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Glitter & Goblins: Tutus Trouble & Totally Unnecessary Magic
Brandon Rowell (Author)
Welcome back to a world where the mundane is delightfully absent and the absurd reigns supreme. Forget dusty tomes and brooding heroes—we’re diving headfirst into a chaotic carnival of fantasy, where the only constant is the sheer, unadulterated joy of utter ridiculousness. This is not your grandfather's fantasy novel (unless your grandfather happened to be a particularly flamboyant, glitter-loving revolutionary). Our heroes aren't just fighting for the fate of the world; they're fighting for their sanity, their dignity, and their right to wear tutus without judgment. You’ll meet Jael, the fairy who’s more likely to be found perfecting his pixie dust than battling dragons (though he does have a surprisingly effective glitter-based defense mechanism); Trixa, the elf archer whose aim is impeccable and whose sarcasm is even sharper; Vidalia, the fabulous dwarf whose one-liners could win a war (and whose makeup is always flawlessly applied, even in the midst of a chaotic glitter-induced battle); and Billy, the hopelessly inept magician whose spells have a tendency to backfire spectacularly, usually resulting in a hilarious outcome.
Details:
Ages: 10 and Up
Pages: 235
Language: English
Publication Date: January 10, 2025
Available Formats: E-Book, Paperback, Audiobook
The air in Oakhaven, usually thick with the aroma of freshly baked elven bread and the faint scent of dwarven ale, hung heavy with something else entirely – the unsettling stillness of petrified panic. Jael, a fairy with a penchant for brightly colored tunics and an even brighter personality, stumbled through the cobblestone streets, his normally iridescent wings drooping like wilted lettuce. He’d been expecting a lively market day, a chance to flirt with some of the more… adventurous elves. Instead, he found himself navigating a landscape of inanimate objects.
The bustling market was known for its lively atmosphere, filled with brightly colored tunics and an array of unique personalities. However, on this particular day, the usually vibrant market was eerily quiet, with only a few scattered individuals wandering the cobblestone streets. Among them was a fairy, his iridescent wings drooping like wilted lettuce, clearly out of place in this strange and mundane landscape. He had been looking forward to a day of flirting with adventurous elves, but instead found himself surrounded by inanimate objects.
As he continued to navigate through the market, he couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. The grumpy-looking blacksmith, renowned for his fiery temper and even fierier forge, had quite literally transformed into an anvil. His once-robust physique was now cold, hard metal, his scowl permanently etched into the steel. Nearby, a baker, famed for her tireless work ethic and slightly burnt sourdough, had transformed into a rather large, and frankly, quite impressive, loaf of the very bread she’d baked. The fairy couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness for his fellow market-goers, who had become trapped in their own creations.
The once-bustling market was now filled with an eerie silence, as if the life and energy had been sucked out of it. The fairy couldn't help but wonder what could have caused such a bizarre and unsettling transformation. He couldn't help but feel grateful that he was still able to move about freely, even if he did stand out like a sore thumb. But as he continued to explore the market, he couldn't shake off the feeling that he was being watched, and that perhaps, this strange turn of events was only the beginning of something much more sinister.
"Bloody hell," Trixa muttered, her usual stoic demeanor cracked by a flicker of genuine bewilderment. The lesbian elf archer, known for her deadly aim and even deadlier sarcasm, adjusted her quiver, her brow furrowed in concentration. Beside her, Vidalia, a dwarf whose drag persona, “Velma the Volcanic,” was legendary throughout Middle Earth, gasped dramatically, her perfectly sculpted eyebrows arching heavenward.
"Oh, my glittering, gemstone-encrusted gods!" Vidalia exclaimed, her voice a theatrical whisper. "It's a curse! A truly, terribly fabulous curse!" She examined a nearby flower pot, now inexplicably sporting a remarkably stylish, if slightly chipped, teacup for a lid. “And someone’s got impeccable taste in pottery, I must say.”
Vidalia gasped in horror as she surveyed the scene in front of her. Her glittering, gemstone-encrusted gods had been cursed, and the evidence was everywhere. Even their faithful companion, Sparklehoof, was not immune to its effects. The once-pristine tutu that he wore so proudly was now covered in mud and a mysterious, vaguely purplish substance. His usually vibrant horn was now dull and lifeless, mirroring Vidalia's own feelings of despair.
As she continued to inspect the damage, Vidalia couldn't help but notice the impeccable taste in pottery that the curse had bestowed upon their surroundings. The nearby flower pot was now sporting a remarkably stylish, if slightly chipped, teacup for a lid. It was almost as if the curse had a twisted sense of humor, choosing to bless them with beautiful pieces of pottery while wreaking havoc on everything else.
With a heavy heart, Vidalia realized that this curse was far from over. It seemed to be targeting everything and everyone in its path, leaving nothing untouched. She could only hope that they would find a way to break it before it caused any more damage. But for now, they would have to make do with their cursed but fabulous surroundings.
Sparklehoof's usually pristine tutu was now stained with mud and a mysterious, vaguely purplish substance. His vibrant horn had lost its usual sparkle and seemed lifeless. It was clear that the curse affecting the land had spared no one, not even the most fabulous of unicorns. As if sensing the gravity of the situation, Billy, their hopelessly inept magician, fidgeted nervously beside them. His wand, usually a source of amusement with its unpredictable and often catastrophic effects, now felt like a ticking time bomb.
But even in the midst of this chaos, Sparklehoof remained a loyal companion. Despite his forlorn appearance, he stood by their side, a symbol of resilience and unwavering friendship. It was a reminder that even in the darkest of times, there was still hope and light to be found. As they continued on their journey, they knew that they could count on each other, no matter what challenges may come their way.
Together, they marched on, determined to break the curse and restore peace to their once-pristine land. For Billy, this was a chance to prove himself and show that his magic could be a force for good. And for Sparklehoof, it was a chance to reclaim their pastel perfection and continue prancing through life with grace and elegance. As they faced the unknown ahead, they knew that with each other by their side, they could overcome any obstacle and emerge victorious.
"I… I think I may have accidentally… amplified the curse?" he stammered, his voice barely a squeak. His usually flamboyant robes were now slightly singed, a testament to yet another one of his accidental magical mishaps. A small wisp of smoke curled from his pointed hat.
The orcs seemed to have multiplied, their organized attack on the town growing more fierce by the minute. The once peaceful streets were now littered with the petrified bodies of townsfolk, their fate now in the hands of the enemy. The source of this chaos could only be attributed to one thing - the curse. The curse that the flamboyant wizard had mentioned, the curse that he had accidentally amplified.
The wizard himself was now caught up in the chaos, his robes slightly singed and his hat emitting a small wisp of smoke. His accidental magical mishaps were nothing new, but this time it seemed to have disastrous consequences. The orcs were using the petrified townsfolk as weapons, using them as battering rams and shields. The absurdity of the situation was not lost on the wizard, but the terror in his voice was evident as he realized the full extent of his mistake.
The ticking time bomb of the curse had finally exploded, and the consequences were dire. The wizard's stammering words were a testament to his fear, the chaos surrounding them a result of his unintended actions. The town was now overrun by orcs, their once peaceful existence shattered by the curse that had been amplified. And in the midst of it all, the wizard stood, his flamboyant robes now a symbol of the chaos he had unleashed upon them all.
"Right," Trixa said, her voice firm despite the unsettling situation. "This isn't going to magically solve itself. We need a plan."
"A plan?" Vidalia scoffed, adjusting her perfectly placed wig. "Darling, this calls for a full-blown strategic intervention, involving glitter, fabulousness, and possibly a very large fan."
Jael, ever the optimist (or perhaps just oblivious to the gravity of the situation), chimed in. "Well, at least the anvil blacksmith can’t yell at us anymore. That's a plus, right?"
Billy, despite his role in potentially worsening the situation, offered a hesitant suggestion, "Maybe... maybe I can use my magic to... reverse the curse?"
"Oh, please, Billy," Trixa deadpanned. "Don't tell me you're planning on accidentally turning us all into teacups."
"It’s a possibility," Billy admitted, his eyes wide with innocent fear. "But I'm working on it! I've got a new spell, it involves... a lot of glitter."
As Billy frantically searched through his spell book, his mind raced with possibilities. He couldn't let Trixa's sarcastic remark become a reality. The thought of turning his friends into teacups was both terrifying and amusing. But this was no time for jokes. He had to find a solution, and fast.
With a glimmer of hope, Billy's eyes landed on a page filled with glittery symbols and incantations. He remembered reading about this spell before, but had always dismissed it as too risky. Yet, now it seemed like his only option. He quickly gathered all the necessary ingredients and began chanting the spell with fervor.
As the glittery dust settled, the town was transformed. The orcs were now teacups, scattered across the ground. Billy let out a sigh of relief as he saw his friends back to their human forms. The curse was broken and everyone was safe. And as for Sparklehoof, he was now a majestic unicorn, his true form restored. The town erupted into cheers, grateful to be saved by Billy's magic. From that day on, Billy's glitter spell was known as the ultimate curse-reversing charm, and he was hailed as a hero.
The quest was far from simple. The transformation was complete, the townsfolk immobile, their forms now oddly reflecting their innermost natures. The jovial innkeeper was now a perfectly sculpted pint of ale, still somehow smelling faintly of roasted nuts. The gossiping seamstress had become a spool of intricately woven gossip, her threads forever tangled in a chaotic mess of half-finished stories.
The town had been thrown into chaos overnight, the cursed had struck with a vengeance. Streets that were once filled with people, now stood eerily still. The curse had seemingly transformed the townspeople into objects, each one reflecting their innermost natures. The jovial innkeeper, known for his love of ale, was now a perfectly sculpted pint of the liquid, the smell of roasted nuts still wafting from his form.
The cursed seemed to have an odd sense of humor, as the objects scattered throughout the town told their own story. The gossiping seamstress, always entangled in the latest rumors, had been transformed into a spool of intricately woven gossip. Her threads were forever tangled in a chaotic mess, a never-ending web of half-finished stories. The once bustling market square was now a macabre collection of petrified personalities, each frozen in time, a chilling testament to the curse's power.
As the townspeople slowly emerged from their homes, they were met with a surreal scene. Even the town fountain had fallen victim to the curse, frozen mid-spray. The water had transformed into a bizarre, crystalline sculpture that oddly resembled a disgruntled gnome. The curse had not only affected the people, but also the objects around them, creating a twisted and unsettling atmosphere. The sheer scale of the curse was staggering, leaving the townspeople to wonder if they would ever be able to break its hold.
The orcs, meanwhile, were having a field day. They were using the petrified townsfolk as makeshift siege weapons, hurling transformed carpenters like javelins and using petrified butchers as surprisingly effective battering rams. It was, to put it mildly, a chaotic and deeply unsettling scene.
“Well, this is certainly… unexpected,” Jael commented, his usually cheerful tone laced with a note of genuine apprehension. He'd expected a charming afternoon; he hadn’t expected a full-scale assault by weaponized inanimate objects.
Trixa, ever practical, began assessing their situation. “We need to find the source of the curse,” she stated, drawing her bow. “And fast. Before those orcs manage to build a catapult out of the town’s blacksmith.”
Vidalia, never one to miss an opportunity for dramatic flair, added, "And we must ensure my look survives this ordeal. One doesn't simply let a petrified cobbler ruin one's perfectly applied eyeshadow."
Billy, clutching his wand, muttered, “I… I think I saw a shimmering light coming from the old sorcerer’s tower. Maybe… maybe that’s where it all started?” He looked at his colleagues, a mixture of hope and dread in his eyes. The fate of Middle Earth, and perhaps their own individual existences, hung in the balance.
The quest to break the curse was just beginning, and already it was proving to be far more chaotic, and far more hilarious, than they could have ever imagined. The journey ahead promised a whirlwind of magical mishaps, musical orcs, and a whole lot of unexpected glitter.