About Book One:
A door that leads nowhere…
a key to open it.
A map of a land that doesn’t exist,
and a monster that does.
Four sisters; a hypochondriac scientist, a mordant writer,
and two feisty twins aspiring to be pirates, set off to retrieve their eldest
sister who has been kidnapped into an unknown world.
Their adventure involves a grim prophecy from the oracle Sybil,
help from a rugged Viking named Barnabas, and the ever terrifying presence of
Brakkus the dark-hooded villain who is in constant pursuit of them. The four
sisters must work together to outwit the creature Brakkus, face their fears,
and unravel the clues of the ominous prophecy to find their sister before time
runs out…
“Follow
the river of blood and you will find a coffin of leaves... You will find her in
the clutches of two great forces seeking power. They both prowl behind curtains
of violence, but one can deliver only evil and the other, possible freedom. The
one you seek is in the jaws of the deliverers, but you must hurry, for like
meat thrown to dogs she will be ripped apart.”
Guest Post:
Dear Readers,
My name is Evelyn Ink and I am the sad conveyor of the tales regarding the ill-fated Darlington sisters. I must warn you, nail
biting danger and bad behavior leaks from every page of the Sticks, Stones,
and Dragon Bones books.
Despite the redeeming aspects of this adventure (Vikings,
pirates, a creepy oracle with bad teeth and a terrible prophecy) the escapades
of the sisters are sadly marred by their distasteful conduct and poor choices.
Bean, a resourceful and intelligent child of a scientific nature, sadly chooses
to run headlong into dangerous situations at every turn. Paige, her older
sister; a thoughtful and literary young woman with a rather pessimistic outlook
on life, rarely bothers using her understanding of shady characters and bad
situation to make cautious and prudent choices. Worst of all are the twins,
Hayde and Dorrit, of whom live by their own set of peculiar rules (based
loosely on the ideologies of piracy and not taking baths).
As
a dedicated author I am obligated to record these terrible events from every
poorly constructed insult to every illogical decision. However you, as a reader
have no such obligation to read them, and I suggest you don’t. I’ve heard there
are several fantastic books out about well-behaving gnomes, polite ponies, and
tea-sipping princesses, perhaps one of those books might be more suited for
you...
Sincerely,
Evelyn Ink
About Evelyn Ink:
The
plaque on my lawn reads the Edgington Mansion, it was once thought to be lovely
I suppose, though now rather decrepit and quite full of secrets. I live here
with my husband. He is a philosopher, and quite mad. Our house is full of
books. Stacked, piled, and always advancing out and away from the shelves that ought
to keep them in. I paint and draw, write and read, and occasionally go down
into the dark, dismal, cobweb-creepy dungeon, to do laundry.
If
interested, you may choose to follow me on my blog or check in with me on
facebook. However, due to my absolute terror of electronics and a crippling
phobia of the social media (technical term: Socmephobia), my blog posts tend to
be infrequent and erratic. Also, due to several post exile investigations I am
generally prevented from giving any specific information regarding my
whereabouts...
