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[Novel] The Caretaker of Tree Palace: “Doodles watched her curly brown ponytail swish from side-to-side as she went deeper off the path onto the dead leaves, melting away from the world.” Read more: https://amzn.to/2OuDsFE
[Novel] Waves: “Perla, she thought. Was it my fault that you were swallowed in the night? Was it because of what I did?” Read more: https://amzn.to/2Dassfq
The Waking Tree: “All was not as she had first imagined. This new world scared her. Would she even be able to breathe out there? Could she speak their language? Could she speak at all?” Read more: https://amzn.to/2PckbcE
Waves: “Mia didn’t want to go. She wanted to wait for another quake to come like they’d come so many mornings these past two Seasons.” Read more: https://amzn.to/2IzjUOl
The Waking Tree: “She watched the sky as if under a lover’s window, hoping for some sign of movement, a chance to throw pebbles and attract attention to her waiting presence.” Read more: https://amzn.to/2Ri2ObA
[Novel] The Caretaker of Tree Palace: “Come crunch the leaves with me. They won’t be around much longer now that spring is here.” Read more: https://amzn.to/2QDVu9X
[Novel] The Caretaker of Tree Palace: She wished she could do something. But how does one as little and as light as a dove lift a fallen tree? Read more: https://amzn.to/2OuDsFE
Waves: “Mia-and-Perla, side by side for the past thirteen Great Seasons of the Tree. Always. At least until two nights ago when the world swallowed Perla.” Read more: https://amzn.to/2Dassfq
The Waking Tree: “I wish I had memories of Abra dangling from my limbs when she was a little girl. Maybe I could have protected her, kept her heart soft so she could hear my humming tree-song.” Read more: https://amzn.to/2PckbcE
“Emotions for the bodark are extreme. Me, I like how they hide in corners, how their bare winter limbs shoot up and out like a fountain. I like the stories they tell.” Read more: https://amzn.to/2Ri2ObA
At first, he seemed strange Gazing hard at nothing But we couldn’t see what he saw Didn’t know what he was hearing What’s wrong with you, boy? What’s going on in that head of yours? Why you looking like you seen a ghost? Go along. Get out of here. “The demons,” he cried. “I see... Continue Reading →
I spent a little time browsing through the journal I kept during the month I had an apartment in Galway. The first week, I was solo; the second week, my friend Janne and I toured about; the last two weeks, our husbands joined us. Flipping through I found plenty of bulleted lists of what I did.... Continue Reading →
My Amazon Author page has been updated. Four of my novels in paperback and on Kindle are now available. Quick look at what's out there: The Caretaker of Tree Palace - a boy learns to speak again through the powers of art and nature Waves - a dystopian mystery The Waking Tree - a ghost... Continue Reading →
This story started bubbling up for me during the weeks before September 11, 2001. After watching the attacks on television as so many of us did, I dug into this story until I found myself on the other side of many things in life that I had to -- my soul had to -- walk... Continue Reading →
As we approach Autumn, my favorite season and the season of my birth, I'm seeing the changes that tend to come at the closing of one season and the easing into a new one. For me, this year has been spent in theaters. I've performed in three plays and directed one. As I ease out... Continue Reading →
Proud to share my novel, The Caretaker of Tree Palace, and a few short stories in paperback and on Kindle. Paperback Version Kindle Version Follow my Author page on Amazon.com!
https://youtu.be/qhunZiepDrU By C. Dawn McCallum (Originally published in Brilliant Star Magazine, March/April Issue 2003) Follow my Author page on Amazon.com! -------- Princess Sufficient gazed over the village square as the subjects of her parents’ kingdom prepared for the daily Celebration of the Big Rising Sun. Next to the Festival of Helpfulness that lasted all day... Continue Reading →
(Originally published in READ Magazine on November 21, 2003) https://youtu.be/yyCVRLy1r7o Ernesto rolled the pebble between his fingers and stared out at the road, watching for the cloud of dust that would rise when the truck came to take them to the fields where their short-handled hoes would hack the beets under the leaves, and their... Continue Reading →
C. Dawn McCallum 