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  • Writer's pictureVanessa Brownbridge

Intro to book: excerpts from Cake, Loveplay, Santa, Maria and Cohappulations

Updated: Sep 29, 2022

Space Station: HODD SUBTLE: S.S.H.S

HODD Haven's Ordered Daily Delivered.

Part one

The beginning.

Skye Castle Isles Prime Port and Beyond


The Trouble with Cake.

Due to mysterious influences, extraordinary plots and mischievous magic gone badways, some malevolent Space prats on the fly, were on the lookout to kidnap or murder the unwary for their entertainment. The way they got into Fey was complex, mystifying even and it involved lots of forceful uncommon advantage. The cruel cut throats, goblin knaves were uninvited guests, peeping toms and Undesirables. Spying on the kind, Magical Fey living in the Kingdom of Avonlea – these devious knaves happened to see the baker’s Wife deliver her daily dozen.

There, those delicious cream puffs of ‘yum’ rode on in the Good Castle’s Cart and MILO – the Limbic Chap was competently occupied professionally examining – then carefully storing all goods ordered. Collected in the usual way he placed them in its generous, sufficient center and moved on.

Skye’s Avonlea Castle’s purchases on it – off it trundled, and the Baker’s wife had already turned away.

She and her husband Jonas Applebalm baked for the fabulously wealthy and famous. Those buns were for destination Skye Castle, first STOP.

It was already hot, and Ms. Apple Butter could not wait to wash all that bread and cake flour out of her hair. Delivery done, she immediately walked in the direction of her large cottage and the humongous lagoon by it. Taking off all her robes and putting her chef’s hat aside she jumped in still singing lustily. Two minutes later her husband – the baker, Jonas – the size of a Jupetarian humpback whale, joined her. Both yodeled loudly.

Salivating in glee and hot thoughts, the goblins would have followed her, but blubber husband intervened, and true goblin troll hated clean water with vengeance – it burned their skin horribly, made them itch, worse – confess truth uncomfortably.

“Leave it Rats!” Troll Goblin Warlock said commandingly, for that’s what they were! “Fat Atom Baker and his fatter Apple Butterball smell rotten! They are coarse, ugly, and stringy! We want ‘em younger, cute, fierce and the men who are the bull strong!” said sucker for punishments, and because nobody was looking, just like that, fierce troll goblin strode in.

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