Flights of Fantasy

Flights of Fantasy
​Iron Faerie Publishing presents: A compilation of short stories created by 131 international authors. Get ready to dive into a realm where magic knows no bounds, and legends come to life. From the mystical depths of ancient forests to the soaring heights of dragon filled skies, these tales will transport you to worlds where heroes rise, kingdoms clash, and the extraordinary becomes ordinary. Whether you seek epic adventures, tales of mystical creatures, or stories of unlikely heroes, this anthology has it all! Prepare to be spellbound and experience the magic of an entire universe in a single book.
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Lisa H. Owens' excerpt:
The Robin's Extraordinary Spring in Three Parts
Newlywed Bliss and the Love-Nest
[Part-One]
“You aren’t nearly as clever as you think,” Mrs. Robin cajoled from the top of a stately oak tree, as she gazed into the bulbous yellow eye of Benjamin, the resident ogre. She conspiratorially winked at him and was rewarded by his hearty ear-splitting guffaw.
Mr. Robin was startled by the sonic-boom of the giant’s laughter and shook his feathers to regain composure before cheeping in his most irritated voice, “I’m merely a genius!”
“Prove it,” the Mrs. challenged. “Build me a beautiful love-nest.”

“Well, that’s surely too easy. Like taking worms from a hatchling, my sweet.” The Mr. elaborately rolled his eyes at Benjamin—who was annoyed by this newlywed saga.
 
“Get cracking, then! I have the perfect spot in mind,” the Mrs. instructed, stepping from the branch onto Benjamin’s moss-covered shoulder, who immediately shook her off with the vigor of a mountain troll caught out in the rain. She was catapulted to the ground and indignantly stomped her dainty feet before fluttering to perch upon Trembling Stone, the predictor of danger. She elongated one elegant wing towards a lofty fork in the emotional Weeping Willow, who cried when it rained.

“There!”
 
“Aah. Just like you to pick the most challenging of trees. Don’t you worry your pretty little birdbrain, dear. I’ve gotcha covered,” Mr. R  looked to Benjamin for moral support—too late, as he was gone—already returned to the quietude of the enchanted forest. The Mr. shrugged then stretched his lore in the self-satisfied grimace that passed for a smile, dropping down into the meadow to pluck a ball of fluff off a dandelion head.

“The foundation is the most important feature of any love-nest,” he male-’splained to his recent bride. “You just sit back and watch me peck away at this project, my little chickadee. We’ll have a nest to beat all nests in no time.”
Mrs. R chuckled under her breath as she began preening and smoothing her feathers. It was just like a male to continually brag about his pecker. She would sit back and allow him to impress her. Let his beak do all the work. [read more in the anthology]

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