In a magical realm........ where one could Time-Linx between portals and
bridge gaps in time... lived Persephane Pendrake...a young witch and
general offender of the norm, with her dragonfly familiar, trigger-shy
dragon, and best friend Thaddeus...
This is their story.....
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Enter a magical world of mystery and wonder, where fantasy reigns supreme and casual chatter sparkles green. Meet Persephane (or Persy as she prefers), Thaddeus, Benson and P-C as they embark on their enchanted adventures to thwart the evil witch Melanthios.
Push the outer boundaries of your imagination into a world where Persy (a very talented almost 13 year old witch) and her close friend Thaddeus (a 13 year old wizard) with their familiars –Benson (a very cheeky dragonfly) and P-C (a far from brave dragon) pit magic, bravery, skill and allegiances from a swarm of magical creatures against the tall, dark and malevolent Melanthios.
Follow them as they wind through periods in time, to discover ancient magic from cultures all throughout the history of the world.
Success for Melanthios means that the entirety of this planet will fall under her control. Our world will become dark, bleak, cold and lorded over by her demons – forever.
Pull up a chair, sit back, and join them in their quest as Persy and her friends race against fate and time, to stop Melanthios from her evil plot to collect nine mystical objects of power scattered throughout the world to become the “All Powerful One.”
Nine books.. Three trilogies.. The Persephane Pendrake Chronicles.
They aren’t in the Forest more than five minutes when both Persy and Thaddeus detect the drastic temperature drop and the mists developing along either side of them from the Forest floor.
“Uh-oh,” states Thaddeus grimly. “Guess who.”
“Hey, Julius, look what blows in when you don’t put a fence around your forest,” says Marc chuckling, slowly taking full form.
“Very funny, Marc,” says Persy. “Bet you slayed them at ‘Saturday Nite Live at the Coliseum’!”
“As a matter of fact, ‘Yappicus Muchicus’, I held my own,” Marc retorts, looking down his nose at Persy, “I held my own.”
“Is it puzzle time?” P-C asks obliviously, looking expectantly at Julius.
“You bet, you pink precious,” Cleo chimes in from behind P-C. The lady specters manifest simultaneously.
Benson, not to be ignored, chimes in. “Right, then...let’s ‘ave it!”
This time Nefertiti questions them. Very excited, she begins, “After having eaten their lunch in a park, a couple of twentieth century dwarf children are playing with a plastic ball, when it accidentally rolls into a hole, not much bigger in diameter than the ball itself and about four feet deep. They both looked down at the ball in horror—it was a gift from the girl’s grandfather, and she knows there’ll be a lot of static for her if she loses it.
Now, as you know, dwarves tend to have thick fingers and short arms, so try as both of the children do, they can’t get the ball out. What do they do?” she pauses.