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Laurel's Quest was originally published by a now defunct Canadian publishing house in 2010. It was re-published in 2014 by BWL Publishing Inc. updated as Laurel's Quest with a new cover and some new text. It is my first published novel and is very dear to my heart. Laurel's Quest is currently being offered for free (as an ebook) at Amazon.com and .ca. I am thrilled to offer readers the chance to step into the magical world that exists just a step sideways from the World as We Know It. A world filled with magic and wonder and a few scary moments as well. Cornish Piskies, selkies, Morgrawr the sea monster along with a cast of intrepid friends who follow the clues to solve a riddle that may save a life. The story starts in southern Alberta but soon moves to Cornwall UK. Set against the beautiful and rugged country of the southwest Laurel's search takes her along the Michael and Mary earth energy lines that cross the country from Carn les Boels, an old hill fort in Cornwall, to East Anglia. Laurel's journey takes her Glastonbury Tor not once but twice before she comes face to face with Gwyn ap Nudd beneath the Tor in the crystal caves where Arthur is rumoured to be sleeping. Laurel's Quest is the first book in the Cornwall Adventures, A Step Beyond is the second and here we pick up one of the secondary character's story. Gort is one of Laurel's gang of seekers and in the second books follows his own journey of coming of age. The third book is Go Gently where we finally meet Laurel's Gramma Bella whose letters figure in Laurel's Quest. We get to know Laurel's father Colt better in Go Gently and understand better why his estranged from his mother, Laurel's beloved Gramma Bella.
I am currently working on Laurel's Choice which is a stand alone book, but you can be sure the usual suspects will show up. Gramma Bella, Vear Du the selkie, her group of friends from her quest and there might even be a wedding in the future...you just never know. Below is an excerpt from Laurel's Quest.
This is where Laurel's get the first clue from the 'Obby 'Orse in Padstow on May Day. If you want to learn more about this age old tradition just google it. It's fascinating stuff.
From Chapter Six The 'Obby 'Orse Clue Laurel's Quest Copyright 2015
“How am I going to know where to look for the clue once we
get to Padstow?” Laurel frowned.
“Did the Lady give any indication where you would find the
clue?” Aisling asked.
“I don’t think so.”
“Think harder,” Coll growled.
“I am.”
“What did she say again? I don’t remember exactly,” Gort
broke in quietly.
“She just said I would get the first clue on May Day in
Padstow. She talked about the filly that wasn’t born yet and holding death in
my hand.”
“So do we have to find a pregnant mare somewhere in Padstow?
That’ll be easy,” Coll snorted.
“Quit being so negative,” Aisling admonished Coll. “I don’t
think we’ll have to look too far. I think the clue will find us.”
“So we just go to Padstow, join in the festival, and wait
and see what happens?” Gort asked.
“I think that’s best.” Aisling nodded.
“What about what I think?” Laurel broke in.
Coll sighed. “What do you think we should do, then?”
“I don’t know. I just feel like I should have a plan of some
kind.” Her frustration was plain in her tone.
“Let’s just wait and see. Maybe we’ll come up with something
before we get there,” Aisling said.
The bright, clear May Day morning found their small group
looking for a parking spot in Padstow. The town was crowded with tourists and
locals, all vying for the best place to see the festivities. Those who weren’t
actively involved in the festivities jostled for space on the edges of the
narrow streets. Soon the ‘Oss would start his journey. Laurel was no closer to
figuring out how to find the clue than she had been the night they talked about
it in Emily’s parlor. She just hoped with all her heart she would recognize the
clue when it was in front of her.
Sarie’s friend emerged through her back gate just as they
parked in the tiny spot behind her cottage. Aisling greeted her Aunt Jane and
introduced Laurel. The woman led them down a narrow back alley to emerge onto
the main thoroughfare. The voice of the crowd swelled to a new level as the
‘Obby ‘Oss began to make his way through the narrow street. The girls craned
their necks trying to catch their first glimpse of the ‘Obby ‘Oss in his bizarre
costume.
The crowd hemmed them in. Sarie held tight to Laurel’s hand
as the crowd vibrated with excitement as the ‘Obby ‘Oss drew near. She lifted
herself up on her tiptoes as high as she could in order to catch a glimpse of
the alien-looking creature with its large hoop depicting the head of a horse,
and a scraggy tail hanging from the rear of it.
The traditional song rang high and loud as thousands of
voices joined in celebration:
“Unite and Unite. Let
us all unite. For summer is a cummin today, and wither we are going, we will
all unite, in the merry morning of May.”
Periodically the ‘Obby ‘Oss lunged into the crowd and
captured a young woman, prompting good-natured jesting and howls of laughter. At
intervals the ‘Obby ‘Oss would falter, stagger and fall to the street where he
lay motionless for a moment, when this happened the joyous song changed to a
sad dirge. As soon as the ‘Obby ‘Oss rose and danced again, the song spun back
to its joyous celebration. Laurel didn’t know where to look first; this was all
so different than anything she ever experienced. Even Stampede in Calgary
wasn’t this crazy. The song filled the air and rose from the stones of the
street under her feet. It vibrated in her bones and eardrums.
There was a sudden break in the crowd; the ‘Obby ‘Oss was
right in front of them. She watched entranced, as the ‘Oss made an exaggerated
grab for Sarie, who waved him off, laughing. The strange hooped face of the creature
paused, his painted eyes looked straight at her and the sound of the
celebrations faded. It seemed only Laurel and the strange beast existed in a
world somehow one step sideways from the world she knew. She couldn’t even feel
Sarie’s hand on hers, and the words of the song, though faint still echoed in
her ears.
The ‘Obby ‘Oss regarded her for a long minute before a voice
echoed in her head. It was both soft and deep, young and old, gentle and
intimidating, all at once and yet none of them at all. A part of her was
afraid, but another part was braver than she would ever have imagined and
allowed her to listen to the message.
“Greetings, child who
searches for answers. On this May Day, the ‘Obby ‘Oss grants you a boon.
Neither husband nor child will I give you, but the answer to part of the
mystery you seek to achieve your heart’s desire.”
Laurel started as the voice took on a deeper tone; she could
hear the ringing of great brass bells underlying it as if they rung from the
depths of the ocean.
“Find the great lizard as it emerges from the foam and
follow its path to the secret caverns of the crystal guardians. You must
remember…to gain entrance, you and your companions must be found worthy, and so
I tell you that it takes not the courage of a man, but the selfless sorrow of a
woman for the Selkie guardian to admit you.”
“Thank you,” Laurel whispered.
Suddenly, the world came back into focus. Although Laurel
felt like a lot of time had passed, it seemed only a tiny second elapsed to all
those around her. Sarie was still waving the ‘Obby ‘Oss away and giggling like
a girl.
“Go on with you, I’m too old, and she’s too young.”
The ‘Obby ‘Oss shook his hooped head at Sarie and bowed
before he continued on his way. The May Song rose high and strong over the
throng and slowed to the awful dirge as the ‘Oss stumbled and fell once more.
“Why does he do that?”
Sarie smiled. “Don’t let it bother you, girl. It symbolizes
the death of winter and the birth of the spring. If winter doesn’t come, the
summer never ends, and there can be no spring. It also mirrors mankind’s cycle
of life: we are born, we die, but we live on in our children and our children’s
children.”
Laurel doubted if her
mom was comforted by the thought of her daughter going on without her.
“Come on you lot, let’s go find some market stalls and some
goodies to stuff your gobs with,” Sarie invited.
They shouted their agreement. The ‘Obby ‘Oss leaped to his
feet again and cavorted down the street out of sight, though his song continued
to echo in the air.
As the group made their way to the market stalls, Coll
dropped back. “What happened back there? You looked all mazed for a minute,
like you could see something the rest of us couldn’t.”
“The ‘Obby ‘Oss spoke to me,” she said.
“It never,” Coll exclaimed. “It’s not supposed to speak to
anyone.”
“I don’t think it was the man inside the costume who talked
to me. It sounded deep, like it was inside my head, but faraway at the same
time. It was spooky.”
“Bloody Hell,” Coll exclaimed loudly.
“You mind your tongue, young man!” Sarie said over her
shoulder. “You’ll have your Gramma down my throat for allowing you to behave
like a ruffian.” Jane and Emily laughed
at her words.
“Sorry, Sarie,” Coll said, and then spoke in a quieter
voice. “What did it say? Why couldn’t the rest of us hear it?”
“I don’t know why you couldn’t. I wish you were all there
with me. It was creepy,”
“What do you mean there with you; you didn’t go anywhere. I
was still hanging on to you and so was Sarie.” Coll looked confused.
“It was weird,” she paused, trying to find a way to describe
it, “as if I took a step sideways or something. Like I was apart from
everything somehow. All the noise faded, I couldn’t feel you or Sarie. All I
could see was the painted face of the ‘Obby ‘Oss and hear that voice. But I
could still hear the May Song faintly, all I could make out was unite, unite. It was freaking weird.”
“What did it say?” Coll asked impatiently. “Who would have guessed
the ’Obby ‘Oss would talk to you!”
“Weird stuff, all in riddles. You know those stories your
Gramma and Sarie tell at night in front of the fire where the faeries or
piskies or whatever give the person the information they need, but they never
tell it right out. The people in the story have to figure it out for themselves
if they want to finish their quest or get out of the faery hill, or whatever.”
Coll danced a jig of delight on the cobbled street. “This is
great, isn’t it just? We get to go questing like King Arthur’s knights. Gort’s
going to be beside himself.”
“You don’t think I’m crazy, or making it up?”
“Naw, I believe you. We knew you were going to get a message
here. You even had that faery struck look on your face for a moment when the
‘Oss stopped in front of you. You know, the one Sarie always makes as she
describes how the person in the story would look.” Coll stopped talking long
enough to make sure Sarie and the others weren’t too far ahead. “What did the
bloody thing say,” he asked plaintively.
Laurel giggled at his tone. “Something about lizard tails
and paths.” She trailed off and her eyes unfocused for a second. “In order to
find the answer to my heart’s desire, I have to find the great lizard as it emerges from the foam and follow its path
to the secret caverns of the crystal guardians.” She shook her head. “I
don’t have any idea what it means.”
“Anything else?” Coll vibrated with excitement.
“There was something about gaining entrance to the secret
caverns. Me and my companions have to be acceptable, I think he said ‘worthy,’
so the Selkie guardian will admit us. What the heck is a Selkie?” she asked
crossly. “How am I supposed to figure this out when I don’t even know what the
stupid things are?”
“That’s why you have companions. A Selkie is some magic kind
of seal man.” Coll grinned. “Do you remember anything else?”
Laurel pushed aside her resentment and frustration at the
riddles to try to remember the last piece of the riddle.
“He said it takes not
the courage of a man, but the selfless sorrow of a woman to gain entrance.”
She kicked at piece of litter. “I haven’t the slightest idea what that means
either.”
Coll grabbed her hand and pulled her through the crowd. They
could just see the top of Sarie’s head in front of them.
“Hurry up, we don’t want to get lost,” Coll said over his
shoulder and then in a louder voice, “Sarie, Gramma, wait for us!”
Panting slightly, they caught up with their group just at
the edge of the market stalls. Aisling and Gort looked at them questioningly;
Coll winked at them.
“Just wait ‘til you hear the story we have to tell you later
when we’re by ownselves.” Coll grinned at Gort. “You’re going to either love
this, or think we’re bleedin’ kitey.”
“As long as it doesn’t involve anything illegal.” Gort muttered.
