WIZARD TROUBLES IN THE LAND OF FAIRY TALES.

 

 


 

Pred dnevi sem na Amazonu objavila eno od svojih otroških knjig: WIZARD TROUBLES IN THE LAND OF FAIRY TALES.

Knjigico je ilustrirala Karin Berce.

https://www.amazon.com/dp/B09XLTC7F7#SalesRank

 Vesela bom, če novico o knjigi poveste sorodnikom in prijateljem, ki živijo v tujini.

Pravljici je dodana tudi pobarvanka, knjiga pa je primerna za otroke od 3 – 100 let.💖💖

Pripoveduje o majhni deklici, ki se odpravi iskat čarobno nogavičko, v kateri so shranjene skrivnosti. Naleti na strašnega čarovnika, ki živi v zanemarjenem gradu. Ali ji bo uspelo, da očisti njegov grad? Kdo ji bo pri tem pomagal? Kaj pomeni dobrota in prijateljstvo tudi med tistimi, ki se še nikoli niso srečali?

Na objavo že čakata tudi pustolovska detektivka Dot on B., ter kriminalni roman Where is the Child.

 

Še odlomek:

 

Once upon a time, at the Three Brooms Cafe in the Land of Fairy Tales, a red stocking went missing.  This raised a huge alarm as hidden in the stocking were all the mysterious secrets and magic spells.

“Who has the courage to go out into the wide, wide world and look for the missing red stocking?” the Queen Mother asked early that morning. 

But nobody answered.  This was understandable as the best and most popular cartoon about the Queen on Mars was on television, right at that moment, which nobody wanted to miss. 

It was a good thing that the Queen Mother spotted Ada running across the night sky, tickling the stars with her bare feet, making the stars squeal with laugher and joy. 

The Queen Mother frowned, banged her broom on the wooden floor, and shouted: “Come home immediately, Ada!  Put on your boots!  I need you to go out into the wide, wide world and search for the missing red stocking!”

“All right!” laughed her cheerful child, spinning around on her heels. “Go I shall!”

Day and Night lived together in a lovely little house at the edge of the third galaxy. 

Ada banged on the window.  “Knock, knock, knock!”  

But nobody answered.  So, Ada went up on her tiptoes and peeked inside. There was Day, slumped over a table and snoring away.  Night was standing on her head, wiggling her toes, and trying to wash her hair in a bucket.

“Can I help you?” offered the little princess who had completely forgotten why she had come. 

Without waiting for an answer, Ada rolled up her sleeves, squeezed out a dollop of shampoo and helped wash Night’s thick black hair, that shone like gold.  Night sighed with pleasure. The South Wind then blew out a warm breeze that quickly dried her hair. 

 

 

 

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