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Talee and the Fallen Object
Author / Illustrator: Jacquitta A. McManus
Talee and the Enchanted Flower is a great elementary school-aged children’s book, as it will transport kids to Talee’s world, as seen through her own eyes. She creates vivid images from beginning to end as her curiosity piques when she finds a magic stone and journeys out to discover more. Don’t miss this unique adventure.
Talee and the Enchanted Flower
8-19-0216: The book is finished and edited. The only thing left is the illustrations. :)
Some of the products I'm looking to release with this book is a puzzle, pillow and blanket. I have a limited number of blankets already but still working on the pillows. Puzzles will be ready soon.
Chapter One – The Visitor
Hello everyone! How are you doing today?
I’m so excited. I can’t wait to tell you about my great adventure with the Enchanted Flower!
It all started early one Monday morning. I was late getting over to Cora’s house. We had plans to ride over to the cafe for breakfast.
I was so busy trying to hurry that I didn’t even hear the doorbell ring, so you can imagine how surprised I was when I went downstairs and saw Mom talking to a man I had never seen before. On the floor next to his feet was a square leather travel bag with a big pocket on the front.
Who ever he was, he had plans to stay for a visit.
“Talee,” said Mom as she placed her hand on my shoulder.
I looked up at her. “Yes?”
“This my brother...your Uncle.”
Uncle, I thought, as I turned to glance at him. I remembered Mom showing me a picture of her brother, but he didn’t look like the man at the door.
In his picture he had short hair, no beard and was a lot thinner.
He smiled at me. I grinned back a little.
“Hey little one. Well, maybe not so little. Look how big you are. How old are you now? Six?”
I frowned. “Eight!” I said. “I’ve been eight for months now.”
“Sure you have,” he said. “You’re such a pretty eight, just like your Mom at your age.”
I didn’t smile but I said thank you.
Mom then asked me to take Uncle’s travel bag upstairs to the spare room before I left for Cora’s house. I nodded. When I picked up the bag it was so heavy that I had to drag it all the way up the stairs, down the hallway and into the room. I laid it next to the bed and when I did I noticed something strange. The front pocket was glowing.