It’s time for an update from our friend, author, blogger and promoter of others, Sally Cronin.
Sally is always so busy sharing the work of others, so it was a nice treat for her to update us on her own work in progress and share one of the stories from her newest upcoming book, Tales from the Irish Garden.
I first published the following story in February of this year and at the time Donata Zawadzka had just been introduced to me by Paul Andruss. Tales from the Irish Garden was just a twinkle in my eye, but I was already writing some stories down to be included.
Eight months on and I am delighted to say that Donata has now produced four wonderful illustrations that I will be using as part of the artwork for the collection. Because I loved this illustration so much, I have also bought the original to use in the book with this story.
Tales from the Irish Garden, follows on from Tales from the Garden which was set in Madrid. Queen Filigree will be forced to relocate from her home in the sun in Spain to her cousin’s kingdom in Ireland… expect some misadventures along the way. New characters such as Jeremy the Donkey will play their role in making Queen Filigree welcome, and there will be badgers, mice and eagles…
Tales from the Irish Garden – After the Festival story by Sally Cronin – Illustrated by Donata Zawadzka
Princess Persephone slowly and painfully regained consciousness, and keeping her bleary eyes closed, tried to establish exactly where she was. Her wings might have been gossamer thin and delicate, but right now they felt like a ton of bricks. Her head was pounding and it seemed that her body had been stretched over a barrel that was making munching noises.
She felt obligated to make some form of protest at this treatment, but found that her mouth was so dry, her tongue was glued to the roof of her mouth. By all the gods, including Zeus and Hades, what had someone done to her? The last thing she remembered was drinking some gold label, honey nectar made by the Lerpersian brewery in a cave near Glendalough. She was sure she had only had a couple; it had tasted as sweet and innocent as its name.
The crunching and chewing sounds continued beneath her, and finally she managed to open her eyes; nearly falling off the barrel. In front of her face was a delightful tiny straw hat, perched between two very large ears sticking out at right angles. Persephone burped in a very un-regal manner and covered her mouth with a shaky hand.
‘Oh dear, oh dear, oh dear,’ she mumbled behind her fingers. Her older sister Princess Narcissus was going to kill her when she got hold of her. Continue Reading . . .