Crazy Annie & the Shadow Dance (Prologue)


“Tell me the story, Nonny. Please?”

“Which story is that, Lilly-pop?”

“You know the one, Nonny…Once upon a time…”

Once upon a time, as these stories so often begin, there lived a king and queen in a beautiful palace in the great woods. The queen was regal, and she was known throughout the land for her kindness and warmth. She never uttered a cross word to a soul, and a few remarked that she was a living saint. Many people requested an audience with her just to spend an hour in her presence, for they always departed with a feeling in their hearts not unlike the fresh sweetness of the air after a gentle spring rain.

In the minds of his subjects, the king was a mountain. Tall, bold, and immovable in his resolve, he ruled with a fist of iron. His temperament seemed the perfect balance to the queen’s gentle manner. They met in the faraway land of the queen’s birth when the king, then a headstrong prince, was serving in his father’s army. The young king-to-be arranged for his lovely bride to travel to his palace that summer, where they would be married and begin their happily-ever-after. Their kingdom was built upon the eternal principles– strength, discipline, duty, and dignity. The king was certain that without firm leadership and unceasing vigilance, the forces of evil would overcome the kingdom, and all within it, from destruction and disorder. In matters of law and order, disobedience was a graver matter to the king.

The king envisioned a lineage of great honor when he set out with his new bride so many years ago. All the great leaders of the world would come from his family, from his lineage. When the queen announced she was carrying his first heir, the king was overjoyed. A daughter was born first. There followed many sons. The king personally instructed each son in the requirements of royalty– honor, duty, courage. He was sure his sons would carry on the kingdom, and his own values, until the end of history. Happily ever after seemed a certainty.

The daughter did not receive the same instruction as her brothers. She learned of the domestic arts and the value of service to others. She often followed the boys on their adventures, wandering off in search of small animals, wildflowers, and fairy-folk, while the brothers built tree-forts, hunted rabbits, or caught frogs in the pond. The royal children passed many warm summer afternoons vanquishing imaginary brigands and dragons.

“Your duty will be to serve your husband, when the time comes,” the king advised his daughter, shaking his head in consternation at the smears of dirt and grass on her dress, face, and hands. “In the meantime, look to your studies. I’ll not tolerate any laziness.”

On the eve of her 18th birthday, the daughter of the king disappeared. The entire household, from the kitchen maids to the palace guards, searched the house, high and low, for any sign of the missing girl. The search went on for several days. The queen took to her bed, overcome with grief.

The king, in his practical wisdom, decided that the willful child left of her own accord and ordered the household to resume their customary routine. If she returned, she would be called to answer for this disturbance in the affairs of state. Nothing further was said on the matter.

NaNoWriMo–50k words or bust!

NaNoWriMo– Are You Crazy?


The following is an excerpt of my novel, “Crazy Annie & the Shadow Dance.”  A work-in-progress for far too long now, I’m challenging myself to really write my Great American Novel this month: National Novel Writing Month, November 2011– the challenge: 50,000 words in 30 days…God willing & the creek don’t rise…

Annie lived in a small cottage in a little clearing at the edge of a vast, dark forest. When she would travel to town for supplies, the townspeople, in whispered tones, called her Crazy Annie as they talked about her strange daily goings-on (as if any of them really knew). The children, being children, called her Crazy Annie to her face or behind her back, loudly enough for everyone to hear. At least they were open with their disrespect. Annie felt a little consolation in knowing that kids are stupid in that way.

The low stone wall which stood between her little clearing and the vast, dark forest was there more to keep her from wandering too far from her small cottage than to keep out any intruder. Hardly anyone ever ventured this far from town, so near to the vast, dark forest, so she rarely had visitors. When travelers happened by, Annie did her best to welcome them to her little clearing. She very much enjoyed sharing conversation, steamy pots of tea, homemade vegetable soup, gingerbread, and olallieberry-chocolate cordials, which she herself made from the berries in her little clearing every Summer.

Annie never learned how to climb the low stone wall, though it stood no higher than the bow of the apron tied round her waist. She had no idea what lived in the forest beyond it. Annie was happy to feed the forest creatures who came near enough, and they sometimes brought her gifts of wildflowers and honeycomb, but she never, ever explored the world behind her backyard. When she left her cottage, she went to town for supplies and returned directly home. The forest was as familiar to her as her small cottage in her little clearing. So familiar, indeed, that Annie was about as interested in exploring the vast, dark forest as she was in picking apart the walls of her small cottage to see what the place was made of. She was quite content to fill her bucket with soapy water every morning and dutifully wash the large grey stones in the low stone wall, which kept her from wandering too far from the little cottage in the little clearing on the edge of the vast, dark forest.

Annie knew the forest was there, of course. She threw her rubbish there, just over the low stone wall. She wondered sometimes where the rubbish ended up,(were there Rubbish Fairies?) but didn’t trouble herself over it very often or for very long. She decided that the animals, being resourceful enough to live in the forest, probably found plenty of uses for everything.

Anyway, as long as there was no mess and no smell, Annie didn’t particularly care what happened on the other side of the wall.

A Tebby’s Tale


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