The Word Eater
The Spelkin was the last of his kind, and there was nothing he loved more then to devour a huge breakfast of delicious, stolen words. These words slid down his throat and tickled his huge belly.
And there was Iggy NorAnt, a young boy with dangerous missile freckles. Together, they’d be responsible for the first Library, but it certainly wasn’t an easy adventure.
A fantasy plus poems.