The Diary of a NOT so Charming prince, part 11

The Diary of a Not So Charming Prince

Prince Joseph's diary

Day 22

Dear awkward me,

Some people say that it is the worst thing to wake up to a long day of back braking work. These people are fools! There is definitely something worse! Something a hundred times worse. Do you want me to tell you what it is? Well, it is when you wake up and you are hanging upside down from a tree branch, which is hanging over a roaring waterfall. That is what is a hundred times worse. How I got there is no mystery of course, that horrible cabbage woman and her repulsive daughter Gothel trapped me here! I can hardly breathe. I am so uncomfortable. At least my hands are free, so I can write. You might say, why don't you just reach up and untie your feet? Well, have you ever been hanging by your feet about fifty feet in the air, upside down? If so, you would know how utterly impossible it is to get free. It is rather hard to write upside down too. I got ink splotches all over my face, and my writing never looked so bad.

(So you can picture the scene better)

Say, you know I can do here? I can bounce up and down and the branch shakes like crazy. Even the tree bends slightly. This is so much fun, I wonder if I could brake the branch off completely. That would be so much fun. It might lesson the boringness of the whole situation. I could even fall to my death. That would be so much less boring.

Joseph the still imprisoned and sick feeling prince

Day 23

Dear about to be freed me,

Have you ever slept hanging upside down from a tree branch? I didn't think so. Do you realize I am dying here? My brains have slowly leaked out of my ears over night, and my eyes are strained from caring my entire weight. I believe I must be having hallucinations too. Did you know people that have been on their head for two nights and a day with nothing to eat start hallucinating? Well guess what I saw climbing on the branch. I could have sworn it was Punz, who I shall now call Thorn, because reasons which are none of your business. Next to Punz Thorn was that annoying little robber midget, what's his name, ah yes, Rowan.

“Hold still sir.” Rowan said. Did you know that hallucinations could talk. Thorn barked at me. They bark too? How astonishing. Rowan tugged on the rope. The branch split and we all dropped into the water some fifty feet below us. What a joke! I love hallucinations, they are the best. But I could feel the pain just as well as if it really happened. I don't remember what it

Joseph the once more unconscious prince

Day 24

Dear very sick and possibly dying me,

I awoke and felt like someone had attempted to kill me. The pain was real. Thorn was standing over me barking wildly. My clothes were wet, and there was no sign of Rowan. Where was Rapunzel? Did Gothel and witch mama take her back to that horrible tower? I tried to sit up and my head started spinning. I lost three days worth of food, which was odd since I hadn't eaten in two days. My head was spinning and Thorn's barking was making my ears ache. I blinked a few times, and wondered where I was. My eyelids felt heavy as led. I closed them for a minute.

I awoke to find someone poking me. The shadows had lengthened and I knew more then a few hours had passed. Jerome and Eleanor were staring down at me.

“Oh lord of dragons, angels preserve us, king of heaven, someone, anyone, please tell me he isn't dead.” Jerome was babbling. I groaned.

“Jerome, dead people do not usually open and close their eyes.” Elanor cried. She knelt down beside me. “Can you move?” I choked, and tried to sit up. My head spun, quickly I lay down again.

“Nope.” I croaked.

“Jerome, run back for a few servants.” Eleanor ordered. She sounded calm and collected. Who knows, maybe she actually did this all the time. I lost interest in the proceedings again.

Once more I awoke. This time I was in my own bed. John was seated at my foot and Elise was fluttering about my head. Mother was directing the servants and there was a heavy, very damp cloth on my forehead.

“Water?” I croaked. Someone gave me a teaspoon of water. The beast. Then I remembered plunging down towards the churning water. I promptly threw up all the water, and then some of my insides.

I don't believe I shall write any more tonight. Yours truly, me.

Joseph the still sick prince

Day 25

Dear in desperate need of advice and feeling much better me,

Well, after another long terrible night, I believe I am on the path to recovery. Luckily no one has asked me what happened. All that rubbish about Thorn and a robber boy climbing a tree and jumping into the water with me, must have been an hallucination. But now that I am feeling much better, I am worrying non-stop about Rapunzel. Where is she? Did her cabbage selling mama harm her? Did she even try to save me?

After about two hours of worrying, instead of resting, I got out of bed. I was going to get some more advice. I felt dizzy and my stomach churned slightly, but I ignored it and staggered down to the older twins' bedchamber. Or the one that used to be theirs. I believe James and Belle had it now. When I entered, I found James sitting cross legged on the bed, sharpening a knife. He looked at me, then shot off the bed.

“What are you doing up?” he yelped and forced me to sit down on a chair.

“James, I need advice, real bad.” I said.

“Let me give you some.” he said sharply, “Get back in your bed and stay there until mother says you can get.”

“But I want to get married.” I wailed before I could bite my tongue. James sat down, forgetting that I was sitting in the chair.

“You what?” he squawked, “Who is this person?”

“Her name is Rapunzel, she has fourteen feet of hair, and her mama bought her for a pile of cabbage.” I said. Inwardly I cursed myself. That had sounded so much better in my mind.

“In that case, offer her mama cabbage for her hand.” James said. He was most certainly poking fun at me. I stood up.

“I just might do that.” I snapped and returned to my own bedchamber.

Joseph the very annoyed prince

The Lost brother Characters

Eleanor's birthday book, real world Robin Hood retelling without any of the historical facts.

It's also a bit of "The Prince and the Pauper."

 Edward, the hero. Supposed prince of England.

Edmund, the ally. Twin brother of Edward.

Robert ex-baron of Locksley, the mentor.

Lord Thompson, the villain. Regent of England.

Lady Marian, ward of the king.

Ellen, hero's sister.

Bet. (Yes I'm terrible at drawing small children.) Bet is Edward's niece.

Edna, Bet's mother, Edward's sister.

Eldir, one of Edward's brothers.

Much, the millers son.

John of Norholt. Outlaw.

William of Scarlett. Outlaw.

William Gamling. Outlaw.

Henry Gamling. Outlaw.

Stanford. Lord Thomas' steward.

Lizzy. A maid. (I think)

Sir Guy. Royal assassin.

Edward as an outlaw.

The twins, Edward and Edmund.

Marian and Edward, right after the boy was injured.

Spoiler picture for book two. It's supposed to be Sir Guy, on a special mission from the man he's actually being paid to kill.

Another spoiler picture. Not sure what's happening here. I just didn't feel like drawing a scene from book one.

Edna and Bet.

~E

The Diary of a NOT so Charming Prince, part 10

Before I post the story, I would like to apologize for the terrible puns. I did find them on the internet since I didn't know any.

The Diary of a Not So Charming Prince

Prince Joseph's diary

Day 21

After wandering around in a marsh for hours Punz showed up. I rushed to his side and hugged him. I was so relieved that the thieves had not killed him.

“That mangy mutt betrayed us, how can you embrace him?” Rapunzel asked. Apparently girls have no idea how true the saying about dogs being mans best friend, is.

“He is my faithful Punz.” I told her coolly, “He never betrayed me!”

“Hold on, I thought his name was Lasso?” Rapunzel cried. Girls sure are dumb.

“I changed it to Punz after I found out what a lasso was capable of.” I told her. It should have already been obvious to her. Rapunzel was silent for a while, except for the slapping sound as she tried to kill the mosquitoes before they drained all her blood. Then a glint entered her eyes. I tightened my grip on Punz's flee bit tin mangy hide.

“Let me tell you a few puns, Joseph. They are so punnily.” she smirked.

“Huh?” I gaped. The slow drainage of blood had obviously destroyed what reason she had.

“Did I tell you about the man my mama cut the entire left side of his body?” she asked. My hair literally stood up on end.

“She did what?” I croaked.

“He is all right.” Rapunzel whispered.

“He must have been very strong.” I said impressed, “It certainly is amazing that he is alrgiht. He probably lost some important parts of his- wait did you say all right, or alright?” My eyes started narrowing. This did not look promising. Rapunzel grinned. Was she making fun of me?

“Last week Gothel and I were arguing in the cellar.” she said, “Then a jug started coming at me.” I mentally braced myself. “Then it hit me! Gothel had thrown it.”

“UGH!” I screamed.

“It is a trap!” she cried.

“Where?” I yelled, and looked around wildly.
“If you spell part backwards.” she smirked. I stared at her, my eyes had narrowed to thin slits.

“What?” I asked grimly.

“I have a few jokes about unemployed people like you.” she said, “But I will not say them, because you do not work anyway!”

“Shut up! I yelled.

“I hope I did not ruffle you feathers!” she said sweetly. I stared hard at her. I had to think up a witty reply or live with those insults for the rest of my life.

“I see you are about to start on the bird puns!” I snarled, “Well toucan play at this game.”

“Huh?” she said. I felt a sense of peace wash over me.

“You know like the bird, toucan.” I pointed out, “You are so emu-sing.”

“Joseph, that does not even make any sense.” she said.

“You are so hawk-ward.” I smirked.

“JOSEPH?” Rapunzel snapped at me, “Your puns do NOT quack me up!”

“Your company is always a tweet!” I continued, feeling very pleased with myself.

“Sparrow me your horrible puns!” she snapped. She most certainly was not going to get the last pun in.

“Haha.” I laughed, “So now you are a mockingbird.”

“That is not even a pun.” she cried, I was about to lift my hands triumphantly, “You better not make me fly off the handle!” Blast! Punz was so getting a new name.

“Alright, I will beak careful!” I muttered. She turned and stalked off.

“Owl be right back.” she called over her shoulder.

“I am talon you that there is-” someone coughed and I clamped my mouth shut.

“Please do not move.” a cold voice from behind me said. I whirled, my hair literally stood up on end. I knew that voice.

“Mama?” Rapunzel gasped. A tall woman with stiff blond hair, yanked back in a bun was striding towards us. In one hand she held a hairless gray thing, which looked like a cross between a dead cat and deformed rat. The terrible mama of Rapunzel. The one that bought her daughter with cabbage.

“Rapunzel darling.” the woman said coldly, “I have been searching everywhere for you.”

“Mama, I can explain.” Rapunzel gasped. Her face had turned pale. I scowled. This woman had no right to treat people like trash.

“Madame why don't you leave the girl alone!” I snarled. The woman whirled and fixed a piercing gaze on me. I refused to wither.

“I am mama Gascony.” she hissed, “And you just made a mistake.”

“Goodbye silly little man.” Gothel's voice hissed from behind me. UGH! Why do these creeps keep materializing behind me. I whirled, just in time to see a stick swing at my face.

“Well this is hawk-ward.” I gasped, then I felt as if my head had exploded and everything went black.

Joseph the very much unconscious and totally punny prince

The Diary of a NOT so Charming Prince, part 9

The Diary of a Not So Charming Prince

Prince Joseph's diary

Day 19

Dear half dead me,

I am half drowned by rain! Half dead with cold! Half starved! Half blind- alright maybe not quite that! But I am half dead! We have been wandering around in a swamp all night. So in the future when a lady you are trying to impress asks to see the world, give her sweets instead. Because, believe me when I say there is no way you can impress a lady when you are sitting up to your shoulders in mud and crying like a baby for your nice comfortable bed! Not that I did that of course! Just almost!

I was half asleep and caked with an even layer of dry mud, when an arrow slammed into the ground between my feet. Punz started growling and snarling from the relative safety of behind my back. Rapunzel screamed and grabbed Polo around the neck. I was glad that I was on the other side of Polo otherwise she might have tried strangling me.

“It looks like we are being attacked!” I commented as I scraped crusty mud off my nose. Rapunzel glared at me.

“Where would you get that idea?” she demanded. From the arrow obviously. About ten or so people in ragged brown and green tunics shuffled out of the scraggly trees. Punz snarled at them. I booted him forward.

“Get over there and protect us!” I ordered. A small child person with dirty blond hair threw a rock at my poor dog. Punz put his tail between his legs and shot off through the mud whimpering. So much for his rotten loyalty.

“Your dog is as cowardly as you!” Rapunzel informed me as she unwrapped her arms from Polo's neck. This is hardly fair since I was no coward. Why I could even best Jaden at a shooting match! Isn't that bravery?

“What do we do with these persons?” the small blond haired boy asked. A big man who was twice as fat as me and head yellowed teeth leered at us.

“Bring 'em along Rowan!” he sneered. I drew my sword. That is when someone hit me from behind. OUCH! Some people just have no sense of a fair fight!

Joseph ill-used

Day 20

Dear brave me,

I awoke with a really bad headache. Oh my aching head. I could not even think clearly. I was lying on my side, staring at a blindingly bright fire, in what I suppose was a cave. I was also bound and stretched out in a puddle. Rowan the rotten little blond haired thief was polishing a saddle next to the fire. It was not just an saddle, it was MY saddle!

“Thief!” I croaked. Rowan did not even bother to look up, the filthy cur.

“Joseph, you are awake.” Rapunzel cried from behind me. She did not need to point out the obvious.

“Yes! Now untie me!” I yelped.

“I am sorry, but-”

“No talking!” Rowan ordered solemnly. I clamped my mouth shut. What had these monsters done to Polo? I hoped Punz had the sense to run home. Rowan got up and began to stir something in a bot.

“What is that?” Rapunzel asked. She sounded perfectly at ease. I rolled over on my back, so I could see her. Her long hair was covered in mud, dirt and twigs, but her face was perfectly calm.

“Horse stew!” Rowan said.

“MONSTER!” I screamed, angry tears stinging my eyes.

I do not know how long I lay in that mucky puddle mourning for my ill-behaved horse, but I finally came to my senses, when Rapunzel started poking me.

“Why can a fellow not even mourn his horse without a rude interruption?” I yelled.

“Really Joseph?” Rapunzel said, she sounded slightly disgusted, “Your precious horse is standing right behind you.” I squinted backwards.

“Oh.” I said flatly. Polo stared at me then nickered softly.

“Your friend is a big idiot!” Rowan told Rapunzel. She laughed. I scowled. That was hurtful.

“You know you will get caught.” I blustered, trying to cover up my embarrassment, my face felt like it was burning.

“Oh we can get out of it easily.” Rowan said calmly as he tasted what was not Polo stew.

“Have you ever been caught before?” Rapunzel asked.

“If not he soon will be!” I snapped. I wondered what this little snob would say if he knew I was a prince. Probably make my father pay a ransom for me. I scowled even harder. Father would be glad of the excuse to be rid of me forever.

“Yes.” Rowan said quietly, “It was almost seventeen years ago.”

“Seventeen years ago?” I repeated, “How old are you?”

“I am assuming it was before you were born.” Rapunzel said with a smile, “And you mean it was your gang caught, not you.” Rowan nodded.

“Seven years before. My father and three of his brothers, they run this group, stole some cabbage from a witch.” he said. I imagine that went poorly.

“And this witch caught them?” Rapunzel prompted.

“How did you escape?” I asked. Rowan's eyes narrowed.

“Father exchanged my sister for their freedom.” he said. Rapunzel choked.

“Gross!” I said. What kind of vulgar no good father uses his daughter's life to save his own wretched skin?

Our charming little conversation was interrupted as two large men, with hair that resembled straw stacks, entered the cave.

“So what are we doing with these two?” the older man asked.

“Do ya think we could maybe git a ransom for 'em?” the other one asked.

“Na.” his companion grunted, “Look at there clothes. They is poor grungy peasants!” I gritted my teeth, but kept my mouth shut. For once I was thinking straight and not loosing my temper. The second man pulled on his neckerchief and let his tongue protrude from his mouth and his eyes bulged.

“How about a sudden drop?” he asked. I felt my blood begin to curdle.

“Excellent Nibs.” the older man said, “I shall fetch the others, you git the rope.”

Once they were gone, I let out a long agonized wail. You would probably have done the same thing if you knew that you were going to be hung.

“We are going to be hung and turned into crows meat!” I bellowed.

“Tell your dumb friend to shut up!” Rowan said. Rapunzel inched towards me.

“Joseph calm down.” she said. I hesitated. Rowan drew a knife.

“UGH!” I screamed. Rapunzel winced. Rowan rolled his eyes and marched over to us. I sat up. A surprising accomplishment, if you consider that I was tied up. I inched in front of Rapunzel.

“Fight an unarmed man will you?” I snarled. He rolled his eyes again. I was seriously getting sick of this idiot, with his eye rolling and I am better then you attitude. He grabbed me by the neck. I closed my eyes. The cold steal sliced through my shirt and barely grazed my skin. I jerked my eyes opened with another yelp. Rowan was cutting me free. Then he moved on to Rapunzel.

Once we were free, Rowan grabbed Polo's bridle and led him over to us. I reached for the saddle, but Rowan grabbed my arm and threatened me with the knife.

“You take your lady friend and get out of here.” he said, “The saddle stays with me.”

“Why?” I asked angrily, “That's my-”

“The gems encrusted in the side will sell quite well.” Rowan said smoothly, “They will bring us a fortune!”

“Monster!” I snarled, but I put Rapunzel on Polo's back and climbed up behind her. That saddle was a gift from my father. John had one just like it. Justin and James also had matching saddles too. It was part of the perks of being a twin.

Once we had left the cave far behind, Rapunzel remarked on the fact that there was no thieves anywhere near the mouth of the cave.

“It is almost as if they wanted us to escape.” she said. What a fool! Who complains that they escaped easily?

“But they still got my saddle!” I grumbled out loud. Rapunzel kicked me. It was an awkward kick since she was sitting in front of me on a galloping horse.

“How can you talk about a saddle at a time like this?” she cried.

“It was my special saddle!” I mumbled.

“That boy, Rowan.” she said, ignoring me, “He was my brother!” I froze. How could he be her brother? What about her scary mama, and sister Gothel?

“What?” I squawked.

“I'm serious, if they sold me for a handful of cabbage then that boy is my sister! After all my mama is a witch!” Oh gross my future in-law is going to be a witch?

Joseph the very shocked prince

P.S.

I did not say my mama was a witch! And she most certainly is not going to be your future in-law, unless you are planning on marrying Gothel!

~Rapunzel

Me again,

DUH!

Rapunzel speaking,

What is that supposed to mean?

Me again,

Would you leave my stupid diary alone?

Rapunzel speaking,

Why are you so grouchy?

Me again,

I am so not answering that!

New Brotherband book

Finally John Flanagan is coming out with another book.

The Caldera

The Herons take to the high seas to fend off pirates and rescue the heir to an empire in the newest adventure from John Flanagan, author of the worldwide bestselling Ranger's Apprentice!
In Hallasholm, Stig is contesting the annual Maktig competition to decide Skandia’s greatest warrior. But a late-night knock on the door brings someone Stig never expected to see again, along with a request the Herons are hard-pressed to refuse: a rescue mission of epic proportions.

Across the ocean, the southern city-state of Byzantos is plagued by a crew of pirates who’ve kidnapped the son of Empress Justina. Slipping out of Hallasholm under the cover of darkness, the brotherband sets sail to recover the boy from his kidnappers, heading south to the island of Santorillos where a near-impenetrable fortress stands atop a cliff, surrounded by a lagoon—a caldera—formed by the crater of a volcano.

~E

The Diary of a NOT so Charming Prince, part 8

The Diary of a Not So Charming Prince

Prince Joseph's diary

Day 17

Dear overly tired me,

To all men out there, let me give you a word of advice. Never promise to give a lady her dearest wish until you know what it is! I learned very much from that mistake.

I arrived at the tower midday. I had a bag of sweets and a large bouquet of flowers in Polo's saddle bag. I had even groomed Lasso, whom from now on I shall be calling Punz, for reasons no one needs to be knowing. I knocked on the tower.

“Rapunzel are you home?” I called in a honey sweet voice. She appeared at the window.

“You came back?” she cried. I could almost believe she sounded happy.

“Of course I came back!” I cried, “Can I come up?”

“Just a minute.” she called back, then wrapped her braid around the hook and lowered it down to me.

Once I reached the tower I realized that I had left the flowers and sweets n the saddle bag. Once I finished cursing myself, I remembered my manners. I bowed gracefully. I even managed to regain my balance after almost tripping. For some reason she was laughing. Perhaps she is not used to such gallantry.

“My dear Rapunzel, what do you desire most?” I asked. She stared at me. I wondered if perhaps I should have bowed after the question.

“To know your name.” she said. What kind of stupid wish was that.

“You want to know my name?” I yelped, “What happened with wanting good old fashioned sweets and beautiful roses?”

“Well-”

“What happened to damsels in distress fainting and singing? What happened to girls liking flowers?”

“But-”

“How can a girl ask for something so dumb?” I noticed that her arms were crossed and she had one eyebrow raised. “What?”

“I would still like to know your name.” she said. Stupid! Stupid! Stupid!

“Joseph!” I said bluntly, “It is easy to remember, because all my brothers names start with J too!”

Sometimes girls are really really greedy! I mean so greedy that it bothers me. If a boy had been asked what his favorite wish was, he would have had the dignity to name only one wish. I ask Rapunzel and she names two! Greedy! Greedy! Greedy! Her first wish was to know my name, of course. Stupid! Stupid! Stupid! Her second wish was something that you will never ever guess! It is just as stupid as the first wish!

“I wish I could see the world!” she said. See, so dumb and stupid! She did not even wish for one small bag of gold.

“Easy, just climb down your hair and take a look!” I told her.

“That is really stupid.” she retorted.

“So is carting around a hundred feet of hair!” I snapped.

“It is not even fifteen feet.” she protested.

“Fine!” I snapped, “I shall take you to see the world!” I have never seen anyone so excited as her.

Getting out of the tower was a lot of hard, really hard work. I am totally exhausted. I climbed down first, then waited on the ground, while she unwrapped her braid. She used it like a pulley, to lower herself as far as if would go before dropping the rest of the way. I would say she dropped lightly and gracefully into my arms, and I caught her like a feather. But that would be a lie. What really happened was she dropped into my arms and flattened my like a patty cake. It was painful!

Once we were back on her feet, I put her on Polo, and grandly offered to walk. But my loyal horse would not budge without me on his back as well. He shall get a lump of sugar for that. Now I really must go. There is a whole world waiting to be seen.

Joseph the renowned traveler

P.S.

This is Rapunzel writing. Joseph lied! Polo would not move because I would not let him. I made Joseph climb up behind me.

Sheesh! Write in my diary, will you? This is private! Keep out!

Day 18

Dear soaked and much abused me,

I hate traveling! In stories you read about great adventures, but they are mostly lies. They never mention the burning nettle, rain, flies, biters, crawlers, vultures, snakes, mud, cold, heat, and the general lack of a hot meal and warm bed. Another thing is, when a girl is toting around fourteen feet of extra long hair, be prepared for a lot of back braking.

I tolerated, sitting behind Rapunzel for nearly an hour. But then I was breathing and eating hair. It was literally killing me. I told Polo one of us was getting off. Rapunzel sure was not going to be a lady and let me ride my own horse, so I considered pushing her off. But before I could, Polo bucked us both off.

“You pushed me!” Rapunzel screeched, as she hung upside down from a tree by her hair. It would have been comical if I was not lying face down in a pile of some fresh forest leftovers. I will leave it to your imagination.

“I did not push you!” I screeched, as I spat and rubbed my tongue. Punz bounded around us barking, and Polo looked down his nose at us. I really and sincerely hate traveling.

It was hours before we got Rapunzel's hair untangled. By that time, her hair was pulling half the forest. It was disgusting. Punz even went for a ride on it. GROSS! I went for my knife.

“What are you doing?” Rapunzel screeched as he dragged her hair away from me.

“Giving you a much needed haircut!” I retorted, “This journey is a no go, until you get your head sheered!”

“You cannot!” she sobbed. I stared at her, one would think that she would be eager to rid herself of at least twelve feet of the horrible hair. “Mama would murder me.” Her mother must be demented.

“Consider, that you already left her and ran away with the first available man.” I told her bluntly, “If she is not angry about that, then you are probably safe!”

“No, you do not know mama!” she protested.

“Tell her I forced you to get it cut!” I snarled. I reached for the disgusting stuff. She snapped the hair at me. “OUCH!” I screamed as the knife was flicked out of my hand. Now thanks to Miss selfish, I have an angry red welt on the palm of my hand. I can tell that it is going to be a long hard and very distressful journey.

Joseph the silent suffer

Sky and Companions drawings

"Cypress Blooms in Summer" cover. This is just a really short book. The only thing of importance is the trial and even that is not really important. So this could be considered a bonus book. The bench on the front, really turned out terrible.

Daisy Blue-Eyes. I was trying to do a her in a new hair style. The kind she would have worn in prison but as you all can see it really did not turn out.

 Cypress Rainfall and Summer Sweetflower. (I'm not going to check and see if I have there names right). Summer's hair should be much longer.

 Sky Heavenview and Winter Farsight. Something really went wrong with Winter. I stink at drawing two people together with appropriate sizes. Winter was supposed to be an inch t

 Skara and Hyacinth. For those of you who have read the other "Sky and Companions" books, no Skara was not in any of them prior to "White Sky" she met Hyacinth on board the ship that rescued him and Sky after they left Bleak Island. To read more of that you would have to read "The Ranger's Bow and the Pirate Fleet."

 Peony Appleflower and Jess/Rain Black-Eyes. Something is really wrong with this picture. Before anyone says Jess has really weird eyes, I'm going to say that his eyes are black, so that's not a mistake.

 Robert, Ella and Elbert Corkilin. To those of you that have read "The Dragon-Slayer" trilogy in the St. Joan's Times, yes, this is the same Robert and Ella. So this picture is actually a spoiler. I am terrible at drawing small children.

 Spring Sweetwater and her brother Fall Laughingbrook. Every time that I have drawn Spring she has turned out really weird.

 Salmon and two of his children. Dill Clearwater and Pepper.

Craven and his wife Lily Cloudseer.

~E