The air is getting crisper, the holidays are getting nearer, and some of us are dreaming about flying away to escape the end of the year madness. I don’t really know why but every year when autumn comes I’m grabbed by this urgency to write a holiday story, and while Eight Feet of Magic takes you on a flight to the Arctic Circle instead of serving you eggnogs by a crackling fire, it is a kind of holiday story.
I’m doing a little wattpad experiment and will post two chapters a week, it’s fourteen chapters long, up until Christmas…which only is about seven weeks away :o. If you’re not a Wattpadder or don’t have the patience to wait for seven weeks, you can always buy the story :).
It’s live on Smashwords and will pop up on the other retailers within a few days, but the first chapter is up on wattpad.
There is still magic to be found. Even in the bleakest of places.
Hank Goodenough has spent his entire life in the smoggy streets of London trying to keep his head down and not to get noticed. Not an easy feat when you’re the tallest one in the room and have a brass funnel protruding from your head. When he finds himself laid off work once again, his dad wants to drag him away on a crazy quest. Before he can figure out how to get out of it, he finds himself on a steam-driven airship in search of Odin, the old Norse God and sharing a room with Captain Elazar Steel, a man strutting around on one high-heeled boot and one peg leg.
Steel doesn’t care that the winks, smiles, and small touches he and Hank share might get them hanged once they land on the ground again. He is determined to show Hank there is magic in the world and that there is no better place to be than on his balloon ship steering towards the Arctic Circle in the search of a Yule miracle.