Tales From Under The Lightning Tree!

Two new stories published today at a pretty good price, too! Details are as below:

Beneath the Eaves of the lightning tree sits Old Mother; waiting. When the cold ground thaws and brings the rain that sets the grasses hissing and the twisting shoots bursting from the earth still she sits and listens for each approaching dawn and the promise of fresh life and the children of the earth that it will bring.
As the ground grows warmer and the days longer she sits beneath the branches of the tree that shall always be hers she hides from the rays of the warming sun, dozing amongst the droning insects and the twittering birds that come to watch her; and they too wait.
As the leaves begin to fall and rustle and play at her feet she hardly seems to notice the wind tugging at her shawl at all. Nor does she pay heed when the birds begin to disappear and the creatures of the wood at the edge of which she sits begin to squirrel away their food, expecting any day now the cold winds to blow from the north.
When the snow falls and the air is crisp and still, the days short and the stars at night so bright still she sits in the moonlight, frozen crystals of ice and snow in her hair reflecting the light of the weak sun later after a thin dawn has broken, but the chill in the air has not. Still through cold day and colder night she watches, and waits for those that will come, they that take leave to ask things of her.

So it is with the Artisan Cook, who approaches Old Mother for her help one sunny spring morning. Sal is a woman who feels that the King has been beguiled by a foreign cook, Shar-i, who creates tasting menus with inspiring titles such as, “The Lettuce that saw a slug” and the like, and Sal is not impressed. Sal is more a meat and two veg kind of cook, and so she seeks help from Old Mother to set the King back on the straight and narrow. Yet things do not always head in the direction that you intend them to…

So it is too with the minstrel Absolom, who feels that the old songs on which he had made his name are no longer in fashion and are replaced by piecemeal lesser tunes that are no more than shouting in time with a drum, containing hardly any tune at all. A new lute would set things right he feels, and who else to ask but Old Mother, for she will charge no pennies for a new instrument. Yet as the minstrel will shortly find, the wood may exact a much higher price than mere pennies… a much higher price indeed…

There are four stories that make up the collection, “Tales From Under the Lightning Tree”. They  are:

Spring: The Artisan Cook’s Tale

Summer: The Minstrel’s Tale

Autumn: The Miller’s Tale

Winter: The Gravedigger’s Tale

They are available to purchase separately or as a complete collection of all four stories. They can be read stand-alone and in any order that takes your fancy. The final two stories will be published shortly. As usual, enjoy!






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