Book Review: The Green Children

Bud and Blossom are green children and the best of friends. They live in the cool shade of Ballybogey Forest with all the Otherfolk, safe from the prying eyes of people. That is, until one day when a strange new music, the sound of bells, lures the two friends into the open road. Spotted by the scheming Squire Scrum, they soon find themselves trapped, starving, and in mortal danger.

This book is absolutely delightful, a retelling of a twelfth century legend of the creatures of the Green Isle. It is also a tale of friendship, courage, and innocence that holds appeal for all ages. Although they are Otherfolk, Bud and Blossom are typical children whose thoughtless fun leads them into trouble. Their friendship and the love of the rest of the Otherfolk hold the key to their survival.

As a bonus, if you’ve never experienced a story told by a lovable Irish grandfather, you’ll want to listen to the cd included in the back of the book. The lilt of Irish brogue accompanied by the happy skirl of flutes will bring a smile to every face and immerse readers into the world of Ballybogey as it must have been five hundred years ago.

Official Virtual Book Launch

Get ready to step into a brand new story, full of magic and lore! Chosen will be available for purchase through multiple platforms on August 9th, 2021, and we are marking the occasion with a fun virtual Facebook party! The kids and I would love for you to join us for fun games, discussion, and sneak peeks into the world of Fae.

Click the link below to join the fun as we get ready for the event. If you want to check the book out ahead of time to see if it’s your cup of tea (or coffee), look below the event link to find all my previous teaser posts.

https://fb.me/e/2rrlHlcUi

https://wordworkerrussell.wordpress.com/2021/02/21/book-teaser-chosen-the-sprite/

https://wordworkerrussell.wordpress.com/2021/03/06/book-teaser-chosen-the-vampyr/

https://wordworkerrussell.wordpress.com/2021/03/20/book-teaser-songs-of-fae/

https://wordworkerrussell.wordpress.com/2021/04/03/book-teaser-the-innkeeper/

https://wordworkerrussell.wordpress.com/2021/04/18/book-teaser-in-the-giants-hall/

https://wordworkerrussell.wordpress.com/2021/05/01/book-teaser-dwarves-and-elves/

https://wordworkerrussell.wordpress.com/2021/05/15/book-teaser-the-mer/

https://wordworkerrussell.wordpress.com/2021/05/29/book-teaser-the-queens-guard/

https://wordworkerrussell.wordpress.com/2021/06/13/book-teaser-the-dragon/

https://wordworkerrussell.wordpress.com/2021/06/26/book-teaser-the-confrontation/

The Mor-Rhiogain

FB_IMG_1571453145156Babh waited under the black branches of the dead oak. She preened her dark feathers in satisfaction at the fear she sensed from the forest denizens. In the shadows of the night, all that could be seen of her were her eyes, glowing flame red.

The harvest moon rose high above the castle she watched, bathing its white towers in soft light. Her claws curled, scraping unpleasantly against the stone upon which she perched. The light would save no one tonight. Soon, her sisters would return and her vigil would end.

As she gleefully imagined the coming reunion, the mist rose from the river below. Thick, like the hated smoke from the castle kitchens, it billowed up the sides of the mountain. When it reached the causeway, her sisters would call, and she would answer.

Macha and Anann appeared black against the mist, their wings morphing into long arms tipped with bloodred nails, dark hair flying around pale faces in the windless night. Babh spread her own wings and rose into the moonlight, her screech of joy freezing the blood of the humans awaiting their fate.

She heard their cries, tasted their terror, as her feathers lengthened and knit together, her power calling the mist to her as a great dragon covering her victims with its mighty wings. She opened her mouth as her sisters strode purposefully to the gate, their hands outstretched for blood. Her bain sidh wail echoed from the walls and shattered the gates.

The mist shattered with them, and an army of shadows descended upon the one who despised the Mor-Rhiogain. Driven by the bain sidh, the dead would collect, unhindered by sword or spear. Babh would have her revenge, and her sisters would feast upon the blood.

The Mor-Rhiogain had returned.