Four (very) Short Fantasies

By Margaret Lake

Sometimes, love can be found in the strangest places.

Mordaunt and the Dove - "Mordaunt Telracs, Singer of Ballads, Teller of Fortunes, Maker of Most Effective Love Potions" until he succumbs to the witch Grizelda.

A Walk in the Woods - In search of the perfect woman, Mathias the Wizard invents the most perfect spell ever made

Grindel's Tale - Grindel fights developers who would destroy the woods he protects.

Sir Dragonbreath - Gwendolyn is a lonely witch, looking for love.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Jobree Publishing
• Release date: Dec 15, 2013
• ISBN: 9781498919357

Margaret Lake

Margaret Lake was born in New Jersey, but moved to Florida in her early teens and has lived there ever since. Reading has been her favorite activity since she was ten years old. Even after purchasing a Kindle, she still had seven large bookcases filled with paper books. It took years for her to part with the majority of them. Her other passion is history, especially English History, dating from when she first read "Katherine" by Anya Seton. When the inspiration came to write her first novel, she naturally gravitated to the Wars of the Roses because of that book. Her favorite author is Susan Howatch, her favorite book is "Outlander" and her favorite series is Harry Potter. She led a Harry Potter book club at the elementary school and helped with the chess club at both the elementary and high schools. Margaret rescued a nine-year old Jack Russell Terrier named Angelo who passed at the age of 15 on December 3, 2017. Now she has Mikey, a teeny-tiny two year old chihuahua mix (actually 50% chihuahua, 25% miniature poodle, 12.5% maltese and 12.5% terrier according to his DNA), adopted from the Humane Society on March 7, 2018. Mikey has gone a long way toward filling the empty space in her heart left by the loss of Angelo.

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FOUR (very) SHORT FANTASIES

By Margaret Lake

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historical, contemporary,

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illustrated children’s books

graphic novels

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Sometimes, love can be found in the strangest places.

Mordaunt and the Dove - Mordaunt Telracs, Singer of Ballads, Teller of Fortunes, Maker of Most Effective Love Potions until he succumbs to the witch Grizelda.

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A Walk in the Woods - In search of the perfect woman, Mathias the Wizard invents the most perfect spell ever made

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Grindel’s Tale - Grindel fights developers who would destroy the woods he protects.

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Sir Dragonbreath - Gwendolyn is a lonely witch, looking for love.

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Mordaunt and the Dove

A Walk in the Woods

Grindel's Tale

Sir Dragonbreath

Contact

Copyright

Mordaunt and the Dove

Mordaunt leaned on the mossy bank of a shallow stream, tapping the sides of his scruffy boots together.

Pennyfeather, old girl, it’s the end of the road.

The chestnut tossed her head, snorting her disagreement.

The faded paint on the side of his creaky, wooden caravan read, Mordaunt Telracs, Singer of Ballads, Teller of Fortunes, Maker of Most Effective Love Potions. All gone. Gone with Fayri, his beautiful white dove whose arrival had nurtured his meager talent for casting his mind into the future. Mordaunt had no idea why she had come to him nor why she left.

Fayri would not be coming back and it was time to seek employment. Mordaunt shuddered at the thought. Maybe he should think about this some more before committing such a rash act.

What say you, my friend? Shall I find a field that needs plowing? Wood chopping? Water hauling?

Pennyfeather ignored him to watch a chattering squirrel.

Alright, then! Mordaunt shouted, jumping to his feet. Tell me what I should do.

Hands on hips, Mordaunt glared at her until she dropped her head, nudging him gently.

Sorry, old friend. Shouldn’t take it out on you.

Mordaunt threw himself on the ground as Pennyfeather bumped him again, blowing her