Song of Sorcery (Songs from the Seashell Archives, Book 1)
Elizabeth Ann Scarborough
Language: English
Pages: 188
ISBN: 0553245546
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
eISBN-13: 978-1-4804-9723-8
Elizabeth Ann Scarborough's Song of Sorcery is another light-hearted contemporary fantasy adventure which will please the author's many fans. Colin Songsmith sings a song to an old witch who takes an unlikely revenge. The witch's granddaughter rescues him from the dire threat of being eaten alive by the cat. She hears the song, which happens to concern her recently married sister and a gypsy. Convinced that she has to save her sister, she takes the minstrel, the cat and her magical resources to Rowan Castle. The story is rich with descriptive details of setting and encounters with magical and fantastic creatures such as a talking cat, a lovesick dragon, and a bear prince. The characters speak in contemporary slang which plays nicely against the traditional fantastic settings.
Winnie’s a bit like him. She makes you feel good—as if you’re very important to her. Of course, I know I am—we’ve always been friends since we were babies. But she makes everybody feel that way.” Colin appeared skeptical of such boundless grace. Maggie continued, determined that he should understand. “Many’s the time when I was small I was teased by the other kids because I’m different, being a witch, and dark, and all. Gran couldn’t turn every child in the village into something animalistic—the
hollered the gypsy, flashing one more dazzling grin as he was dragged off. Colin sighed to notice that the gypsy didn’t allow himself to be dragged for long, but neatly turned the situation by catching up with the girl in two strides and encircling her waist with his arm. Colin shook his head slowly, and walked back toward where he had left his horse. “Psst! You, Blondie!” He thought at first from the language that Ching had followed, finally deciding to talk to him. “What?” he asked, looking
head. “A very great one. He could convince a tuna to take up tree climbing, if a tuna wasn’t a sea creature.” “It doesn’t work on sea creatures then?” “Only me,” she said ruefully. “But really no. It’s something to do with us swimming in the salt sea all the time. It’s salt that confounds him, I think.” “Thank you very much, Lorelei,” Colin said slowly. “You’ve been a great help. Now could you show me how to find him.” “We’ll have to swim, of course,” she said. Colin found the prospect
be fine.” “I wouldn’t be so fine, though, if something should happen to you while I’m supposed to be with you, and your father found me elsewhere. I’ll accompany you, as arranged, milady.” “At least stop calling me ‘milady’, then. My sister is the lady in the family, whatever your songs say to the contrary. I was born into what you might call the unauthorized distaff branch of the family. Dad didn’t marry my mother until I was two. Maggie Brown, apprentice witch, is my entire noble title. A
help,” she reminded him. “It doesn’t matter.” “It’s just that it’s so everlastingly dull up there, Colin, with the winters so long and everyone at me to do this and that.” “Well,” Colin said slyly. “You’ll have help with all that at least.” “He’s a bit small. We can’t even talk together yet.” “But we can, dear Maggie,” said a familiar voice in the back of her mind. “Moonshine?” she asked. Colin smiled. “He’s been waiting here outside the rowan trees for six months, ever since he followed