It is time for the Half-Moon Holiday and Amelia is spending it with her friends at Rainbow Rangers (hosted by the unicorns of course) camp! But more is happening than just that! Be in for tons of magical adventures and delicious fruits.
Her mind made up, Amelia reached purposefully for a plum. It was velvety and light and its gentle glow illuminated her pale skin. Amelia took a small bite and felt her mouth begin to water. The flavour was full and sweet and almost magical… like nothing she’d ever tasted before. She took another bite, and another.
Merry Trogmanay everyone, and welcome to the Nothing to See Here Hotel, enjoy your stay, but be warned of ghosts, evil going-ons, and oh yes, we hope you don’t mind snow as we have some of our Yeti friends over.
I let random.org select a % and it decided on 18%.
“Who are the Darkfells?” Stephen’s mother asked.
“They’re an old, noble magical family.” Madame Veronika shrugged. “Respectable. Their patriarch Eddard Darkfell, managed to obtain the clockwork sundial, which in turn allowed him to amass a vast collection of magic items by traveling through time. He only stopped when a paradox threatened the family.”
Today is 8-11, so I turned that around and picked a fun teaser from page 118.
‘Ladies and gentlemen! Dad called over the chitter-chatter.
‘And tooth fairieth!’ the Molar Sisters piped up.
‘EVERYONE!’ Dad yelled, cutting off the rest of the crowd before anyone else could join in. ‘It is with happiness in my haunches and armfuls of Trogmanay cheer that I’d like to welcome you all to our summery… ermm… wintery trog-hog feats.’
‘We have to keep trying,’ said Amelia. ‘We still haven’t tried the Yeti Mountain Pits, or the Post-Bat Depot… or the Scary Suburbs.’
‘I’M TIRED OF SELLING COOKIES,’ said Florence. ‘CAN’T WE CARRY ON TOMORROW?’
‘But we won’t win if we don’t hurry,’ Amelia urged. ‘We have to beat Frankie! And remember, we get a trip to the Pumpkin Paradise Park if we do win!’