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This is the story of a young farmer, a wishing ring, and a fairy named Queen Maab.
Old school fairy tale telling at its very finest.
WHAT PEOPLE ARE SAYING ABOUT STEVE VERNON
"If Harlan Ellison, Richard Matheson and Robert Bloch had a three-way sex romp in a hot tub, and then a team of scientists came in and filtered out the water and mixed the leftover DNA into a test tube, the resulting genetic experiment would most likely grow up into Steve Vernon." - Bookgasm
"The genre needs new blood and Steve Vernon is quite a transfusion." –Edward Lee, author of FLESH GOTHIC and CITY INFERNAL
"Steve Vernon is something of an anomaly in the world of horror literature. He's one of the freshest new voices in the genre although his career has spanned twenty years. Writing with a rare swagger and confidence, Steve Vernon can lead his readers through an entire gamut of emotions from outright fear and repulsion to pity and laughter." - Cemetery Dance
"Armed with a bizarre sense of humor, a huge amount of originality, a flair for taking risks and a strong grasp of characterization - Steve's got the chops for sure." - Dark Discoveries
"Steve Vernon was born to write. He's the real deal and we're lucky to have him." - Richard Chizmar
My Mom thinks I'm pretty cool, too.
The Wishing Ring of Old Queen Maab
Once upon a time, a very long time ago there lived a very young farmer named Ramsey who, although his heart was as good as one million pieces of gold, had not a single ounce of good luck to his name. Everything that he ever turned his hand to turned out completely bad. In fact, the only piece of good luck that he had ever had was his wife Glorinda, a woman as plain as any weed and yet as beautiful to Ramsey as a dew-kissed wildflower.
The young farmer and his wife lived together in a tiny shack that was held together with about three and a half coats of dirty red paint. The red paint was dirty because Ramsey had tried to paint the house during an unseasonable dust storm. He should probably have waited to paint, but the dust storm had blown so very hard that he and Glorinda were afraid that the force of the storm would have completely destroyed their little hand-me-down shanty.
In case you were wondering about the math behind the paint job the explanation is a fairly simple one. It seems that Ramsey had painted one coat of paint on the falling-down farm shack and the hot rising wind of the dust storm had dried the paint brittle, so he decided to go on and paint a second coat and the dust storm had dried that coat as well. A third coat proved no better than the first two coats. He was halfway through a fourth coat when the wind stopped blowing and he had run out of paint – so no matter how you count it up that is three and a half coats of red paint on one falling-down farm shack.
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French
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Translated by Kind Words and Cécile Bénédic
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Greek
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Italian
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Portuguese
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Translated by Paulo Henrique Santos Nunes
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Translated by Enrique Vazquez
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Author review: Working with Enrique Vazquez is always a pleasure. |
