Wednesday, March 5, 2014

Blog Tour - The Orphan and the Thief by M.L. LeGette

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The Orphan and the Thief An adventure that will keep you and your kids spellbound.
Toad thought it’d be easy to steal from Mr. Edward P. Owl. Unfortunately for Toad, he isn’t the best of thieves. Caught in the act, he’s in more trouble than ever before. Now to save his hide, Toad must track down five rare potion ingredients for Mr. Owl. Or else.All Melena Snead wants is her family back, but after the Miggens Street Fire, that isn’t very likely. Orphaned and miserable, forced to work in an apothecary, she’s determined to find Milo, her missing brother. No matter what. When Melena finds Toad ransacking her apothecary, Toad gets a nasty shock: apothecaries don’t carry Mr. Owl’s ingredients. Luckily, Melena’s willing to help, for a price. With Melena’s pet Spit-Fire dragon and Toad’s enchanted talking beer mug, they embark on a fantastical journey, traveling the country in search of the potion ingredients. But can they gather all of them in time, what with monsters, pirates, and axe-wielding thieves? And if they do, is there an even greater danger waiting for them at the end?
  Praise: [LeGette is] able to twist her unique fairy-tales to fit the imagination of children and the attention of adults. Five stars ... The Orphan and the Thief is definitely worth reading! -- Abigail / Goodreads Review M.L. Legette conjures up a captivating magical tale in The Orphan and the Thief. I loved this story and I could not put my Kindle down until I finished the last page. This charming story is so good that it may very well become a classic. -- Karen Dowdall, Author of Delphi Altair: Strange Beginnings  
OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERAM.L LeGette: Melissa Lee LeGette has been writing seriously since she was a teen. She loves an old world vibe with a magical twist, and she puts her full focus on creating believable characters--even if they happen to be a talking beer mug. Her books are targeted for children and teens, but have been enjoyed by adults of all ages. She lives in Georgia where she helps run a family farm, so her nails are a fright.


            Panicking, Toad rushed, “Come on, Gent. There’s gotta be somethin’ that ya want! My prices are reasonable!”
            “The price is your life,” Mr. Owl stated, gently placing the dragon statue upon the desk.
            Mr. Ogg stopped again, his ham-sized hands falling back to his sides. Toad fell silent, too stunned to dare hope that he wasn’t about to be killed.
            “Let me explain how this will work, Mr. Toad. If tonight was like any other night I would happily see your neck snapped and toss you out like the bit of filth that you are.” He gave a heavy sigh. “However, the Hickory Guard have become annoyingly tedious ever since that upstart became Captain.”
            “Ya mean Dowell?” asked Toad.
            “The man has become so inflated with self importance that he’s actually having me followed. Can you imagine? Me?”
            “That’s … awful?” said Toad awkwardly, unsure how to respond.
            “So, you will forgive me for not wanting to waste Mr. Ogg’s talents on you with so little preplanning.” He gave the window a casual glance. “I’m sure a guard is stationed outside somewhere and disposing of your body without detection will be troublesome to say the least.”
            “Pardon me, sir,” Mr. Ogg interrupted, “but it would be no trouble.”
            “Ah, Mr. Ogg! How I like you!” Mr. Owl cheered. “Always ready to break a neck. Good fellow!”
            “We can stash him in one of the upstairs rooms,” Mr. Ogg continued in his deep, ocean floor voice. “I’ll make sure he won’t bleed.”
            “But a body, even in such a large house, will be difficult to hide if Dowell decides to search the place, as he has been hinting at for the last fortnight. No, no, my man. We cannot afford the risk of housing him here.”
            Toad sat still in his chair. It wasn’t every day that his own murder was discussed in such a light, conversational manner.


           “Ya know ’bout the stuff on my list, don’t ya?” demanded the boy.
            Melena couldn’t bring herself to lie.
            “Yes,” she said, grudgingly.
            “Then why don’t you be my guide?” he asked, excitedly.
            “Because I’m not going to troop around Calendula, risking my life, for half a dozen potion ingredients, that’s why.”
            “What d’ya mean, riskin’ your life?” said the boy. He actually laughed. “This won’t be any trouble.”
            “Any—” Melena’s voice died in her throat at the ridiculousness of his statement. She snatched the list back from his hand and thrust it under his nose.
            “Springs of Mirg. Located in the very northern tip of Calendula, practically crawling with slinkwing dragons. Elfin Gold—only found in the Caves of Dunthur, caves so complex that only an expert can safely travel them. Unicorns are nearly impossible to find and try yanking some hair from their tails and see what they do with that horn. Not to mention how foolish and dangerous it is to mix ingredients at random—it can be deadly. Need I continue?”
            The boy’s dark eyes were round.
            “So it’ll be difficult—what else is new?”


           It was a beer mug. The ugliest, foulest beer mug in Calendula, and yet Melena couldn’t stop staring at it. It had been fashioned to look like a human face. The color of its ‘skin’ was a sickly tan with a splattering of pale spots all over, like the skin of someone who had baked in the sun one time too many. It had tiny, striped, glass blue marbles for eyes that spun about in a frenzy, making Melena’s stomach twist sickly at the sight. A beaked nose sat above an enormous mouth and that mouth was what she couldn’t stop staring at, even more so than the spinning eyes, for it took up half its face.
            With its spotted skin, frightful eyes, and long white teeth that jutted out and curved like the bars of a birdcage, it looked like something that belonged to a freak show. Or something that danced about in nightmares. And even worse: it was talking.
            “Ahhh, sunlight,” it commented with a sigh.
            Melena stared at Toad.
            “What?” he asked.
            “What is it?”
            “Such an enchanting day,” the beer mug mused through its frightful grin.
            “He’s Joe,” said Toad. “Ol’ Joe. The Bewitched Beer Mug of Thieves. I saw him in that crazy lady’s wagon.”
            “So of course, you decided to steal him!”
            “He doesn’t belong t’her,” replied Toad, hotly. “His rightful place is among thieves. Anyone who has Joe is the Thief Lord. Everybody knows that. I couldn’t let him stay with that—woman.”
            “Wait, slow down. You’re a Thief Lord now?” asked Melena, incredulously.
            Toad’s grin mirrored the beer mug’s.
            “Sure am!”
            “But—but how?”
            “What d’ya mean how?” Toad snapped, glaring at her. “I just am.”
            “But,” Melena pressed, utterly confused, “how can a beer mug make you a Lord?”
            “That doesn’t matter! It’s just the way it is. It’s been this way forever. Everybody knows the rules.”
            The hideous beer mug started humming his stupid song again and then expelled a loud belch. How something like that made you a Thief Lord, Melena could not fathom.


            “Master Toad, Lady Melena, Hazel”—Hazel grunted in her sleep—“I have the great pleasure to introduce Miss Agatha,” said Joe, his voice at his lowest baritone.
            They stared at the spider. She swung upside down, her eight black eyes glinting in the late afternoon sunlight. Then, very suddenly, she lifted one leg and waved it in what was unmistakably half a handshake.
            Awkwardly, Toad and Melena waved back.
            “How d’you know her?” Toad asked Joe out of the corner of his mouth.
            “We met long ago,” said Joe with a reminiscent sigh. “I was so terribly lonely and Miss Agatha visited me to keep me company.”
            Without warning, Agatha slid down her thread toward Ol’ Joe, but she stopped short and took a few scuttles back up, creating a small loop. Without hesitation, as Toad and Melena watched, she slipped through the loop—and disappeared.
            Toad stared with his mouth open at the swaying noose, still dangling from the mirror’s frame. Agatha was gone! As if erased from sight. Erased from the air.
            “W-what happened?” Melena cried. “Where’d she go?”
            “Probably to the garden. Miss Agatha is so very fond of gardens.” Ol’ Joe caught the stunned looks on their faces and chuckled. “My apologies. I forget that her means of travel startles those who don’t expect it. Miss Agatha can do … tricks with her web, and slipping is one of them.”
            “Slippin’?” Toad repeated, his eyes very round. “She did that just now?”
            “Quite.” Joe nodded. But he narrowed his marble eyes and, glancing out the sun-soaked window, said rather shrewdly, “She shouldn’t startle people, though.”

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