I’ve mentioned it in a couple of posts already that I had a children’s Christmas themed book due out later this year. I can now reveal to you that this novella length book will be released some time in October and goes by the title of The Christmas Goblin. It is aimed primarily at 8-11 year olds, so children slightly too young for Harry Potter. I’ve found it a challenge trying to keep the language simple but quite enjoyed it so far. Here is the cover art and a short extract.
‘Hey, little boy,’ came a small and squeaky voice.
Stefan stopped. It sounded as if it had come from the rock and he turned around to look at it.
‘Yes, you, little boy,’ came the voice again. He couldn’t work out if it was the voice of a little girl or an old man. It sounded like both which sounded silly to Stefan but that was exactly how it sounded.
Stefan walked up to the rock and touched it. ‘Hello Mister Rock, are you talking to me?’
‘If the rock was talking to you,’ said the voice, ‘it wouldn’t sound like this. It would be more like-’ the voice paused, ‘Urggh, ug ah, gruh arg. Except I can’t make a sound deep enough. I think you get the idea.’
Stefan laughed. ‘If you’re not the rock, who are you?’
‘Little boy, look up!’
‘My name is Stefan!’ he almost shouted.
‘Stefan, I’m sorry,’ the voice said, ‘but look up. Then you will see me.’
Stefan looked up but couldn’t see anything.
‘Ah, you’re a bit small, even for a human, so you should take a step back.’
Stefan took a step back but couldn’t see anyone.
‘Try another step. You’re smaller than I first thought.’
He took a second step back.
‘Are you a dwarf or a pixie or something? Only, I’ve never met a human as small as you. Take another step back.’
Feeling a little cross, Stefan took another step back. ‘A dwarf or pixie?!’ he said. ‘No, I’m a boy – a human boy!’ Stefan still couldn’t see anyone, so he took a fourth step backwards knowing that the voice would ask him to do it again.
And then Stefan saw him, her, it on top of the rock, sitting quite comfortably. It had wrinkly skin like an old man, but it was green. He was also smaller than Stefan, much smaller and it made Stefan cross again that this small green man had asked if he was a pixie.
The small green person waved. ‘Hello! What might your name be?’
‘I’ve already told you, it’s Stefan,’ he said carefully, knowing he shouldn’t really talk to strangers. Although nobody ever said anything about small, green strangers.
The creature leaned forward. ‘Of course you are and of course you did! You live that way, don’t you?’ and he pointed behind him. ‘I know all about you, Stefan.’
Stefan felt a little safer then, knowing that the small green person knew who he was. Perhaps he was friends with his mother or father? ‘What do you know about me?’
‘I know you’re a good boy.’
‘I try my best,’ Stefan blushed. ‘But who are you? Are you a forest sprite?’
‘Oh my dear sweet cinnamon sticks. Have you ever seen a forest sprite that looked like me?’
Stefan shook his head. ‘I haven’t ever seen a forest sprite if I’m honest.’
I will be putting out feelers for reviews as the autumn approaches.