King Barf isn’t actually named King Barf. His real name is King Bartholomew Archibald Reginald Fife, a fine, kingly name—a name with a great destiny, of course. But I don’t care how handsome or powerful that name makes you. It’s a mouthful. So for short I call him King Barf, though I’d never say it out loud.
Rump: The True Story of Rumpelstiltskin
Question of the Day: What’s your favorite classic fairy tale?
It’s the last month of summer! Are you prepared for Round 3 of Summer Reading Bingo?
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Let the dreadful crocodile beware, for I now christen this ship the Hook’s Revenge. Hoist anchor, find the eye of the wind, and let’s be under way!”
The crew cheered.
Mr. Smee cried.
Giants, and wee men, and mermaids, oh my!
Question of the Day: What’s your favorite magical race?
Today is National Ice Cream Day! Of course, we went right for a double-scoop of magic.
Jonah plopped a spoonful of Chocolate Orange Switcheroo into my glass. “Try this one.”
I took a small bite to start with. The ice cream melted against my tongue, sweet and fruity and smooth. Then came the switcheroo part — a chocolate fudgy flavor that caused the corners of my jaws to tingle with happiness.
A Snicker of Magic
It was a serious offense to invite a Deep Witch to cross the border of the Five Kingdoms. They had been banished many years before, together with werewolves and sorcerers.
The Bag of Bones