And so it begins . . . to come to an end . . .
I’ll be doing mini-posts like this Mon-Fri (this week and next) to announce the stops. One lucky person who comments (at the blog tour posts, not here) will win a free ebook subscription. So, 10 stops, 10 winners. 🙂
Our ninth stop on the trip will be at LT Elliot‘s place where you’ll read about why we need more fairy godmothers in the world.
The tall-big-girl had drunk the potion she’d secured from the faerie queen’s rooms. And then she’d collapsed, shrinking as snow white fur sprouted all over her skin. The freedom Natter had seen in the bottle had meant nothing more, and nothing less, than a small white cat. It was all Natter’s fault. She had grabbed the wrong bottle. Why hadn’t she trusted her mistress?
Her mistress’s face had gone pale with fury as the transformation took place. Whatever her mistress had intended, it hadn’t been this. Her mistress had muttered something sharp enough to cut the air and ordered Natter to clean up the mess. Dread clawing its way up from her gut, she’d taken the tall-big-girl’s, now small-white-cat’s, paw and murmured the magic that would carry her home.
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