Crouching Characters, Looming Dragons

hi Readers

Last week, we found the Newsletter-Dragon in the boiler room and asked for your help to separate them because heat is important when a polar vortex drops by for a visit. (Thank you for writing in with your suggestions!)

Before we return to the boiler room, we need to update you on our primary mission: getting that all important page time!

Earlier this month, we set some ambitious goals for our scribe. Now, it’s time to check out how she’s doing on that.

Operation: Get Written

— January 2019 Progress Report —

1.–> Caught In A Glance, episode 1 of Curse Breaker’s Shadow went up on pre-order! It will be published on Feb. 28, 2019 in the First Love Anthology.

Find out how Papa and Shade became friends. Reserve your copy now.

      “With a glance, he captured my heart, and thus began a perilous relationship that unleashed a demon and earned the ire of an angel. But it all began innocently enough with a rock that refused to glow, a crazy old man, and a mysterious boy with glowing eyes,” —Shade

2. –> Our scribe submitted Quest, an epic fantasy quest story in verse while grieving for her sister to Organic Ink Volume 1. No word yet on whether it’s in or out of that anthology yet.

3. –> Our scribe revised an old story, Dangerous Tides Ahead, for the Secrets of the Seas anthology. It’s a fun undersea adventure with psychic dolphins, mermaids on a mission, pirates and more. No word about whether it’s in or out of that anthology yet.

4. –> Our scribe continued writing Stealing Christmas right here in our weekly newsletter and laid down some words on Curse Breaker: Hidden, our 6th full-length adventure. (It has dragons too!)

All stories mentioned above *are* set in our world. They have crossover potential. 🙂  That’s what our scribe accomplished in January.



And now, step with me back into that cold boiler room.

See the glowy dragon curling tighter and tighter around the boxy boiler system. Hear its tortured metal screams as she squeezes and squeezes, and you get the point.

Picture me, Ran, son of Sarn, reading your advice on our scribe’s phone. Are you ready? Good, because here we go:

Attempt to lure the dragon away from the boiler #1:

“Christy writes, ‘it’s a heat dragon. All [we] need to do is to conjure up a couple of men with metal boxes and extreme knowledge of such things to go down and do their magic, and they can capture the dragon. If they release it out in the cold, it will disappear,'” I read aloud to Papa. “Where do we get those boxes and the knowledgable men from?”

“Maybe one of Melinda’s neighbors knows. I’ll ask.”

Papa started toward the group of gawkers. Many were retirees who lived in the building, but there was also a smattering of thirtysomething office workers like our scribe.

“I think she’s describing a cage like those Have-a-Heart traps,” said an older gentleman.

He was quite spry for ninety and already bounding up the stairs to his third-floor walk-up apartment to fetch the trap while his bemused wife looked on. A minute later, he was back with the curious metal device in hand. It was as long as his arm and as wide as my head. I looked from the dragon, who was larger than Papa’s six-foot-six frame, to the trap and back again.

“I don’t think she’ll fit. Do you have a bigger one?”

The older gentleman shook his head regretfully.

“What do we bait it with it?” Papa asked.

“I’ll find out,” I said when no one volunteered anything. I whipped out our scribe’s phone and scrolled down to the next suggestion. “One of our awesome readers must have some advice on that. We can’t be the only characters who’ve ever been in this situation.”

Attempt #2:

“Okay, Kort says to ‘tell the dragon a complex riddle.’ Does anyone know any good riddles?”

I looked at the group of onlookers which was growing by the minute as word of this spectacle reached the other buildings in the complex.  Melinda kept glancing warily at the door, keeping watch for the members of the board.

Though, I’d like to see them pry the dragon loose. Doesn’t the maintenance our scribe forks over to them every month include vermin removal?

That should include a certain dragon, right? But so far, they’ve made themselves scarce. I wonder why.

“Scribe?”

“Hmm?”

“Do your wordsmithing thing and whip up a riddle to bedevil the dragon.”

Melinda just looked at me like I’d grown two heads then she patted down her pockets for her phone.

“Let me google that.”

Okay, so that’s a ‘no’ on the riddles. I consulted her phone again.

“Maybe one of our awesome readers sent in a riddle.”

“Is that my phone in your hot little hands?”

“Yes,” I said distractedly, but Melinda didn’t reply. I took that as tacit approval to continue using it.

“How about another suggestion,” said Uncle Miren as he hobbled through the crowd. “Let me pass. That’s my nephew over there.”

“Do you know any riddles?” I asked him.

“Just one. Why is a dragon like a doubloon?”

“I don’t know. Why are they alike?”

“You’re supposed to ask the dragon that.” Uncle Miren ruffled my hair then went to stand by Papa.

“We’re both shiny, and we prey on your mind if you lose us. You’ll have to do better than that,” said the dragon as she rolled her glowing eyes at me.

“We need another suggestion.” I scrolled through the messages on our scribe’s phone again.

Attempt #3:

“Pat says, ‘there’s a new gang of thieves roaming the countryside, and their specialty is dragon hoards. In particular, 1s-and-0s dragons since the skinny on their hoards is they are particularly valuable goodies for trade on the 1s-and-0s highway.’ Did you hear that Newsletter-Dragon? Your horde is in danger. You should go save it or something.”

A loud growl made me jump, and everyone took a giant step backward except Papa, but he had a green-glowing shield around him and me too because I took a giant step sideways and crashed into his thigh.

Papa patted me on the head, but I shrank back as the dragon loomed over us. Her tail was still wrapped tightly around the boiler system, and she was glowing a molten shade of red. The boiler system melted, and liquified metal dripped into silver puddles on the ground. That can’t be good.

But heat wafted off her, and we all basked in it as the temperature rose twenty degrees to somewhere in the seventies, and it felt nice. But her ire was a little frightening though especially her flashing eyes. I stepped behind Papa and his magic-saturated cloak for added protection.

“If those thieves come anywhere near my horde, I’ll incinerate them, and everyone they ever met.”

While I cowered behind Papa and his magic, I scrolled through the advice we’d received for something to calm the enraged dragon down before she melted everything in sight including us. ‘Puddle’ is not a good look for me or Papa.

Thank you again to everyone who wrote it with advice. You rock! We’ll see you next week for the conclusion of our dragonish problem. And if you have any more suggestions, please send them to me.



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Until next time, dear reader

This is Ran, son of Sarn, “The Phone Ninja,” wishing you a great week! 😉



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