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Valentines In FairylandThe fairy king’s mocha cheeks glowed with splendid roseValentines In Fairyland by Rightfield
As he tried to Geta grip upon his tippy toes
A woman dressed in sari surveyed him with disdain
Amusement or judgment; sarcasm in that vein
He tried to give her something. Her face became snide
And so he looked confused tilting his head to the side
Proffering his neatly wrapped giri gift much farther
“HA! Don’t be silly” sniffed unkindly Sara
Valentines in Fairyland - Otherworldly love
Reddest wine and feasts en grand - Consummate thereof
Gallant spine in command - Battle without shield
If passionate claret wants to be your devout yield
The vampire teen expressed his feelings for the maiden prince
But he is inexperienced and so she mildly winced
Reaching up to play with his lonely white hair strand
Her firm fingers soon joined his youthful hand
Taking it into her own she softly said “Oh Victor”
Then gently went to his ear so she could whisper
He stepped back: looked embarrassed and spotlit
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I'm a comic fantasy YA author. I like cartoons and books and games and stuff!
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My debut novel, Eggs, Butter, Sugar and Disaster came out on the 22nd October 2011. My second book, Miss Prince, was published on 14th May 2014. The Map is the Treasure and Vampires Don't Belong in Fairyland were published in Feb/April 2016.
Vampires Don't Belong in Fairytales, my webcomic, runs alongside the books.
I'm working on the fourth book in the Vampires Don't Belong in Fairytales book series and also a prequel to Vampires Don't Belong in Fairyland.
Tyrian sat in the kitchens as the staff prepared dinner, his elbows on the table and his face in his hands.
“What did you do?” asked Barbara, stopping as she reached the table.
“Scarred my new fool for life, I think,” he replied. “I mean he took it rather well, but you should have seen him.”
“What did you do?” Barbara asked him again.
“I took him with me to see Harpy Queen Selena,” he said. “She was . . . aggressive. I told her off, and she attempted to reconcile with him, but I fear the damage is done. The phrase 'to devour with one's eyes' was never so apt.”
“Did he run screaming from the palace as soon as you got back?” Barbara asked.
“No. He's taking a nap in one of the guest rooms,” Tyrian replied. “And he's having dinner with me shortly.”
“He's probably okay then,” Barbara said. “If I'd left just because a few fairies tried to eat me I'd be long gone.”
“I did insinuate you were gonna eat him before he walked into the throne room and he still took the job,” Aurelia chipped in, as she walked down the stairs. “He's probably tougher than you think. He did make it here without magic. You just want him to be a frail, little, blonde cherry blossom.”
“I want to have not terrified him out of his wits on his second day,” Tyrian complained. “Anyway where did you get that idea?”
“I've read all your novels, by which I mean the ones you don't put in the library,” Aurelia replied, giving him a self satisfied smile. “Also I've known you since you were nine.”
“He does seem like your type,” Barbara admitted.
“Who's his type?” Louis joined them at the table, shoving his spear in a gap between the cupboards.
“Louis, I told you not to bring your spear down here on breaks,” Babs scolded him.
“You keep telling me and I keep doing it, so looks to me like neither of us is a good learner,” he replied. “Is lunch ready yet? And who's your type?”
“No-one's my type,” Tyrian complained.
“The new guy,” Aurelia said.
“Tch, I could have told you that,” Louis tutted, leaning his face on his hand. “You like little, blonde snowflakes don't you?”
“Cherry blossom, the analogy we're going with is cherry blossom,” Aurelia said.
“Snowflakes, cherry blossoms, neither of 'em lasts very long,” Louis observed.
“Yes, that is the problem,” Tyrian said.
“So you do like him then?” Aurelia grinned at him.
“You know, I could just order you all to shut up.” Tyrian sulked, crossing his arms and pouting.
“But then kitchen breaks would be really boring,” Louis pointed out, snickering. “And you wouldn't come down here if they were boring.” Tyrian sighed.
“True. You have got me there.”
“. . .So you gonna go after the new guy or what?” Louis asked.
“I'm not going to do anything!” Tyrian protested. “He only got here the day before yesterday! You're all acting like I've got some long unrequited love to sort out.”
“That's a long time in fairy love terms,” Barbara remarked, laughing. “I have to say, I'm glad what I told you about human relationships sunk in. I was worried.”
“Et tu, Babs?” he said, in mock hurt tones. “But seriously, I am done talking about this. If there's not a topic change in the next ten seconds I swear I'm firing the lot of you.”
Sara led Lucinda down an odd corridor full of doors. That is, even more full of doors than corridors usually are. It was more door than wall, and it seemed to go on and on. Sara stopped abruptly.
“I thought I'd start you off with something simple,” she announced. “So today you're going to fight a dragon. Just remember not to get married,” she added sternly, opening the door.~ from Miss Prince
Walking through the wood once more, Joshua hummed quietly to himself. His mind was on nothing but a sit down and a bit of supper. The wind was getting up and it howled through the trees causing quite a racket. He fancied that the rattling of the branches sounded like faint hoof beats. The sound persisted and became clearer
. . . he really was hearing hoof beats! He looked around to see where the noise was coming from. Over the rustling of the leaves, it was hard to tell. They seemed to be coming from everywhere. The light was fading fast; it was dusk, one of the times the Good Folk were said to pass through. The worries of this morning flooded back. Combined with the wind and the hoof beats he couldn't quite locate, the certainty formed itself into a knot in his stomach. He was going to have a run in with the fairies. A horse came galloping down the road, stopping and rearing up before him. He flung his arms over his head. The horse didn't strike him, but after the thud of it landing there was a click, and he removed an arm to see what it was. There was a gun pointed at his head.
“Hands in the air, rich boy,” the highwayman demanded. Joshua sagged with relief.
“Oh thank goodness!” he said, putting his hands up. “I'm just being robbed.”~ from The Map is the Treasure
Fairies didn't mess about when it came to naming things. They were the sort of people who called a spade a spade, although admittedly some of them called it a shovel. But when they named something, they named it well. The country was full of places called 'The Cave of Doom' or 'The Fountain of Death'. The Dark Forest was just such an aptly named place. Largely coniferous, the towering pine trees blocked out most of the sunlight. The persistent drizzle was adding to the murk. All kinds of nasty beasties lived in here, and like the majority of the populace, they were magical. Fairyland had a mana spring beneath it, which caused the evolution of all kinds of unusual flora and fauna, most of it dangerous. Fairies could handle such things easily as long as they kept their wits about them. The most dangerous thing a fairy could encounter was another fairy . . .
~ from Vampires Don't Belong in Fairyland