Kiss for an Angel

I kiss my Sweet Angel Good Night. While I sleep she will take flight, and travel past the land of time, to become a friend of mine. ~ C.L. Collar

Make friends with the angels, who though invisible, are always with you. Often invoke them, constantly praise them, and make good use of their help and assistance in all your temporal and spiritual affairs. ~Saint Francis de Sales☼ღ✿

Anna Michelle Collar

Anna Michell Collar

Today my beautiful Anna would have been 33 years old. I cherish the 24 years we shared and look forward to seeing her beautiful smile when we meet again. Until then a large piece of my heart will stay with her in Heaven. Sending you Hugs and Kisses on Butterfly wings, Anna. I Love you, Mom.

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August is Anna's Birth Month so in her memory we are featuring Anna's Legacy Leukemia Awareness Jewelry @ www.annaslegacy.com

 

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Katie McCory and the Dagger of Truth

  Katie McCory and the Dagger of Truth Contest!

Shasta

Hello Everyone!!! My name is Shasta and I will be posting all of the games and activies for Katie McCory and the Dagger of Truth on this blog.

C.L. Collar promised you a new game today. Here it is. Answer the question below and you will receive a beautiful Silver Owl Bookmark in the mail. The first person who gets it right and posts it in the comments below will win!

You might have to check back in some of the excerpts to find the answer. Just click on the Excerpts from Katie tab at the top. 

Here is your question ~
How does a Nix work her magic?

The contest will last till Friday @ 10:00 PM CST
Have fun!

Katie McCory and the Dagger of Truth Excerpt (The Otherside)

  Katie McCory and the Dagger of Truth

The Otherside

 

 “So,” said Katie, taking a deep breath, “our quest is to find the Dagger of Validity and bring it back to you.”

            “Yes,” said Utopia, “for only then will order be restored. The Higher Source balances out the good and bad fairies. The dagger is tipping the balance to the evil side, for Bracca only kills good fairies, not only the fairies who grow the flowers and protect the crops, but also the fairies of wisdom, intuition, hopes and dreams, and of course the cherished small fairy of pure joy. Without these caring fairies, all mortals will be cursed.”

“How are we supposed to find the dagger?” asked Donnie, “ We don’t know anything about your world.”

            “You will be helped by four good souls, Jackel being the first.” She looked over at the brownie snoring loudly in the corner. “He talks gruffly, but he is really a very good brownie. In his youth, he served the finest mortal families very faithfully. The other three guides have been awaiting your arrival impatiently, as you will find most fairies are. Patience was a gift granted to mortals, not fairies.”

            “Enter fair ones! The time has come!” heralded the queen.

            Katie heard a flutter above her head. Then a luminous, perfumed fairy descended. Her bright blue eyes glistened with the wisdom of the moon. Silver and gold hair surrounded her pale blue face, her small slightly pointed ears escaping through the strands. She was draped in a silvery blue gossamer cloth. Iridescent wings shooting white, silver, and gold streaks sprang from her delicate shoulders. Around her head, forming a crown, swirled a dazzling array of white, gold, and blue lights. Her feet were delicately hoofed like that of a deer. A long slender tail floated from behind her robe. On her shoulder rested an enormous white owl, its huge eyes in endless search of knowledge. She touched lightly on the tapestry floor, preferring to flutter just above. “I am called Astra,” the fairy said, nodding her head. “Welcome to our realm. Great things lie before you.” She spread her delicate hands out before her.

            “Are you a Sphinx?” asked Katie, amazed at the sight.

Katie McCory and the Dagger of Truth Excerpt (Friend or Foe)

KATIE McCORY AND THE DAGGER OF TRUTH
Friend or Foe 

The group huddled closer together. All of their inner spirits were warning them that danger was unavoidable. None of them had noticed a dark shadow which had been following them since the tunnel opening. It had slithered on the walls and ceiling, hidden in the cracks and corners, and now crept behind them on the dusty floor, blending in with their own shadows. 

Slowly, it crept under their feet. It reached Katie and started up her leg but sensing The Dagger of Justice in her robe, it dove deep into the ground. It surfaced again under Ariel and smiled to itself. Yes, this one would do, it thought. The dark being slowly reached up and grabbed Ariel’s heart. Ariel gasped and fell to the ground.

      “Ariel!” cried Katie, falling to her knees beside her friend. “What’s wrong?”

      Ariel couldn’t speak. Her hands were as cold as ice, and her skin was starting to turn gray. She clutched her chest holding Omar’s feather in her hand. Her eyes were vacant, lifeless. She stared into the darkness in some kind of trance.

      “Astra, what is it? What’s wrong with her?” asked Donnie, holding his sister tightly in his arms.

      “I am not sure,” said Astra. “It is some kind of spell, but I cannot tell from whom it comes. I do not see anyone. Omar is searching for the source.”

      Omar had flown from Astra’s arm and was circling  the tunnel, his wide eyes piercing every corner and crack. He flew ahead of the group shrieking for them to follow.

      “Go,” said Jackel, bending over Ariel to protect her from further harm. “You must follow Omar and find the source of the spell to undo it. Go, Donnie. Your sword will probably be needed now, and so will your dagger, Katie. You have to find the source of the spell! Go, all of you. Now!”

      Katie, Donnie, and Billy followed Astra and Blaze down the tunnel and into a cave. Omar was hovering beside a small crevice in the wall.

      “The being is a shadow demon,” said Astra. “Omar says that many of them live down here. They are beings that have been so cursed that they exist only as a shadow of their former selves. They feel nothing except a desire to feel again. No pain, no happiness, no sadness. They merely exist.”