December 1st, makes you wonder where this year went, doesn’t it? Right now the kids are in the kitchen making gingerbread cookies and I have saffron buns on the rise. Once they’re done we’ll have some glögg (like mulled wine but without any alcohol) and freshly made gingerbread cookies…or the kids will, I’ll just have the glögg, gluten is a bitch LOL. And this morning the kids opened their first presents in their advent calendars.
Do you like advent calendars?
Over at my facebook page, I will post a snipped of Eight Feet of Magic every day from now to Christmas Eve. The first post is already up. So hop on over there and read!
In the story, there is an advent calendar, a steampunk version of one, and Captain Elazar Steel is happy to share its content.
There will be a post every day at 6 a.m. (my time). Read it and share it with your friends if you think they’ll like it.
Happy December!
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 is 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.
Ofelia Grand 