December 17, 2017
New Story Release!
Yippee! My illustrator team (Christina and Rebeccah) did some awesome cover art (Rebeccah just had to get Tawny perfect) on the newest chapter in the story of The Devonians!
The Devonians are space castaways who have developed a colony on a strange new planet (they name it Devonia).
This newest story, A Foundling Furball, begins a few days after the end of The Brown-Sheep Prank. Joseph Taylor, Alena Summers, and some of their siblings are meeting at the fishing spot on Ice Cube Creek after helping with Washing Day (everyone in Covenant, it seems, washes clothes on Wednesday).
While fishing, they chat, argue, and tease each other. (Not much different than Earth, is it?) This is until Alena hears a strange noise and investigates. Joseph joins her. They find an injured baby animal – which they realize is a dreaded dengee after it is protectively cradled in Alena’s arms.
On Devonia, dengees are formidable foes. The tallest stand five feet at their shoulder! They resemble wolves in most of their hunting and communication techniques yet they are ruled by a protective pack male much like a lion pride. They often raid Covenant’s wachick flocks and Brown-Sheep herd. Because of a long-ago attack where early settlers were injured and killed by a pack of dengees, most of the adults in the village hate them.
But today, Alena found, Joseph rescued, and Alena claims she will nurse and care for a blind baby dengee. How will this be received?
For a peek into Devonia, read this excerpt from “A Foundling Furball!”
“Janine! Keep hold!” Matthew yelped and jumped into the water to grab her fish. Janine giggled and wrestled the long creature toward the creek bank. With teamwork, they managed to catch, unhook, and plop the fish into the vine trap.
“Wow, that one’s way bigger than my best!” Michael grinned, “way to go, Janine!”
“They love the black-spotted grasshoppers,” Janine giggled. “Thanks for tossing him, Matty!”
Alena set her pole down and wandered toward the far bank. There was a clump of water-bushes that blocked up the far edge of the fishing spot and tangled in a long stretch about fifty feet down the creek bank. The children weren’t allowed to go beyond the water bushes.
“Alena!” Joseph called after her, set his pole down, and followed.
“Joseph!” Stephen taunted, “you go past the water-bushes and I’m telling Dad!”
“What are you doing?” Joseph asked.
“Do you hear it?” Alena returned. They both ignored Stephen’s threat.
“The crying baby sound?” Joseph did hear it. It was a soft, watery cry that sounded like a newborn baby’s very tired, almost asleep, “feed-me” cry.
… (continued reading A Foundling Furball here! Or browse all titles and formats here!)
Thanks for reading!
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~Nancy Tart