The Wee Granny bag is like the magic bag of Doraemon.

Instead of futuristic gadget, she got a telephone box and a oven in her bag. 

James did a wonderful job telling the story. He could make a donkey sound too.

Watch it and read it. 

A wonderful friend created a book trailer for me. What do you think?

After Charley dies in her office chair, how is it that she finds herself propelled into the mysterious world of Avalon?

Upon encountering an essence, which insists is her daughter -- the one she knows she left behind -- insanity battles with fear inside her mind.

The further she delves, the more puzzling things appear, especially after she rises into the Orb of Caprice -- a realm of fairies, talking flowers and goblins...and something else, something that lurks in the shadows ready to swallow her whole.

Can she realise in time what it is she must do...or has she left it too late?

Gone is a story inspired by a true event.

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#amwriting 20K+ on Dark Victorian: ICE DEMON. I think I'm down to the last 1/4 needing filling. *,.,* Been everywhere on the webs figuring out simple, elegant ways to have explosions. Sulphuric ether in mechanical refrigeration. An acetylene gas generator for roasting mutton. We rock the frozen Thames with one boom!

I'll feel sorry when this story wraps, despite that it's about ships (I get seasick, and ships are rather claustrophobic), freezing temps, rather grisly death, and more freezing temps. I've only seen real snow once or twice in my life--the sort that builds up and is everywhere? Ho, that's cold! Therefore I'll probably be the person who could survive it for perhaps 5 seconds. I gave London an ice age for this story, it was the only way to ice over the Thames.

I guess I really enjoy this story because it's very much a penny dread, with just that bit of (Stoker) Gothic and classic X-files with some Thing From Another World homage. I included nifty, beautiful things whilst our heroes, Artifice, Jim, and Delphia pursue why people are shattering into porcelain pieces. "Diamond dust", for example. As shown in the video above.

BEfore it's all done: more fighting and getting elements to tie together. This might be the last of the research because that placeholder in the story that I wrote simply as 'explosion' is now covered, yes? The end is already writ. Then, when I'm really done, it'll be off to the beta-reader, then back to me, then off to the editor, and then back to me . . .