Catching up with Hugh’s Charity Christmas Topper Challenge

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The Overlord headed home yesterday with his mini John Deere ride-on tractor, fish puzzle, and toddler drum set. Naturally, his favorite finds were a cardboard wrapping-paper tube (his didgeridoo) and a cardboard box (the perfect size for an Overlord Jack-in-the-Box).

I’m in holiday recovery mode. I drifted into dreamland around 6 pm last night and climbed from bed well after dawn. I might dismantle our little tree today, but not before catching up on Hugh’s Charity Christmas Topper Photo Challenge!

100_1025The Overlord was part of the decorating team this year, so prior to the event, I sorted our ornaments into 2 piles: “kid-proof” and “not this year.” We went with a small tree, no garlands, zero tinsel, and minimal lights. Without power, I couldn’t check the strands to see if they worked … When the power finally came on, only the top half of the tree lit up. Oops.

For this year’s tree topper, I risked a porcelain angel after the Overlord was tucked in bed. She survived, though she needs a bit of glue prior to next year.

100_0144Power finally returned on Christmas about 1:30 in the morning. It came with a coverlet of snow – a rare pleasure here in the rain forest and perfect for Christmas morning.

Christmas and New Years are times when my wishes for peace are ever present in my thoughts. Hugh’s Photo Challenge is a lovely way for me to partake in something kind-hearted. Thank you, Hugh, for making it so very easy 🙂

This post is part of Hugh’s Charity Christmas Topper Photo Challenge. Hugh will donate £1 to The Dogs Trust for every Christmas Tree Topper photo, up to a maximum of £250.  The challenge is open until Tuesday, January 5th, 2016, and he will publish a post on Twelfth Night, January 6th, showcasing everybody who participated in the challenge and letting us know how much we all managed to raise.

If you want to participate and help Hugh raise £250 for The Dogs Trust, here’s how:

1. Take a photo of what sits on top of your Christmas tree.
2. Create a new post on your blog entitled “Hugh’s Charity Christmas Tree Topper Challenge.”
3. Add the photo(s) you have taken to the post and tell us a little about what them.
4. Create a pingback to his original post or leave a link to your post in the comments section of his original post so that other participants can view your post.

It’s just one more wonderful way to celebrate this Blogland Community.

Happy NaNoWriMo

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I’m thousands of feet in the air as you read this, or I’m on the 4-hour drive from the Utah airport to my folks place in the high desert of Colorado. My parents don’t have internet, and even if they did, my time isn’t likely to be my own.

NaNoWriMo starts on Sunday, and I’ll spend my private nighttime minutes on a cot behind the sofa, cranking out a smattering of paragraphs. I expect a slow start and will make up the time when I return. For me, it’s better to just accept it, take a deep breath, and let the week unfold.

The point of this post is to graciously advise my friends in blog-land that my November presence will be intermittent.  I’ve preplanned posts for once a week. My reward for achieving my word-count goals will be some luxurious browsing of your blogs, but I know I’m going to miss many wonderful posts. For that, I pre-apologize and send everyone gigantic virtual hugs.

Oh, And Happy Halloween! Some pics that still make me laugh.

My daughter at age 2. Mother of the Overlord.

My daughter at age 2. Mother of the Overlord. She dressed herself and walked in to show me.

The Overlord as Yoda. (Wearing a costume for a dog). Ha ha!

The Overlord as Yoda. (In a costume for a dog). Ha ha! The woman behind him had blue clown hair 30 yrs ago.

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Have a wonderful weekend!

The Socerer’s Garden #Free on #Kindle

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I want to thank each reader who graciously supported me by purchasing the book, despite knowing that at some point it would likely pop up as a freebie for a few days. The gesture is lovingly appreciated for all it signifies.

Each review is a gift and results in a spontaneous happy dance. Somewhere, someone is taking the time to gather thoughts, click over to Amazon, and share an opinion with other readers. Here’s what a few reviewers are saying:

Interesting Fantasy Read!
“The Sorcerer’s Garden” by D. Wallace Peach is a truly unique and interesting read. The story seems ordinary at first but quickly takes an epic fantasy turn. The main character is a 28-year-old named Madlyn who is not having the greatest luck with her relationships or her career. By chance, she gets a new job that involves reading to a man who is in a vegetative state. Madlyn thinks the job will be boring and mundane but it turns into so much more as Madlyn is literally sucked into the book that she’s reading the man. She appears as a princess in the story and faces off against others that she knows in real life. The author then takes readers on an unforgettable back-and-forth journey between “real life” Madlyn and the Madlyn in the storybook.

I find it very hard to describe “The Sorcerer’s Garden” because of the back-and-forth and unique storyline but would recommend it to fantasy and adventure genre fans. The author does a good job creating a world of interesting characters and not only showing them in one setting, such as the real world but also in the book setting that the main character is reading. I look forward to reading more from D. Wallace Peach after reading this book.


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” I think the way this book combined fantasy and reality was really masterful, and the character and story development were especially good. I hope to read more such novels from this author in the future.”

A Tangled Tale of Modern and Medieval Life
“You need your wits about you keep with the plot twists in this unusual fantasy.”

Many thanks!

 

Christmas Grotto 2015 – Books – Sunwielder by D. Wallace Peach.

Time for a bit of holiday shopping? Visit Sally’s Christmas Grotto to check out Sunwielder and an array of other books by talented authors. There’s something for everyone on your list and more to come. Thanks so much, Sally, for spreading the word. Many hugs and smiles coming your way.

Freeing the Dragons of the Lair

The cell’s iron door swung open, heavy and groaning on tired hinges. Adaryn paused in the broad aisle, blood racing, hands slick with sweat. The reek of foul hung thick in the heat, burning his nose. At the aisle’s end, chains clanked as the winch turned. Massive stable doors rumbled open, welcoming the remaining rays of day and hot breath of summer wind. The hooded dragon swung its tufted head toward the sunlight spearing the stale air. It pulled against battered shackles, swaying with the low thrum and hum of the song that echoed in Adaryn’s chest.

Across the aisle, Hedd and his grandson, Cadan, skyriders of the old Way, stood with eyes gazing inward, calling the dragon down in Belonging. They opened their souls, beckoning the creature into their blood, bones, and heart, their breath filling the dragon’s spaces.

This was Adaryn’s dragon; at least, in his mind it was. It towered over him, lustrous scales the emerald of dragonflies, onyx wings black as midnight. This dragon once brushed the sky with beauty and flew into myth, a copper ring clutched in its talons. A creature of the unfurling world, it arced with a swallow’s grace and hovered with falcons over wildflower meadows. As a rider of the lair, he had flown on this dragon’s back, harnessed its power, and mastered its will. And he would be the rider to finally set it free.

His opportunity arrived. Adaryn wiped the sweat from his forehead with a sleeve, and drawing a breath, released the tension gripping his chest. He took an irresistible, however unwise, risk and entered the cell.

Reaching up, he unclipped all but one of the braided tethers that strapped the hood to the dragon’s head, letting them slip to the stinking foul on the floor. Smooth scale shimmered before his eyes. Sinew flexed, muscle rippling with every sway, breath steaming above his head. The desire to touch it undeniable, his hand rose to the neck’s soft scale. Cautious fingers slid down to the base of the throat where a steel spine had carved its flesh, drawing blood and scarring, not so long ago.

At his touch, the dragon’s song silenced. Muscles tensed beneath his fingertips. Talons extended and curled, scraping the stone floor. Its long tail flicked, rattling the iron bars. The skyriders shifted, and Hedd’s eyes captured his in warning. Adaryn let his hand fall and knelt by the forelegs, unchaining one, then the other. Slowly and with care, he removed pins and slid the bolts free that held the manacles tightly bound.

His body pressed to the black bars, he sidled toward the rear of the cell. He yearned to slide his fingers along the webbed wing, touch the hollow bones, the sleekness of the skin that caught the air. Yet he resisted the impulse. With one rear leg unchained, he stepped carefully over the slender tail to release the second. He slipped back toward the cell’s door and there grasped the one loose tether left hanging from the dragon’s hood. As he stepped into the aisle, he pulled, and the hood fell free.

The dragon’s fiery eyes, splinters of gold, fell on the gaping doors as if the stream of light had harnessed all the sun’s brightness. Adaryn stumbled back against the bars, an arm raised to shield his face as the dragon reared. The giant body turned into the aisle, moving beyond the two skyriders who stood as still as the gray stone.

As the dragon spread its cramped wings, Adaryn felt his own heart swell, his body vibrating. Black webbing unfurled, filling the lair like a moonless night, stretching outward into the world with the dragon’s song. Thunderous wings drummed the air, fanning the heat as the creature rose from the stable floor, casting dust and dirt to the face of the man who embraced the freedom of its flight. The dragon soared through the gaping doors into the failing light.

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Through a fluke of timing, this poor little trilogy entered the world the same week as The Sorcerer’s Garden and is feeling neglected.  It was time for a little tender loving care. Thanks for reading!

Available on Amazon: Eye of Fire, The Dragon Soul Trilogy, Book One

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