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More Than Mushrooms: Inklet, #91
More Than Mushrooms: Inklet, #91
More Than Mushrooms: Inklet, #91
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More Than Mushrooms: Inklet, #91

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The silver silence out in the forest refreshes Lily's spirits after being housebound with her family for the last three weeks. Hoping for mushrooms, instead Lily finds… something else. Something unidentifiable.

Something with the power to remind Lily of everything truly important in her life.

A lush, vivid story with mystery elements, for readers who love the soul-deep quiet of the outdoors and value finding peace in the everyday hustle of modern family life.

LanguageEnglish
Release dateOct 1, 2022
ISBN9798201020408
More Than Mushrooms: Inklet, #91
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Amy Laurens

AMY LAURENS is an Australian author of fantasy fiction for all ages. Her story Bones Of The Sea, about creepy carnivorous mist and bone curses, won the 2021 Aurealis Award for Best Fantasy Novella. Amy has also written the award-winning portal-fantasy Sanctuary series about Edge, a 13-year-old girl forced to move to a small country town because of witness protection (the first book is Where Shadows Rise), the humorous fantasy Kaditeos series, following newly graduated Evil Overlord Mercury as she attempts to acquire a castle, the young adult series Storm Foxes, about love and magic and family in small town Australia, and a whole host of non-fiction, both for writers AND for people who don’t live with constant voices in their heads. Other interesting details? Let’s see. Amy lives with her husband and two kids in suburban Canberra. She used to be a high-school English teacher, and she was once chewed on by a lion. (The two are unrelated. It was her right thumb.) Amy loves chocolate but her body despises it; she has a vegetable garden that mostly thrives on neglect; and owns enough books to be considered a library. Of course. Oh, and she also makes rather fancy cakes in her spare time. She’s on all the usual social media channels as @ByAmyLaurens, but you’ve got the best chance of actually getting a response on Instagram or the contact form on her website. <3

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    More Than Mushrooms - Amy Laurens

    More Than Mushrooms

    INKLET #91

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    AMY LAURENS

    www.InkprintPress.com

    MORE THAN MUSHROOMS

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    The silence was not golden, because the breeze was just a little too fresh for that, but it was definitely silver, or some other kind of precious stone. It was the kind of silence you only got out of doors, away from the buzz and hum of city electricity, away from humanity.

    Lily, as an extrovert and an optimist, generally approved of humanity. But she defied even the most optimistic extrovert to remain entirely upbeat after three straight weeks housebound with two small kids and a restless husband, whose introverted nature was taking a pounding.

    Hence: the silver silence of the outdoors.

    Here, in this secluded gully full of knee-high bracken fern, bordered by radiata pines in drunken, staggering rows, the wind was the only thing Lily could hear right now, and as cliched as it felt to call it that, it was utterly refreshing.

    Somewhere down below, at the bottom of the gentle slope a hundred or so metres away, were her husband and the kids. They hadn’t gone far, just beyond sight, with but the pine branches hiding them and the wind sweeping their chatter away from her, Lily might just as well be alone.

    She smiled. Leaned back on her wrists, adjusting one as it slipped a little on the emerald sleeping bag they had brought from the car as a makeshift picnic rug, the actual picnic rug that lived there having gone temporarily and mysteriously missing.

    In front of her, a little cloud of midges investigated the mostly empty plastic picnic cups, the last dregs of pink milk in the bottom of them apparently intriguing the little insects. The taste of the milk still hung at the edges of her mouth,

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