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Category:
Children
Publisher: Thomas Lee Publishing
ISBN-10: 098269041X
Type: Fiction
Pages: 44
Copyright: Oct., 4, 2010
ISBN-13: 9780982690413
Emily Holmes lives in a grand, ole castle in Scott's Lynn, England during medieval, 15th century. She's no ordinary girl. She's the daughter of a noble and courageous knight, Sir Guy and the fair and beautiful, Lady Elena. Life should be wonderful, right? She's eats regularly, she can read and write and play instruments, wears all the latest fashions and though forbidden for young ladies-she's an excellent swordsman. Ah, but she would give it all up for just one thing...
What happens when a young girl is awakened in the night by loud, scary noises? If she's Emily, Brave and Swift, the daughter of Sir Guy, she gathers her sword, leaps from her over-sized bed and tracks down the beast that has invaded her cozy castle.
Children will love this rhyming tale about a daring, young girl: the daughter of a knight, Sir Guy who is away battling or jousting or fighting off dragons all the time and an absent-minded mother busy with arranging social gatherings, teas and luncheons for the Ladies.
Emily, Brave and Swift blends together 15th century medieval times, some really gross trolls with a rather revolting appetite for...? and a little present day technology that result in a humorous collision of events.
What's in store for Emily? Adventure, a few surprises and who would have thought...a very happy ending!
Excerpt
A creak, a shuffle, a slide, a bump,
A rumble, a scrape, a smash, a thump.
Strange noises in the night,
Something's wrong, not quite right.
Darkness envelops young Emily’s room.
Blue-black so thick, it feels like a tomb.
Emily bolts up in her over-sized bed.
She listens, she swivels her tussled, brown head.
She leans in closer to favor one ear,
And can hardly believe the things she hears:
Chewing and gnawing,
Pulling and crashing,
Smacking and slurping,
Licking and cracking.
What ruckus is this in the mid of the night?
What foul creature hath gall to make such a fright?
It couldn’t be her father, Sir Guy is away,
Off battling and purging; keeping enemies at bay.
Her mum is asleep, snoring quite loudly;
And is above anything, garish or rowdy.
The sounds come not from young Emily’s room,
Nor from where her mum slumbers in the gloom.
It is further along the manor’s cavernous halls.
Something lurks in the darkness, invading galley walls.
Emily, the daughter of a brave, young knight,
Is not the least bit afraid to take up a fight.
Quickly, she gathers her bow and arrow;
Scoops up her sword that lay near her pillow.
She leaps from her bed not a moment too soon.
Her gown gathering wind, like a hot air balloon.
Some day again she will question Sir Guy,
As to why her bed sits over 20 feet high.
At age five, she inquired of the bed’s ill-fit.
Her father simply replied,
“You’ll grow into it.”
Emily glides to the floor on bended knee,
Then springs to her feet, with a chuckle of glee.
She smooths out her skirt, stands up with a bound.
Then declares, “This is serious business-defending one’s ground.”
On silent tips and toes, she moves toward the door-
That towers over her, about 30 feet or more.
She grabs the brass knob, turns and pulls with a snort.
In streams the light from the hallway touch.
Instantly her frame casts a grotesque shadow,
That at first glance, looks like a herd of cattle.
She steps into the hallway, hunkered down low,
Heading towards the galley-silent feet, movements slow.
She curves the first bend, steps past her mum’s room,
Then stops quite abruptly at the loud CRASH, KA-BOOM!
Emily is certain that her mum will awaken.
But Ma Lady would snore on though the earth was a quakin’.
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