Bonus Content

Lost Tales

There are places where lost things go. They wonder like blinded wisps of wafted candle smoke. Forgotten, deranged, and half-completed … and here they lurk. Here are the stories of the Tooth Fyrhes, the making of the wand, and the day Millet hunted termites, and illustrations of the legendary Child and Mame Apes.

TABLE OF CONTENTS

Bonus content for the Tweebs: bits of scrapped story, lost illustrations and the short story of how the wand was made.

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About

The Tweebs has gone through an editing hurricane. Poor thing. Bits of story have been stripped, dissected, and fixed together with the written equivalent of wire and spit. Those pieces across the road and sprawling over the neighbour's tree (those worthwhile but which never made the story) have been assembled here in a conglomeration aunt Molly would be proud of. They are rough, torn, and a little muddy, but I hope you enjoy them as I have in writing.

The Wand's Making: Short story

Impulses. They wake magicsmiths up at night. Terrible things. Stare at you wetly like a snail under a toadstool and won't let you be until you've done the work they want you to do. And if you're half not careful, you could disrupt the balance of magic compound. Slimy Bribble and carnivorous doors are to be expected.

Illustrations

There are illustrations that never make it to the light. They wait on tireless rows of silicone for someone to drag a mouse, and add them to a folder. They wait. They hope. And some of them wake to the half-gloom of a reading corner. Included are the deleted illustrations that never made the cut to the book.

In full-coloured glory

Deleted Scenes

Below are highlights of the story collection. The above or below email forms will send you the entire document neatly packaged for kindle reading.

Prelude

The jungle is thick and gnawable; creatures shift under the canopy. Over the Churn on smooth rails, down slippery paths, to where an ancient green chest finds its way into the wobbly stump that is Konkeltree.

The Package

He's late. Totally indecent. Typical of couriers, really. It's all come rain or shine or snow or sleet when you order, but then they're making trivial excuses about sky-scraper-sized monsters and Pacific-deep floods when it really comes down to the wire.

Story of the Child

Beware the Childs. They haunt cavers and protect hoards of magical teeth. The the screen is ready, the candle behind lit. Hands make ghastly, vivid images as the chieftain tells the story of Thorn Brokenshield and the first Tooth Fyrhe brigade.

Ahunting

Termites are nasty things. But millet doesn't know how bad it can get until he starts up a termite-hunting machine.