intoning the incantation that should allow us to see Cleric, adding certain ingredients to the liquid as he chanted. Gradually, as he fell into the magic, we could see a change in the surface of the liquid.

First, the silvery liquid grew cloudy and began slowly swirling. Little by little, it turned a murky green. Beads of sweat formed on my Gypsy’s forehead, and his breathing became labored as he worked to strengthen the spell.

Shadowy forms appeared in the liquid. Long, thick tendrils waved back and forth like dense underwater vegetation.

Murky aquatic vegetation

Gradually, a vague outline started to take form. It looked as if it were trapped by the waving tendrils.The form became progressively more defined. Eventually, an image emerged, floating up from the depths of the scene. Horrified, we gaped at the bloated form of an elf maiden, her skin grey, her lips blue, her sightless eyes wide open.

“Cleric!” My Young Hero practically leaped from his chair, bumping into my Gypsy. The image in the scrying bowl started to waver and fade. My Foreman and I pulled the dismayed lad back into his chair, while my Gypsy struggled not to lose the spell. After a few minutes, the image grew steady once more. We let out a collective sigh of relief.

As we forced ourselves to watch the repulsive image, other shadowy forms began to take shape in the murky depths. One by one, the distended corpses of my Old Dwarf, Dragon and Sorceress drifted up from the tangled bed of weeds. My Gypsy held the spell as long as he could, then collapsed back in his chair, gasping for breath. The images in the bowl disappeared, leaving naught but the silvery liquid.

The four of us sat there, too stunned to move. Finally, my Foreman jumped from his chair, and grabbed me by the shoulders. “They’re in the pond!” He let go of me, and fell to his knees. “They’re in the pond! They’re…they’re all dead!”

“Don’t be too sure about that.” Miles said, entering the room.

What does Miles know about Cleric and the other missing characters? Can the images in the scrying bowl be believed? Will the Writer and her remaining characters ever discover the truth? Come back next week and find out. I’ll leave the porch light on for you.

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More Dead Ends

More Dead Ends

My characters — those who remained — joined Miles and me in the conference room right after breakfast. I had earlier removed the box containing Morcant’s familiar; he was now securely locked in my office. box for bird

I looked around the table. My Foreman, the lads, and my Sorceress, were all slumped silently in their chairs, showing the effects of a sleepless night. They all had dark circles under their eyes, and they were all staring at the floor, listlessly. In contrast, my Arrogant One kept tapping his fingers on the table, and looking around the room while my Bounty Hunter paced back and forth, shooting suspicious glances at my Arrogant One.

I cleared my throat and began without preamble. “Cleric is still missing, as is my Old Dwarf. Does anyone have any ideas how we might locate them?”

“Why are you looking at me?” Arrogant OneMy Arrogant One jumped from his seat, his face twisted in a scowl. “Why would you think I have anything to do with their disappearance?”

“I never said you did.” I narrowed my eyes. “But you’re always reminding us how superior you are, so I thought maybe you could put some of your superior brainpower to work and figure something out.”

My Arrogant One snorted and threw himself back into his chair. “I still think the Old Dwarf abducted Cleric. They both went missing at the same time, and he is barbaric enough to have done such a thing.”

I nodded. “Okay, let’s just say, for argument’s sake, he did. Why did he abduct her, and where are they?”

My Arrogant One shrugged and stuck his nose in the air. “I do not profess to comprehend the motives of one such as the Old Dwarf. Nor would I have the faintest idea where he might closet his victim.”

My Bounty Hunter almost choked. He stood facing my Arrogant One, hands on hips. “Are you quite certain you have seen neither of them? Perhaps in the shed loft?”Shed

My Arrogant One sneered and waved dismissively at that accusation. “There is no one in the loft.”

My Bounty Hunter lifted an eyebrow in response.

My Arrogant One’s eyes widened, and he raised his palms, in a gesture of innocence. “If you do not believe me, ask Master Miles.”

Miles nodded. “I saw no one in the loft when this elf took me up there to show me his meditation area. And there’s nothing in the loft big enough for someone to be hidden under or behind.”

My Arrogant One smirked at my Bounty Hunter. “And what of you? Have you seen them anywhere? Perhaps when you were wandering around the yard, staring up into the trees?”

My Bounty Hunter merely snorted.

“This is not getting us anywhere!” My Sorceress was on her feet. “While we are here throwing accusations around and arguing, Cleric and the Old Dwarf could be injured! We need to determine how to find them!”

“Well, since I have no idea, I will take my leave of this gathering. Master Miles, if you have no plans to further shred your grass with that infernal machine of yours, I will retreat to my refuge in the loft and meditate.” Without waiting for a response, my Arrogant One turned on his heel and left the room.

“I fear I, too, am of no use in this rescue endeavor.” My Bounty Hunter sauntered toward the door. “If no one objects?” He glanced around the room and gave us a curt nod. He turned, straightened his shoulders, set his jaw, and strode off.

“They know something!” My Young Hero banged his fist on the table.

I nodded. “At least one of them does, I’m sure. Although, if Cleric is being held hostage in an attempt to trade her for the keys, as I suspected, I find it strange that I have not yet been approached by her abductor.”

“I also find it very strange that neither the Arrogant One nor the Bounty Hunter mentioned Dragon.” My Gypsy rubbed his chin and furrowed his brow. “You would think one of them would have noticed that she was not present.”

My Foreman cracked his knuckles. “I still say there is only one way to get the information from them.”

“Let’s hold off on that for now.” I chewed on my lower lip and rubbed my neck. “Sorceress, we spoke of you attempting to scry in order to locate Cleric. I was wary of the idea, as I feared it might put Cleric in danger if her abductor sensed the magic intrusion. But now, I think we have no choice. If not to find Cleric, maybe you could at least locate my Old Dwarf or Dragon.”


“I am afraid I can not. I discovered earlier this morning I do not have enough spell components. I was going to discuss this with you, Mistress. I suspect someone has been pilfering my supplies. I had plenty of the necessary items just the other day.”

I frowned. “This is very disturbing. We will have to find out who has done this, but it will have to wait until after we deal with the current situation. How long would it take you to assemble more spell components?”

“I am not sure. Many of these ingredients are not readily available. It may take some time.”

I sighed and raked my hand through my hair. “Well, you work on finding what you need. The rest of us will continue observing my Arrogant One and my Bounty Hunter in the hopes that one of them may lead us to Cleric.”

My Sorceress nodded and left the room, the others shuffling out behind her. Only Miles remained with me.

“What do you think the chances are of finding Cleric and the others?”

I shook my head and threw up my hands. “I don’t know. I have to admit, I’m running out of ideas.”

“Maybe something to eat would help you think. You didn’t have much for breakfast today.”

I smiled, but as we headed for the stairs we almost ran into my Bounty Hunter in the hallway. “Prithee, Mistress Writer, a word? Alone?” He looked pointedly at Miles.

I nodded, and Miles said, “I’ll get some lunch ready. See you upstairs!”

Bounty HunterBack in the conference room, my Bounty Hunter confronted me. “When I first appeared in your world, Mistress Writer, I told you I must get back to my own world to complete my mission. Did you not tell me that I was simultaneously here and in my world?”

“I did.”

He nodded hesitantly. “Then, logic dictates that the keys that you have secured here are still present in my world, and in Morcant’s world.”Keys 003



I shook my head. “Magic does not follow the rules of logic. If the keys were still in Morcant’s world, his familiar would have followed their magic signature to whatever location within that world the keys had been hidden. But he followed the magic energy here. Therefore, I do not believe the keys are quite the same as you characters. I do not believe they exist simultaneously in different worlds.”

My Bounty Hunter tilted his head and narrowed his eyes. “But you are certain that I, and the others you call characters from your manuscripts, are present in our own world as well as this one?”

“I am.”

“What proof can you offer?”

I pondered the question. “Well, when you arrived here, you were looking for Cleric. You had been following her in your world for quite some time.”Elf

My Bounty Hunter nodded.

“Cleric had been here in this world for a considerable time before your arrival here. If she had not been simultaneously in both worlds, you would never have seen her there at the same time she was here.”

My Bounty Hunter took some time to digest this information, then nodded and turned to leave.

“Wait! Does this have anything to do with Cleric’s present whereabouts?”

“I couldn’t say,” he replied, and he scurried off before I could stop him.

I headed for the stairs again, when I noticed the door to my office was ajar. Morcant! I thought. I crept toward the office, the thick carpet muffling the sound of my footsteps. When I reached the door, I heard voices.Morcant

“You claim to be the most powerful sorceress in your world.” I recognized Morcant’s screechy voice.


“No, just the most powerful sorceress among my people. There are many in my world with greater power.” That was the matter-of-fact voice of my Sorceress.

“I could teach you.” Morcant was speaking again. “With my help, you could wield more power than any in your world, more power than you can comprehend.”

“And all you require of me is to give this bird the set of keys you seek?”

“Yes. You can accompany him when he returns to my world. Here, you will free me, and I will become your teacher.” I winced. Morcant’s voice, rising with excitement and expectation, went right through me.

I was surprised and relieved to hear my Sorceress laughing. “I have a better idea. Why do you not tell me what you know of Cleric’s disappearance, and that of the Old Dwarf and Dragon?”

“In exchange for the keys?”

“In exchange for allowing your familiar to live.”Morcant's familiar

The bird started squawking, and I pushed open the door. “No!”

My Sorceress gaped at me.

“I told you before, the bird is not to be harmed.”

“This bird is responsible for my missing spell components.”

My jaw dropped. “How is that possible? I have him secured in this box, and the box had been locked in the conference room last night.”

The bird stared at me with his milky eyes. He opened his beak, and Morcant’s chuckle grated on my ears. “My power is great, beldame. You, of all people, should remember that.”

I shuddered. “Morcant, if you know anything about the disappearance of my Cleric, or the whereabouts of my Old Dwarf and my Dragon, you best tell me now. Otherwise, your familiar will be placed in a very dark, very silent place, for a very long time.”

“Do not blind me so, beldame!” Morcant’s voice, so full of panic when I had originally covered the bird’s box, was now mocking. His laughter poured from the bird’s beak. Abruptly, his tone changed, his voice almost a snarl. “There is no way for you to confine this bird, no way for you to harm me through your pathetic actions. I told you, witch, I will have those keys.”

“If you expect me to hand you your freedom, Morcant, you’re more deranged than I thought.” I nodded at my Sorceress. “As repugnant an idea as this is to me, Sorceress, I give you leave to destroy the wizard’s familiar.”

“No!” The panic in Morcant’s voice was real this time. The bird squawked and flapped as my Sorceress reached for it. “Wait! I will tell you!”

My Sorceress had her hand around the bird’s neck, but held it gently. “Well?”

Before Morcant could say another word, my Bounty Hunter shoved my Arrogant One through the door, the small man prodding the reluctant elf with his crossbow. “Stop! There is no need to harm the bird. Morcant knows nothing.”

“Traitors!” Morcant screeched. “We had a deal!”

“Actually, you made an offer. Neither of us accepted it,” my Arrogant One said, glaring at my Bounty Hunter as he spoke.

The smaller man nodded in agreement, and lowered his weapon. “If either of us would ever be successful in procuring the keys, you would be the last person in any world to whom we would barter them.”

My eyebrows shot up. “Then neither of you kidnapped Cleric? You weren’t going to attempt to make a trade for the keys to give to Morcant’s familiar?”

“Morcant is hardly someone either of us would trust to keep his word.” My Arrogant One sneered.

My Bounty Hunter nodded. “On that, we are in complete agreement!”

I blinked rapidly. “Then, where is Cleric?” I asked. And my Old Dwarf? I thought And Dragon? Where are they all?


Where will the Writer and her remaining characters look now for Cleric, the Old Dwarf and Dragon? Will the Writer convince Morcant to abandon his quest for the keys, and recall his familiar to his own world empty-clawed? Or will the wizard find a way for the bird to snatch the coveted items? Be sure to come back for answers to these and other pressing questions. I’ll leave the porch light on for you.


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Still Searching

Still Searching

“So, how did the séance go?” Miles asked.Easter 128

I jumped. “Are you still awake?” I asked, fatigue making me sound much crankier than I had intended.

“I couldn’t sleep,” Miles replied. “So, how did the séance go?” he asked again.

“It wasn’t a séance, honey,” I corrected him. “Sorceress was scrying on Dragon, remember? We needed to see and hear everything that was going on outside.”

“And did you?” He propped himself up on one arm, and listened attentively.

“Yes, we saw and heard a lot.” As I got ready for bed, I filled him in on everything that had happened. “We’re all exhausted now, so we’re going to get some sleep and meet again midmorning,” I concluded. “We’ll try to decide then how to rescue Cleric.”

Miles nodded, and wrinkled his brow. He plumped his pillow and tugged at his covers. Finally, he rubbed his throat and asked, hesitantly, “Honey? Do you think it would be okay if I joined you tomorrow?”

Somehow, what I heard was, “Would your characters kill me if I attended the meeting with you?”

I shot him a curious look. “Why would you want to come to the meeting?”

“Why wouldn’t I?” he countered. I quirked an eyebrow at him, and he continued, “You never know, I might be useful. Wasn’t I the one who reminded you that dragonflies can’t hear?”

“You were,” I admitted. “Okay, I suppose you can join us. Just remember, don’t look the Sorceress straight in the eye.”

“I think you’re just pulling my leg,” Miles replied.

I merely raised an eyebrow. Miles thought about it, then sighed. “Okay, I’ll be careful.”

I got in bed and kissed Miles goodnight. We were both asleep almost before our heads hit the pillows.

Morning came far too early. I took a quick shower, dressed hastily, and headed for the kitchen to make breakfast. Miles took extra care shaving and choosing a nice outfit. After a hurried meal, I set about filling the bird feeders in the back yard. It took the better part of an hour to refill them all, and clean and refill the birdbath. While I worked, I furtively looked about. Morcant’s familiar, the milky-eyed, runty Common Grackle, was no longer in the maple tree; nor could I see him anywhere in the yard. Still, the hairs on the back of my neck prickled. I sensed someone’s eyes on me, as I glanced at the garden shed at the rear of the yard.

When I finished and went back inside, Miles was pacing. “Are you ready yet?” he fairly accosted me as I walked in the door. “Your Foreman and the lads have already gone to the conference room. We’re going to be late!”

“Relax, honey, they can’t start without me,” I reminded him, as we headed down the stairs.

Miles and I entered the conference room. At the moment, it looked more like a breakfast buffet. Miles stopped dead in his tracks and gaped at the food. “So that’s what happened to the two pounds of bacon, the three dozen eggs, the box of donuts, the two boxes of cereal, all the milk, and…and my coffee!” His voice escalated, his eyes bulged, and his face turned a deep maroon.

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I placed my hand on his arm and sighed.

“Well?” I confronted the lads.

“We thought it might help everyone think if we had a little snack first,” my Gypsy mumbled. His face turned bright red, and he looked down at the floor.

“I guess we may have gone overboard,” admitted my Young Hero, shuffling his feet and turning a shade of red even brighter than my Gypsy. “We’re used to having the Old Dwarf join us for snacks.”

“Still no sign of that one this morning,” my Sorceress announced, sweeping into the room, a terrier-sized Dragon moping along in her wake.

“The Old Dwarf?” my Foreman asked her.

My Sorceress nodded. “I checked all his usual haunts on the way here. No indication he has been in any of them recently.”

Miles was still staring at all the food. I gently tugged on his sleeve and motioned for him to be seated. “Okay, now that we’re all here, let’s lock the door and get started.”

My Sorceress turned and scowled at Miles, who squirmed in his seat, making sure not to look her in the eye. “What is he doing here?”From Nicki 146

“He’s my husband, this is his house, and he has every right to be here if he wants,” I replied evenly. “Besides, wasn’t it you who invited him to join us last night for the scrying?”



“I was not serious,” she informed me with a sniff.

“I am.”

My Sorceress took my measure. My clenched jaw and narrowed eyes must have convinced her I was, indeed, serious. “As you wish,” she replied with a shrug.

Dragon spoke up, in an uncharacteristically small and somber voice. “I think he should be here.” She turned to Miles and continued. Dragon“Sorceress told me it was you who alerted the Mistress and my friends to the fact that dragonflies cannot hear.” She hung her head and sighed. “Had it not been for you, Master Miles, my mission would have failed. Thanks to your warning, Sorceress and the others took prompt action. They were able not only to see what I could see, but also hear everything I could not. I thank you, good sir…and I promise I will never scorch another pair of your shoes.” She raised her head slightly and peeked at Miles, who gave her a warm and reassuring smile.

My Sorceress rolled her eyes, but the other characters smiled, and we settled down to discuss our plight.

“The first thing we need to do,” I said, “is determine if Cleric is, indeed, being held captive in the garden shed loft.”

Gypsy jumped up. “I know I could defeat the magic barrier to the loft in the garden shed,” he avowed, throwing out his chest and nodding emphatically. “I have defeated many wards and spells on locks, both in my own world and here.”Gypsy

“I don’t mean to dampen your enthusiasm, or question your skill,” I replied, “but I think it too dangerous to Cleric.”

“There will be no danger to Cleric!” my Gypsy declared, folding his arms tight across his chest and jutting his jaw out defiantly. “I have better control of my magic than that!”

“I am not suggesting you would harm her with errant magic,” I assured my Gypsy. “But this won’t be as effortless as picking a lock, or defeating a simple ward. Casting a counter-spell to the barrier would take a considerable amount of time. If the kidnapper or a guard were to discover you before you completed your objective, Cleric could be in serious jeopardy.”

My Gypsy’s face fell. “You are right, of course. Even determining the right spell components would take time. I would have to probe at the fabric of the magic in the barrier. I could be discovered.” He shuffled back to take his seat, his shoulders slumped and his hands jammed into his pockets.

“What about you, Sorceress?” my Foreman asked. “If I understand how your scrying ability works, you can scry any location that you have physically been to, correct?”

My Sorceress nodded. “Unfortunately,” she said, “I have never been in the garden shed at all, so I would be unable to scry the loft or any other part of the building.”

“But you were able to scry the shed last night, when Dragon was inside it,” protested my Young Hero, frowning in confusion.

“Yes, I was, because I was scrying on Dragon. I was able to see everything that Dragon could see, even if it was in a location I had never visited physically.”

“Well, then, if Cleric is being held in the loft, you should be able to scry on her, correct?” Dragon asked.

Sorceress looked startled. “Yes, you are correct! I could! Let me go get my bowl and components!”

“Wait,” I stopped her. I chewed on my lip.

“What are you thinking?” my Sorceress asked.

“I am wondering if the barrier that prevented Dragon from entering the loft, or even seeing into it, would also prevent magical spying.” I frowned. “I am also thinking that whoever has cast such a spell might feel the energy of someone attempting to scry past it.”

“We can’t do anything that might endanger Cleric,” my Foreman stated, scowling. The rest of us nodded.

“If we can not use magic to circumvent the barrier, and we can not use force, what is left to us?” asked Gypsy.

My Foreman stood and cracked his knuckles. “We could accost the Arrogant One and the Bounty Hunter, bring them here, and persuade them to reveal Cleric’s whereabouts,” he suggested, speaking through clenched teeth.

“I would agree, save one small detail,” I replied. “We don’t know the whereabouts, or the involvement, of my Old Dwarf. If he is in cahoots with either of our suspects, he may be guarding Cleric. Threatening their well-being could bring about retaliation from the dwarf.”

Everyone’s face fell again. We all sat there, quietly, trying to think of another way to determine if Cleric was in the loft.

Finally, Miles spoke up in a timid voice. “How does the magic barrier work?”

“We have no time to school you in the mechanics of magic,” Sorceress retorted, looking down her nose at Miles.

I shot her a warning look, and asked Miles, “What do you mean?”

“I was thinking…does the barrier only prevent entry to the loft at the top of the stairs?” Miles asked.


“There are double doors into the loft, directly over the doors to the first floor of the shed,” Miles reminded us.Shed

“I think I know where you are going with this line of reasoning,” my Foreman replied, “but the kidnappers would surely be able to see someone leaning a ladder against the shed to breach the loft through the doors. Besides, aren’t the doors secured from the inside?”

“We wouldn’t be opening the doors, and we wouldn’t need a ladder,” Miles said. “At least not yet.”

We all looked at him, frowning, as we tried to understand his meaning.

“We’re not launching a rescue attempt yet,” Miles explained. “We only need to find out if Cleric is there or not.”

“Okay,” I agreed. “So how do we do that?”

“I’ll get the lawn mower from the shed. The grass does need mowing, and it is a very normal thing for me to do. I would be above suspicion.”

“That still does not get us into the loft to see if Cleric is there,” Sorceress scoffed.

Ignoring her, Miles turned to Dragon. “If you could change yourself into a tiny field mouse, you could get into the shed unnoticed when I open it to get the lawn mower. A mouse can easily climb up the wooden frame of the shed to the top doors. If they are not protected by the same barrier as the top of the stairs inside the shed, you should be able to peek through the crack between the doors and see if Cleric is there.”

Everyone gaped at Miles.

“That plan should work perfectly!” Dragon agreed. She trilled happily, and spun around in circles. Everyone else nodded and looked at Miles with new respect.

“My husband, the genius!” I exclaimed.

While Miles went upstairs to change into his work clothes, my Sorceress took me aside. “Your husband…he is a most competent problem-solver,” she told me, with a firm nod of her head.

I just smiled. I turned back to the rest of the group and reminded them, “While Dragon and Miles go out to the shed and implement their plan, the rest of you must remain inconspicuous.”

My Foreman nodded. “We don’t want to run into the Arrogant One or the Bounty Hunter and arouse their suspicion. We must go about our typical routine.”

“Exactly!” I agreed. “I will join Miles out back. I often use the weed trimmer while he mows the grass. It will look natural.”

A half hour later, Miles was mowing the lawn while I trimmed around the base of the maple tree. I watched out of the corner of my eye as a tiny field mouse crawled up to the top doors of the shed. Suddenly, a runty Common Grackle launched itself from a nearby tree, and flew directly at the mouse.



Will Dragon/mouse avoid the terrible, terrifying talons of the high-flying, frenzied, flapping, feathered familiar? Will the Writer and her band of characters find the commendable, courageous, cherished Cleric, and identify the vile, vicious villains responsible for her disappearance? Will the Old Dwarf reveal himself as faithful friend, or frightful foe? Will the mettlesome maverick, Master Miles, forget and look the soulful, sleek and soigné Sorceress straight in the eye? For the answer to these and other quintessential quirky questions, be sure to come back next week. I’ll leave the porch light on for you.

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