The Tump Trilogy
Blue House South Facing
Zechariah the Great with a mutant hoard, would rid the world of Tall Ones, but Francis Darkling has other plans for them. Tump shall rise--all power shall be theirs. The Hargolin Queen and the Keeper of Rope will descend to the beginning of time. Great Mydor will be no more.
The Tump Trilogy
The Travellers' Tale
Beneath the surface world lies a most miraculous place--a secret, beauteous place of safety from which to go forth, traversing the winds of time. Soon. the four will become seven, and yet, One. The Tree has awakened, to ring in great changes. Giants sleep in their tomb of ice, but their long slumbering will end.
'Charles, calling Earth.
'I know you're out there ... come in please.
'Vern! Vern! Do you hear me dude? Come back? Get back to me good buddy, Vern!
'Charles—stop with the swearing! Desist! Immediately young man!'
'This walkie-talkie of Vern's is crap—it won't send—it won't receive—it's dead!'
'That's no excuse!
'Get that homework done!'
There are three things I know. The first of them is that Mabus is not the name of God. The second is that I am Joan. Just that, Joan. A part of me rebels though, and in splitting away from the rest, that part knows itself as Joan of Mud. That Joan, believes that, if the spirit were freed of imprisoning flesh then redemption would be hers.
Why would anyone buy books? Why..?' Vanessa Winter asked, 'When there's a perfectly adequate library down town? It's situated right next to the Post Office and the place is crammed to the rafters with books. Last time I heard, those books were being loaned out free. You fill out a short form and the questions asked are not too invasive, you will not come away feeling they've had their way with you
'All right then. Let's see if I've grasped the problem. You have mouth ulcers and they're driving you to distraction. You're beside yourself, not so much for reason of any physical suffering, but rather, you're in dread of them causing you embarrassment? In communicating, they could just happen to speak with people present. And let's just say, explanation would be impossibly difficult.
'Don't you understand, Billy? You're not real. You're just not.'
'No. You are not!'
He would never be reasoned with. She would look away from him. Maybe then he would behave sensibly or just leave. She looked up into the highest leafy branches of the big cedar tree and imagined that way up there, she could see a nest. It could be so...