The Curse of the Grimlees

Book one of the Everlasting Fantastical Adventures series (children's fantasy adventure books). In this book Shehalogon the Grimlee hatches the first of her plots in the Land of Dreams.

A taste of what lies within...

        …The last words of her father ran through her head. No one else had heard those words whispered to a young daughter by an old dying father with his very last breathe. He told her she would have to do a task she would find extremely hard, one that seemed to be against her own nature, but unless she fulfilled the Prophecy, all Grimlees would be doomed. “At the very end Shehalogon, remember to follow your heart.”

She would not let her father down, she would not let the Imperious down, and she would not let her Nation down. All around her, life continued on as normal no one in the Land of Dreams suspected the coming Prophecy of the Grimlees.

 

 

"I have a series of assorted sensations for you to enjoy this evening, seven to be precise …" the Great Wizard paused, "We will start off with the Goblin Racer, move on to the Highlander's Delight, followed by the Jolly Jester. After which we will celebrate the King's Coronation Ball, and marvel at the Long Light Liberation, then be bewildered by the phenomenal Parrots, Pirates, and Pancakes Piratical Pyrotechnics. Finally we will be taken on an awesome trip with The Troll's Totally Titanic Terribly Triumphant Toothy Tongue Tingler!" Grumphspawn seemed very pleased with himself as he announced the list and the smile on his face when he gave the name of the last firework, was like the splitting of a cliff face.

        The audience gave him an enthusiastic round of applause as they settled back to watch with growing anticipation.

        Above them, the stars gleamed and sparkled like diamonds in the sky. A stellar backdrop highlighting the darkness of the space in between them, a space that seemed full of expectation, as if it was waiting for something extraordinary …

 

        From the shadows, on the edge of the gathering, a silent menacing shape slipped behind a thick bowed tree. The shape was very careful not to be seen, which was easy with everyone’s attention focussed on the goblin green firework. It watched the crowd’s pleasure at the rocket and its eyes filled with fury. It did not like anyone having fun and thought how mindless these creatures must be to enjoy such childishness. “Now to have some fun of my own,” it thought meanly to itself, “who and what can I steal …”