Friday, March 20, 2009

A Wee Bit o' Advice...

For your St. Patrick's Day (er - week!) reading pleasure, I present to you two brief excerpts from WONDROUS STRANGE which are, I think, appropriate for the celebration of all things Irish!
Erin Go Braugh!


“That there isn’t just any garden-variety boucca," Maddox said. "He’s old magic. Powerful. A boucca like that can fly under your Janus radar without so much as breaking a sweat.”

“How can you know for sure?”

“I recognize him. I used to see him coming and going from the Unseelie Court in the days before Auberon shut the Gates. Before your time, Sonn.”

Sonny blinked. “You don’t mean to tell me he’s the original Puck?”

“Dunno...” Maddox mused. “I heard a rumor that the actual Puck has been stuck in the mortal realm for the last hundred years or so – trapped in a jar of honey buried under a rock somewhere in Ireland. Ever since he did something that royally pissed off a leprechaun.”

“Wow.” Sonny whistled low. “I wonder what he did to deserve that...”

“Who knows? Consider it a cautionary tale.” Maddox chuckled. “Leprechauns have their own fair share of ancient power and no discernible sense of humor.”


(this conversation is followed some time later by one between
Sonny and the boucca in question)


“Tell me something.”

“Is that an order?” The boucca glared flatly at him.

“No. Please.” Sonny held up a hand. “I mean – I would like to know. If you would like to tell me. The story I heard about you and the leprechaun...”

“And the honey jar?”

“Yes. Did it happen? Really?”

“Well… the insides of my ears are sticky.” He snorted. “And I occasionally attract the attention of amorous bees. You tell me.”

“How did you get out?”

“May the gods bless progress.” The boucca raised his eyes to the ceiling. “Eight or nine years ago some bully-boyo contractors came along and built a five-star resort and golf-course on the very site. The day they broke ground, they broke my jar!”

Sonny laughed despite himself.

The ancient fae shrugged. “It’s a very nice course – I’m sure the patrons wonder, though, why they lose so very many balls. And the plumbing in the clubhouse tends to be... quirky.”

“Never cross a leprechaun.”

“Right.”

* * *

Slainte!
Enjoy the rest of the Week o' the Irish!

5 comments:

Jillian Cantor said...

Oooh, Sonny! Looking forward to more Sonny in book 2 :-)!!

Maureen Lipinski said...

Yum, Sonny! And I agree with Jill, more of him in Book 2, please.

Don't make me bark like a seal for an ARC.

Lisa Patton said...

Don't you just wish leprechauns were real? I remember wishing like crazy they were when I was a little girl. Wondrous Strange is my kind of book!!

Lesley Livingston said...

Hee! You guys are awesome. And... not to give anything away... but you might want to keep an eye peeled for a certain person of green persuasion in book 2... just sayin'.....

Oh. And more Sonny. Much more Sonny.

(ARC-bark!)

Tracy Madison said...

Oooh, Lesley! Can't wait for book 2!