Yup I haven’t done this in a bit.  Now that my desktop is working correctly I can do excerpts again!  First lets show you what I have for the cover.

winter-comes  Another of my photographs is the what I used for the background.  When you live in Canada you can get a lot of really awesome winter shots of course.  Does this feel cold enough for you?  Well this is a fun little tale with my take on Jack Frost even!  Not sure if I will be listing this has horror, fantasy or faery tale.  Well here is the excerpt!

 

In the darkness the snow fell slowly.  The quiet of the deep night and snow held the world in a hush that was suddenly broken by a single note.  Once the note drifted off to silence there was a rustle of cloth and a slither as the snow parted.  It was midwinter night and the moon rode high in the sky.

 

Midwinter, the longest night of the year, held a magic all its own.  On this one night magic was set loose and secret beings awaken for that one night of wonder and mischief.  Fires are banked in homes large and small or so they used to be in the times gone by.  In the turning of the wheel of the year many legends had come and gone and those who kept to the old ways grew less and less.

 

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Jackie looked about before he slipped from his hidey-hole.  Winter had come late this year but it seemed that the storm overhead was doing its best to make up for being late.  He shook his head and sighed.  While the humans blamed him for winter he was just in charge of the frost that decorated their windows with lace.  He was the herald of the end of the growing season, telling them to get their harvests in before Father Winter woke up.  Well this year he woke up with a vengeance.

 

Sliding across the thin layer of ice, Jackie went from home to home.  Inside most of them he could see families tucked up with their heat cranked high, modern things that kept them warm even on the coldest day but he had a feeling that would not help them soon.  Father Winter was angry, he could feel it.

 

Humanity had been ignoring the world, in their self-absorbed way, for far too long in the view of most elementals.  Destruction followed wherever they went and the natural world was swiftly tilting out of true.  Mother Earth was slowly returning to her winter slumber and darker beings would control the face of the world they shared.  Jackie knew that if Father Winter had his way the world would be plunged into a long ice age that would kill off the pests that infested his realm.

 

Jackie though liked the humans.  He played with the young ones, teased the newly adult young women and planted beauty on the windows of the homes he passed.  While he was a part of Father Winter’s court, it was that time between autumn and winter that he truly lived.  When the sun would break through the cold darkness and make the frosty paintings he left sparkle that was his favorite time.

 

Sliding around a long bend in the road he slowed down.  Here was a tiny hamlet; a small grouping of homes where it seemed time had skipped lightly over them.  This handful of houses could have been lifted up and dropped into place a hundred years ago and they would still fit.  They all huddled together about a central park that was properly prepared for the upcoming winter weather.  Draped in soft tinsel and handmade ornaments they villagers were obviously looking forward to the coming winter holiday.  This was where he wanted to be but not quite.  There was one more home that was set away from the park, a short distance down the road.  That one house set back and away from the rest of this little hamlet was somehow brighter and cozier than the other homes in this village.

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