“Speak up. Who are you? How have you found your way to a special place known only to elves?” the strange man asked. The mystic figure was tall, white-haired, and he had a heavy, white beard. With flowing gray hair, his arms and legs were lean and long. Like the trim-figured woman (whose face was more serene and radiant than ten suns, ten moons, all bouquets of the forest floor), like her, the man wore a white robe. Ethereal beings stood barefoot in ankle-high water. Redf

“Yes. Granted so,” Merlock says. Still eye-to-eye with Mary and Barry, he glances to Charles. “History records ghost activity in countless places. Yet, again, I am always looking for rational explanations, Charles, my good man. Such supernatural happenings as we’ve experienced, they’re dumbfounding.” “Again,” Charles says, “Merlock, I sense your frustration seeing disparity between your training for reason and the illogical activities we’ve recently encountered.” “By pip

“What did Perry and Terry have to say about Cary?” Eddie asks. “You just phoned home, Mary? What’s up?” “We told mom, Eddie. We said everyone is doing well; and that we had success. St. Andrew’s Castle was fun, I said. Then, like yikes, I didn’t tell her about the scary stuff…no way. But I mentioned we’re now making haste for Edinburgh,” Mary says as Barry finishes drinking water. Barry swallows. “Yep. It’s about lunchtime back home, Eddie. Mom said everyone was fine

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Page 5 My great, great, great, great grandfather drove a rail cart. Bobo P. Spike his name, he was trained to pump a hand cart along railroad lines. “Woof.” Bobo’s bark was worse than his bite. But with his hand cart he was paid well to inspect and repair rail lines. While doing so, buffalo bones, not Milk-bones, kept him happy, for grandfather could gnaw on buffalo bones for weeks. Golf kept him happy, also. During his down-time, Bobo used hickory shafts with persimmon-

Page 1 Saturday, a Bobby Clanton rock throw away from the clubhouse, I was in my yard raking leaves. “Wheel that cart over here, would you Jinx?” “Meow. I’ll be right there, Golpher.” Piles and piles of leaves, now autumn, we had white oak, willow oak, red oak, dogwood leaves, too, strewn throughout the yard. “Leaves, leaves, they’re driving me nuts,” I blew. Shortly, “Scrn…snyx…woo. Here’s the cart, Golpher.” “Thanks Jinxy. Tired with raking, I’m ready to play. I’ll rake

“Did witchdoctors really know what they were, sir?” Carlos licked lips while sitting with Lina, Paolo, and Lucky. “Oh yes,” Q. answered. “Or, in a way, they did, yes. Knowledge from cultural healers, passed down over centuries, has led to discovering important drugs: quinine, ephedrine, tubocurarine, and many others, for example. Plant pharmacology is big science. Researchers do their best to quickly learn ancient practices of traditional healers, many of whom are passin

“Let’s look closer.” Leaning forward, she glides in front of Tee. Each, moves gracefully upon their boards. Two, young lovers surf air currents, and then set boards to rest upon a grand network of stone that lay at the bottom of the turbulent falls. Now, they step from their boards. “Take my hand!” Tee says loudly over roaring water. The cascading, life-giving liquid spills over a precipice nearly 200 meters high. A variety of tiny fish jump in clear, blue, deep and shall

“I’ve much to see, also, Tee. But, the pods are a blessing. Hemispherical domes, made of the finest alloys, Theman knew what he was doing when he helped the little ones at Harvest House.” “Yes,” Tee goes on. “There may be like-construction on 8 worlds the Book gives direction to and the new lands rich in splendor like here,” he says and points. One finger of his left hand wears the gold ring of the Thema Order. His copper bracelet, a mark of the Knights, glistens about hi

Page 3 As bats circled, cool, late autumn evening, as giant centipedes crept beneath crinkly oak leaves and as hungry black spiders waited in sticky webs, I began. “Hominy, seven days ago, evening time and, as you know, a week before Halloween…” “Yes,” she said. She crossed dainty hands to her lap. In jeans and a red sweater pullover she sat on a stump next to me. “Well, I was at my usual after-school chores,” I went on. “Digging a grave?” she asked. Three eerie bats wouldn