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Wednesday, October 31, 2018

Happy Halloween! It's time to Travel Back to Creepy Hollow! Surprise After Surprise Awaits!


Nikki, Jack, Catman and The Sapphire Wand




Once Upon a Time in Creepy Hollow



Evila


Evila had maintained her beauty and looks 
by taking from those that were captured by
faithful followers--the two most employed
were Mutanto and Howler. There were others
she had as slaves, who she had changed into 
wolves...and then complained about their smell.
Nobody, really could please this evil woman.

But she had realized that those who fed her
were growing weak... She had her eye on a 
small child who was known to be blessed
with a gift of immense value and had sent  
for the child to be kidnapped-- the child of 
Ghoulina and Wishbone!

As in the first book, the
characters drive the
story because of their 
particular magic skills.
As Halloween draws near, 
Nikki has another
birthday! 
She is now 13 and she has
changed! When she once again meets Ghoulina,
 they will  stand side by
 side using their magic skills.











Once Upon a time in Creepy Hollow, all was beautiful, bright and full of nature's blessings.but a power-hungry evil woman had destroyed everything, taking for her own use any and all magic that had once lived and nourished Creepy Hollow.  Her name was Queen Evila....

She was so evil that she went after every bit of magic that she could find, including going through the Gate to find those she could use for her own evil desires... From the beginning of the book until the end, she worked to destroy and, like a vampire, feed on the magic of her world's occupants... Nobody was safe...
Mutanto and Howler

The huge monster who looked like Frankenstein stepped forward. “Don’t hurt them,” he told the Wolfmen in a gruff and sinister-sounding voice. “Queen Evila doesn’t want them harmed. Take them through the Gate.”
~~~


The Power of the Sapphire Wand  



By Erica M. Szabo
and Joe Bonadonna


All Artwork by Erika
The following magnificent painting is my favorite!


Wishbone, Ghoulina and Baby Ava!


Watching Tattler turn a corner and disappear from sight, Wishbone shook his head. He didn’t like nor trust him because he was not only a troublemaker but a known thief, as well. 
Wishbone went back to work but a short while later he heard his daughter, Ava, crying, and before he could put his rake down, the baby’s cry turned into a loud scream. The house began to shake, the windows rattled, and even the flowers trembled. The neighbors’ dogs began to howl, cats screeched, and flocks of startled birds flew from the trees. '
Dropping his rake to the ground, Wishbone ran for the back door and into the house. Inside the cottage, pictures and paintings swung back and forth, bouncing off the walls. Dishes clattered in the china cabinet and crashed to the floor. The walls trembled and floorboards vibrated under his feet. As Wishbone raced towards the nursery, suddenly the baby’s screams stopped and the house stopped shaking. Wishbone stepped into the nursery, which was painted pink and black, and saw Ghoulina sitting in the rocking chair and cuddling their beautiful baby in her arms. 
“Hannah, what happened this time?” Wishbone asked, wiping sweat from his brow. 
Ghoulina, dressed in a black and purple gown, and wearing blue lipstick, smiled at her husband. “Ava saw a snake on the window sill and it frightened her,” she explained.
“What? A snake? Where is it now?” Wishbone asked with great concern.
“Oh, I grabbed it and threw it out the window as far away as I could,” Ghoulina replied. 
Wishbone sighed and leaned back against a wall. “Wow, Ava’s magic is already powerful.” 
“She’s coming into her magic far too early and she’s too young to understand or control it, Bob,” said Ghoulina. The young parents realized that their daughter had a rare magical gift called Vocalocity, the ability to use her voice as a sonic weapon, even when the baby was only a few days old. Whenever baby Ava cried because she was hungry or needed her diaper changed, her voice sent out a gentle ripple of vibrations. 
But when she was angry or frightened, her voice became very loud and powerful. Wishbone and Ghoulina were the only ones who could quiet her, which made finding a babysitter nearly impossible. And only Wishbone and Ghoulina were immune from the power of Ava’s Vocalocity...

Only Queen Evila and her most faithful servants knew that the gossip of Springdale, Tattler, was a shapeshifter. Turning himself into a serpent was his only power, his only magical talent. But unlike the Wolfmen, who were also shapeshifters and chose to stay in wolf form, Tattler had no desire to remain a serpent permanently. He had bigger dreams than that.

“What you have heard is true, Your Majesty,” Tattler said. “The baby possesses magic that has not been seen in Creepy Hollow for more than a hundred years. She is strong and powerful, and she could be very useful to you.” 
“Excellent!” said Evila. “How shall it be done? What do you suggest?”
~~~


It was time! No longer could evil prevail in Creepy Hollow! And with that declaration, Queen Leandra. the real queen, came back to lead the fight! 

From every place, they all came to fight--from those towns which were the new targets of Queen Evila... From those places that had once been destroyed and were now being renewed through magic provided by Queen Leandra, the Princess, her daughter, and all that we now call friends! Of course, Catman was there to help. But most exciting, were the wild horses who came! They took the first advance in the great battle that was to be fought...

But their story deserves a spotlight, because the two leaders, a mare and stallion, had just had a colt... And Jack, who was brave and strong, but had no magic, all of the sudden, was discovered to be able to talk to animals! Very Cool! So, on the way to where they would fight, Jack held Champ, who he had been permitted to name, and taught him words, since he was not yet talking... Another new character deserves a mention-- He is a little dragon, whose parents were killed by Grim Witch, which is really "Queen Evila's name." Soon Jack thought of a perfect name for him--Sparky--and you'll love reading how his name was earned...

I have to admit, I fell in love with every word and character that is in this second book! The story is really amazing and the way everything was weaved together, sharing surprise after surprise is quite extraordinary. Sure, get it as a gift for your children and young adults...but do plan on reading this exceptional book yourself! 


A special thanks to Erika Szabo for sharing much of her artwork of the characters, to be used on my blog...but there are still others, like Moira, who were treated cruelly by Evila, and who helped--this time in a big way--to finally rid their home of evil...

In this time of chaos in America, I couldn't help but wish that Queen Leandra and her family and friends were heading our way to drive away hate, separation, destruction, and sorrow from our land. I do know, that reading this story has been a wonderful experience--full of tragedy, yet climaxing in victory through all different types of living beings coming together in love and support.

Kudos to Erika and Joe for creating an imaginative and inspiring story suitable for all ages, starting with the middle grades and above, being able to read on their own. I told Joe Bonadonna that I noticed that there are other towns and locations on the map of Creepy Hollow... so I'm hoping for more books...We need children's books that are exciting, at the same time they have a moral to the story, don't you think? These are centered on Halloween, but not scary in anyway...and fun reading for anytime.  My mind keeps telling me that this is a must-read for many reasons...so that's my recommendation for this one!


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Erika lives in New York and when her daughter moved out of the family nest, she started writing. Erika writes magical realism, fantasy novels as well as fun, educational and bilingual books for children 2-14 about acceptance, friendship, family, and moral values such as accepting people with disabilities, dealing with bullies, and not judging others before getting to know them.









I write Heroic Fantasy, Space Opera, Sword & Planet Sci-Fi, Sword and Sorcery Fantasy, Horror, and Children's Books. Here's a little bit more about me.

MAD SHADOWS: THE WEIRD TALES OF DORGO THE DOWSER, is my first novel, published by iUniverse. It's epic Heroic Fantasy with a film noir edge. It can be purchased from Amazon.com in both paperback, hardcover and Kindle editions. (Winner of the 2017 Golden Books Reader's Choice Award for Best Fantasy.)

THREE AGAINST THE STARS is my second novel, an old-fashioned space opera published by Airship 27 Productions. It's available now from Amazon.com, in both paperback and Kindle editions.

THE MECHMEN OF CANIS-9 is my seventh novel. This is the long-awaited sequel to my "Three Against The Stars." It's an action-packed interplanetary adventure that pays tribute to every sea- and space-faring story that inspired it. 

WATERS OF DARKNESS, co-authored with David C. Smith, (Dark Muse, Call of Shadows, Fall of the First World Trilogy), is a swashbuckling pirate adventure of swords, sorcery, and Lovecraftian horror. It's now available in both paperback and Kindle editions thru Amazon.com 

MAD SHADOWS II: DORGO THE DOWSER AND THE ORDER OF THE SERPENT, my fourth novel, has just been published. It's another Heroic Fantasy with a film noir twist, with more magic, murder, mystery and mayhem all brought to you courtesy of Dorgo the Dowser. This volume includes a greatly revised and expanded version of "The Book of Echoes," which first appeared in the Kindle anthology, "Azieran Presents Artifacts and Relics: Extreme Sword and Sorcery," published by Heathen Oracle. 

THREE GHOSTS IN A BLACK PUMPKIN is my first collaboration with acclaimed author and illustrator, Erika M Szabo. This is also my first children's book, appropriate for ages 6 - 14, and adults may enjoy it, too. This is fantasy about two cousins, Nikki and Jack, who find a talking wind chime in the shape of a silver skeleton named Wishbone Jones, and a black pumpkin in which the ghosts of the three good Wishmothers have been imprisoned. To free them, Nikki Jack travel to the magical world of Creepy Hollow, where they face all sorts of dangers and tests, and along the way, learn a few lessons about life and growing up. (Winner of the 2017 Golden Books Judge's Choice Award for Best Children's Fantasy.)

THE POWER OF THE SAPPHIRE WAND is the sequel to Erika M. Szabo's and my children's fantasy, the award-winning "Three Ghosts in a Black Pumpkin." Return with to Creepy Hollow with Nikki and Jack. Join with them and their old friends, Wishbone, Ghoulina and Catman as the race against time to save the ecology and environment of Creepy Hollow from Evila the Grim Witch and her minions, the giant Mutanto and his werewolf henchman, Howler. Find out the truth behind what really happened to Nikki's parents 12 years ago. 

THE BLOOD OF THE LION, my first sword and soul heroic fantasy tale, appears in the Sword and Soul Fantasy anthology GRIOTS 2: SISTERS OF THE SPEAR, edited by Charles Saunders and Milton Davis. Available thru Amazon.com in both paperback and Kindle editions.

For Janet Morris' long-running "Heroes in Hell series, my stories WE THE FURIOUS, and UNDERTAKER'S HOLIDAY (this one in collaboration with Shebat Legion) both appear in POETS IN HELL volume 18. My story, Hell On A Technicality, appears in Doctors in Hell, volume 19, and my story Pirates of Penance appears in Pirates in Hell, volume 20. All are available in paperback and Kindle editions. 

My story, Sinbad and the Golden Fleece, appears in the shared-world anthology, Sinbad: The New Voyages, Vol 4, published by Airship 27 Productions. Available in paperback and Kindle editions from Amazon.com.

My story, The Dragon's Horde appears in Heroika: Dragon Eaters. This is a brand-new series of all-original Heroic Fantasy tales created and edited by author Janet Morris and published by Perseid Press. Available in paperback and Kindle editions.

My collaboration with Shebat Legion, "Samuel Meant Well versus the Little Black Cloud of the Apocalypse," appears in the shared-world anthology, SHA'DAA TOYS. 

My story, Queen of Toads, along with 12 other spooky tales, appears in the Kindle Bundle Rabbit bundle-pack, HERE BE GHOSTS. 

My short story, "Queen of Toads," appears in Here Be Ghosts, a Kindle anthology of horror stories of all kinds. 

AS EDITOR: 
"Hello, My Name is Max, and I Have Autism: An Insight into the Autistic Mind," written and with drawings by Max Miller. Foreword and Afterword by his Mom, Rebecca Miller. Available from Amazon in paperback and Kindle editions.

"Being Max's Mom," by Rebecca Miller. This is Rebecca's very personal story of bringing her son, Max, into the world, of his being diagnosed with autism at the age of 4, and how she fought to do the best and find the best for her son. Available from Amazon in paperback and Kindle editions.

"Libertine: Awakenings," a wonderful psychosexual drama written by Cat Ravenelle. 

"The Kitchen Imps," and "Tales of Erana: The Warrior's Curse," by A.L. Butcher. 

"Vampire Therapy: The Chronicles of the Cat's Ass Boutique ~ Seasons and Reasons ~" by Shebat Legion, as well as her children's book, "The Fork Tree." 

"Metoo, The Annoying Little Sister," by Erika M. Szabo.

Monday, May 16, 2016

I Wonder...Why this Book Was Published...

It's not often that a book confuses me...this one, may just be the first. Note for instance, that the sub-title is "A Book for children, parents, and other grownups." We all know that adults sometimes read books to children, but that's not what this says... Indeed, the material presented is also confusing...is it all for children? Definitely not. ...some for parents, and, of course those other grownups who might pick this book up and "wonder" if they want to read it??? My thought? Don't Bother...

Note the cover for instance. While beautifully done except for the same nose for the children...it shows a complete picture within the total larger version.  My first question...I wonder why oh why that was done...

First is 14 pages of similar poems, based upon, I suppose, a child's wonder about the world. Again, the illustrations are beautifully done except for a mouse that size-

wise is 3 times the size of the cat, both of which were mentioned in the poem. 







How I wonder little mouse, safe
inside your little house,

Why you venture out for cheese

And brave the cat for what you please

How I wonder little mouse, safe
inside your little house.
~~~

Obviously a clever child will question that little tale... But that didn't bother me as much as the use of words to fit the poetry:  "blog...mater... Eating people is so rude...pollinating...agog...flagging...gnat...why you're eating cloth...off-beat...weaver (beaver)...dome...hibernating...lair...venture...elegant (elephant)... Those who hunt you are deplorable...scion (lion)...brood...Flitting...unfurled...

The issue for me was using words that seemed to be beyond the vocabulary of a child. If it had been a story and the words were further explained as a learning tool, some would have been all right; e.g., hibernating in a lair could have been clarified with sleeping in a cave, to broaden the definition, but that doesn't work with poetry that is precisely done to rhyme, with words chosen for that purpose...  I wonder, would a child know that moths eat cloth? And should we spot to a child that some people hunt elephants and kill them? And a blog, I wonder if children already know what a blog is when most adults I talk to...don't...

Next is a story called The Glow-Stones. It remains in the child's section but the boy is almost a man and leaving his home. If I were to judge myself, this story would be appropriate for early to late teens. But the printing is still in the size used for children and apparently meant as part of that section. The story is rather nice, but can you picture a teen reading "a section" of a child's storybook?

Part II is for adults and takes readers back to "I wonder," but I couldn't quite get past the idea that many thoughts in the poetry were sardonic... supposedly humorous?

How I wonder little baby; if you'll grow and be well maybe
First you're nursing then the bottle
Yell 'till parents want to throttle...

How I wonder little boy why parents think you're such a joy--
Such a winner mischief-making
Acting good but really faking...

How I wonder little girl, twisting up your little curl
Why smiling wide-eyed innocence
Thoughts are lurking you're not dense...

What is this book? It's a mish-mash of short writings by one person...Do you buy it as a child's gift, only to not want later stories read by them? Do you decide which can be read by YAs? Or do you allow all of them to read the, I guess what could be funny, humorous for some adults... As I started writing my review, I became upset that the writer did not take the time to learn about editing, writing to your audience, genres, marketing and all the other things that must be considered in producing one book...

There is nobody to whom I would recommend this entire book. 


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Thursday, November 5, 2015

One Drop of Water--Experiment - Teaching Poetry by Adolph Caso for Kids and Adults Alike!

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One Drop of Water—
Experiment

Adolph Caso


With his two early elementary-age grandsons—
Pen, paper and water dropper in hand,
The octogenarian began his planned experiment.
“Write down these words,”
He told the younger of the two,
Knowing the boy had a hard time spelling:
“EVOLUTION” he said slowly, enunciating each letter.
“What’s that?” the boy asked,
Causing derision from his older brother:
“You don’t know how to spell
But you ask what it is.”
“How else… Never mind,” the old man interrupted.
“E VO LU TI ON… Got it?”
“Yes!” he answered--his lips in derision of his older brother.
“Cut it out,” the grandfather asserted.
“Now, write these words: DUPLICATION.”
 With some difficulty, the boy began writing:
“DU PLI CA TION” his eyebrows moving up and down;
His lips full of contortions.
“Great! The grandfather said in praise.
“Now, write: REPLICATION…”
“What’s that?” The boy asked peremptorily.
“Here we go again!” the older brother exclaimed.
“RE PLI CA TION…”
The three words on paper,
The old man brought up the water dropper.


He began to carefully push droplets out
Onto a ceramic plate,
To create as large a water drop as possible.

Satisfied with its size--
Now precariously floating on the plate,
He paused to admire the expression of surprise
Beaming from each youthful face.
“Now,” the old man asked,
“What happens if I keep adding water?”
“The drop will expand and break up,”
The older brother answered without hesitation.
“So, what?” the young brother challenged;
He was always in competition to catch up.
With controlled delight, the grandfather
Slowly added the tiniest droplets
Until the single drop divided into two shiny ones.
The boys looked in wonderment.
The old man continued: “Now,” he asked,
“Is this second drop,
A duplication or a replication of the first drop?”
“DU PLI CA TION!” answered the young one,
Obstreperously, knowing he had the right answer.
“REPLICATION!” responded the older one,
In automatic contradiction--
He was also quick and self assured.
“It can only be one or the other.
Let’s see…”

Among other things,
The old man observed,
Cars are manufactured by men--

Duplicates are seen all over the place.
And, except for wearing out,
Cars remain the same,
Regardless of their editions.
In the end, they disappear--
Recycled to metal, or abandoned to rust,
Unlike living things, which turn into dust…
“Did you just create a couplet?”
The older boy asked--his eyes semi shut.
“We don’t do that kind of poetry around here...”

“So, what about ‘re pli…’”
The young one asked,
His eyes focusing on the written word
He was trying to pronounce.
Replication?” interrupted his brother.
“Yes, replication!” added the grandfather.
“This may be harder to understand;
We need to consider something else.
Please, let me continue:

Both of you have a single mother and father;
You are brothers—almost six and eight years old.
I am eighty two.
How did we get to these stages—to this point?...”
“I know!” interrupted the older brother:
“Through Re pli ca tion!” he said--a smirk on his face,
While over-emphasizing the syllables.
“I knew that,” interjected the young one--
Not to be outdone.
“Ya, what’s its meaning?” the quick challenge
From the older brother, puckering his lips.
“Never mind!” ordered the grandfather.
“Everywhere, we see duplicate cars,
He continued.
“But nowhere, do we see duplicates of ourselves.
Yet, from the time we are born
To the time we…” he said,
Looking to his young grandson for the answer...
“Die—you die!…” the boy yelled, jumping up.
“Yes,” the old man confirmed,
“Until we die, we go through
A process which we call?...”
RE PLI CA TION!”yelled the young one,
A gleam in his eye.
The older one quickly added:
“It tells us how we came here.”
“Not necessarily why we came to be,
Or how we grow up,”
The old man added.
“So? The grandfather asked,
More to cool the two down.
“What’s the answer?”
He asked the young one.
“I don’t know,” the boy answered,
His eyes closing,
Prompting a rejoinder from his brother:
“You finally said something smart.”
“Thanks!” he answered with sarcasm.
“Never mind,” the old man admonished.

Write down this word:
Evolvement.”
“What’s that?” the boy asked.
“Here we go again”, rejoined the older brother.
E VOL VE MENT, Evolvement,” the old man reiterated.
“It has to do with how we grow
And still remain who we are, as continuous…?
“Continuous?” Interrupted the little one.
“That’s got nothing to do with it,”
The older brother objected loudly.
“He’s right on target,” the grandfather answered.
“We replicate, meaning,
We derive from our parents,
Who derive from their parents.
“One of whom is?” The grandfather asked...
“You!” yelled the little one.

“Evolvement, therefore, allows each of us
To grow physically and mentally
Through the many phases of our lives,
According to our DNA molecules…”
“hh…What’s that?” The young one shouted.
“Look it up. You know how to google,”
The grandfather ordered,
His eyes toward the older boy.
“It is the formula
That gives each of us our distinct character.”
“I see,” added his young grandson:
“Like each drop of water...”
“And, remember,
No two drops of water are the same,”
 “Ya,” added the older boy,
“Just like two snow flakes…”
The older said, proud of his counterpoint.

Their grandfather quickly reminded them:
“Now to the last part of our experiment.
Re-write the word, Evolution.”
EVOLUTION,” the young boy repeated,
Triumphantly showing the word on the page--
Purposefully mocking his older brother
By extending his puckered lips.
“See,” the grandfather commented,
“He’s even learned how to spell…”

“Who’s the father of Evolution?...”
“Darwin!” the older boy answered--
He had learned about Evolution in school.
“So, the grandfather asked,
“Where does Evolution come in?
As duplication, replication, or, evolvement?
RE PLI CA TION!” the young one yelled
His voice still unsure of its pronunciation,
But before his older brother could respond.
“Of course not,” the brother said in a high voice.
“Explain yourself!” the old man challenged.
Evolution is possible only with man-made things,
Because we can produces duplicates
Like the cars we’ve talked about.
On the other hand,”
He continued with gratuitous eloquence,
“My brother and I are replications--
Which is what happens in nature…
With all organisms, which replicate themselves.”
“So,” interrupted the grandfather,
“Is Darwin with his Evolution right or wrong?”
“According to your presentation;
Darwin is wrong,” he answered smugly.
“So, who is right and who is wrong?”
“His followers are wrong,”
Deduced the older boy, a smile on his face
To ingratiate his receptive grandfather.

“I don’t understand,” the young one injected,
Annoyed and slightly frustrated.
He had had enough:
“Maybe, we should play a game of Scopa,”
He suggested, now that he had learned how to play.
“Go get the cards,” the grandfather ordered,
A big smile on his face.
“Oh,” he added, we have two more words:
Adaptation and Survival of the…”
The grandfather nudged the older boy.
“…Fittest,” he yelled gloriously.
“Go ahead, deal the cards,” he said to his brother,
Knowing what the answer would be.
“I don’t know how,”
His younger brother admitted,
His arms extending out, in slight exasperation.

~~~

Grandfather Adolfo...



Teaching Experiments with Kids...
Like his Poetry Adolfo would also Teach the Water Walking Experiment

Me...I'd do the Marshmallow experiment...

What experiments have you used to teach your children?