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"I can't locate the key."
INNERLAND/The Door
"Haloo, haloo! Open up!", cried a loudly insistent, husky voice.
The noisy battering on the door continued.
"I don't hear anything now, Tvek, perhaps it was nothing," a softer, feminine voice exclaimed.
"We heard what we heard, Jula," the husky, peevish voice snapped. "No one has lived in this house for a long time, so t'was no reason to hear anything a'tall. Now hush up with y then, whilst we try to discover just what all that loud clatterin' and thumpin' t'were all about." With that, the halooing and door banging resumed loudly, and if possible, with even more vigor. Marc touched a cautious hand to his forehead. Wincing, he found a large painful lump had appeared. He discovered another seemed to be forming just below his right eye. The youth got to his feet. He took a tentative step.
The relieved teenager found that he must not have broken his arms or legs. Somewhat shaky Marc walked toward the door where all the raucous banging and calling continued.
"Curious," he muttered. This particular panel seemed to be a replica of the one there in the attic. Marc even found a similar ornate knob and keyhole. However, the slot was quite empty. The key was missing. "Hold on a minute," Marc exclaimed. He looked on the floor, took in the empty peg near the door panel. "I can't locate the key."
"Did y'put it in yr pocket?" came the fast rejoinder from the gravelly voice.
"I didn't take it out of the key hole," Marc shouted through the door.
"If y didn't take it out, it would still be there." The gentle, feminine voice quietly replied. "Look in yr pocket then, dear."
Sounds almost like Nanny Rose when she was almost exasperated with my duncey kid ways, chuckled an amused Marc. Hmm.., wonder if this might work? Marc took the attic door key from his wallet and slipped it into the open slot. Slow and deliberate Marc turned the key. Grinning he heard the reassuring 'click' as the mechanism unlocked. The bolt slid as the latch moved into place. Marc turned the knob as he opened the door to greet whomever it was that sounded so much like his beloved Nanny.
"Good Grief, lad, y'be bleedin.”
Leaping backward Marc's happy, welcoming smile vanished. The astonished young man surveyed both his guests. Marc stared in amazement at the two creatures now standing before him.
The one who had just spoken and was now peering at him through thick, round, wire rimmed eyeglasses was well-nigh as tall as Marc. The startled youth found himself facing a being covered over in feathers.
"Why. You. You're an owl." sputtered Marc. "But. How can? Good Grief, you are THIS owl." sputtered Marc. The bemused fellow thrust the key at the being.
"A course I'm an owl." Glaring at Marc the being’s tart reply sounded. "Jula is a Kiwi. And, y'be a human." He paused for a moment before resuming his tirade. "AND y'be a human what is bleedin'! Y'blame fool, what was it y'were trying to do then?" Shaking his head, the owl looked first at the scraps of wood laying on the floor, then at Marc and at last peered up at the broken stair case.
"Hush, Tvek." The other being spoke with a gentle voice. Fluttering and fussing, she motioned toward a small wooden stool. "Here dear. Pay him no mind. You just sit down here on this stool and let Jula look at that cut. There we are then. Yes."
Marc stared in amazement as both birds moved into the chamber beside him. They did not seem to be at all out of sorts with him. The duo quite behaved as though all birds talked, dressed in jerkins and acted as they did.
"Good Grief. I must have ..."
Shaking his head and muttering soft grumbles to himself, Tvek began picking up the broken pieces of the staircase. Jula clucked and fluttered as she began rummaging in a cupboard. "Ah, just the ticket then," she came up with some soft cloths and scurried to the table near where the dazed Marc was now sitting and staring in confusion.
"Jono, come here," called the Kiwi toward the open doorway to someone, or most probable, a something, as yet unseen. Marc felt only the very mildest surprise when a cheerful, bright-eyed squirrel darted into the room. This latest wore a natty, bright blue jerkin, soft black leather boots and a darker blue tam. The amiable squirrel nodded cheerful greetings. He grinned at Marc, picked up the bucket Jula indicated and darted back out the door.
"I must have hit my head a lot harder than I thought." Marc spoke in a voice that was more than a whisper.
PART 4
INNERLAND/The Door
by Tomsdattar
A VanGoach Books Publication
ISBN 1-894618-01-7
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| Reviewed by J Howard |
11/19/2011 |
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| what an interesting twist...i did not see this coming. how fun this must have been to conceive and write. |
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| Reviewed by Regis Auffray |
9/21/2008 |
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A fine story, Molly. Congratulations! Love and best wishes,
Regis |
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| Reviewed by Mary Coe |
10/2/2007 |
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| Very exciting and interesting story. a very good write. |
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| Reviewed by Sandra Mushi |
6/25/2007 |
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This is a great write, Molly! I see Alice in Wonderland wincing ... lol ... you have such talent!
God bless,
Sandie. |
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| Reviewed by Barbara Terry |
3/31/2005 |
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This whole mini-series is just great. Loved every word of it, and it is so vivid in description I could actually see Tvek and Jula administering to Marcs cuts and bruises. I could see the stairwell as it broke, and Marc falling. So very vivid Molly, thnx for sharing. May the Lord Jesus bless you, and be with you always, and at your side constantly. With much love in my heart, joy to the world, peace on earth, & (((HUGS))), Barbie
"If I have to...Then I may as well be." |
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| Reviewed by A Serviceable Villain |
1/23/2005 |
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M J,
Marvelous part 3 - finely done ... Bravo!!
Best wishes,
Robert |
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| Reviewed by E T Waldron |
11/7/2003 |
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| Molly how do you do it? You must have 34 hour days where you are;-) this is a fantastic write. My appetite is whet, is it fantasy, mystery both;-) you have become quite a writer!All the best to you! |
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| Reviewed by OnepoetGem *the Poetic Rapper |
6/10/2003 |
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| Such a good story, from a good writer. GEM |
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| Reviewed by Jeremy |
5/4/2003 |
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| Good fantasy read; and I love the genre - this ranks up there among all my favorites! |
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| Reviewed by Nancy Pawley |
5/4/2003 |
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| GReat story, Molly..I really enjoyed reading it. |
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| Reviewed by Sandie Angel |
5/4/2003 |
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An excellent story indeed! Molly, you are truly a gifted and creative writer. Wonderful story!
Sandie Angel :o) a.k.a. May Lu $*_*$ |
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| Reviewed by James Samdavid1 |
5/4/2003 |
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| Haw, it was a hoot. You have quite an imagination there girlie! He he he he he.. I really liked it, keep it going please! james d.samdavid1 |
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| Reviewed by Pam Potter |
5/2/2003 |
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The amiable squirrel nodded cheerful greetings. He grinned at Marc, picked up the bucket Jula indicated and darted back out the door.
"I must have hit my head a lot harder than I thought." Marc spoke in a voice that was more than a whisper.
love that line... |
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| Reviewed by Louise Klement |
5/1/2003 |
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| Very imaginative!! Great job. Keep it up! |
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| Reviewed by Molly Ross, eBook Reviews Weekly |
5/1/2003 |
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| Love the story, Molly, keep up the great work! |
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| Reviewed by Bianca Boonstra |
5/1/2003 |
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| Excellent story Molly! |
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| Reviewed by Tina Zang |
4/30/2003 |
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| This is getting better and better Molly :-) Cheers, Tina |
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| Reviewed by Fr. Kurt Messick |
4/30/2003 |
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| Great story! |
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| Reviewed by john |
4/30/2003 |
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| Intriguing, Molly! Caught me out at the end... thanks! |
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| Reviewed by Victoria Murray |
4/29/2003 |
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Thought provoking! I like it, Molly!!! Great job!
Hugs,
Victoria |
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