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A LADY MOONWALKER SERIES
Book Two
By Patty L. Fletcher
Independently published with assistance provided by
Dawn Blythe
Illustrations by Colleen Myles
Editing by Jo Pinto and Dawn Blythe
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, business, events and incidents are the products of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
Copyright 2024 by Patty Fletcher
All Rights Reserved
ISBN: 9798340497987
Dedication Page
The Blended Lives Chronicles is dedicated to those who work tirelessly to bridge the great chasm which separates the disAbled from the non-disAbled.
It is dedicated to all those who are open-minded, and acceptant. Those who are able and willing to see past the broken pieces of someone like me, and still allow them to be part of their world.
To all who believe “All Lives Matter!”
I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it.
I must admit, I’m terrified for you to do so.
The Order of the Night salutes you!
May Harmony find You.
Chapter Ten
A Popcorn Snowstorm
“Moony!” the kids yelled at once as the screen came into focus. “Happy Christmas!” For a moment, it was complete pandemonium as all the kids tried to talk.
“Hang on. Hang on. Moony cannot hear all of you. Now, you girls, go first and tell me what you’re doing with yourselves these days.”
“Lori is—”
“No, Kasandra. It’s not your place to tell,” Jaden said reproachfully to his little sister.
“Lori? Do you have some news?” Laya asked softly.
“Yes. I’m graduating early and I’m going to look at colleges off planet.”
“Off planet now, dear? I don’t think that’s possible.”
“Well—”
Before she could finish, Lyndi came in. “I thought Moony was gonna tell you stories. Let’s all hop up here on the floating mattress. That way, everyone can talk and hear.”
“That’s a lovely idea.” Laya agreed as her daughter pressed the button to set up the floating mattress. “Lori was just telling me about her possible college travels. Is that something you’re going to be able to manage? Are they making exceptions for the higher grades?”
“Nothing’s been decided. There are a select few who may get a travel visa.”
“That’s wonderful,” Laya said, though she felt anything but pleased.
“Moony?” Kasandra asked. “Will you tell us about the Christmas Portal?”
“If it’s okay with your mom. I can always tell a slightly different—”
“No.” Lyndi laughed. “Honestly, mom, I’m sorry to say they hear and see worse when they watch movies. There’s just no keeping the world away. Besides, I’ve heard this story, and I think it’s fine. Let them have their fairytale. It’s not every day a kid can say their grandmother plays a starring role in their bedtime story. I think you should write it down.”
“Yeah!” the others chimed in. Even the boys liked this story, so after listening to the baby coo for a moment or two, Laya said, “Lyndi, may we speak after?”
“Not tonight, Mom. As soon as I get the baby down, I’ve got to call Brooke before he is to leave for another off planet run. Now that things are as they are, I never let him leave the atmosphere without taking time to talk. The kids talked with him earlier, so if it’s okay—” Her voice trailed off.
“Of course, it’s okay, honey. I wouldn’t expect you to do otherwise. I didn’t know he was getting ready to fly back out. Go on now. Put that wee one to bed, get yourself a nice glass of something to drink, and let Moony entertain this bunch awhile.”
“Thanks, Mom. Really. I promise we can talk tomorrow.” Throwing one last kiss to the kids, Lyndi took the baby and left the room. “Okay, everyone get situated, and we’ll have a tale.”
While the kids jockeyed for positions on the mattress, Laya got up and let King in.
Just when Laya thought all was settled, Jaden said, “Oh! We’ve got to have popcorn. Let me see if Mom—”
“No, Jaden,” Laya said quickly. “Wait. Watch.” With a flip from her wrist, popcorn began falling through the air like snowflakes in a storm. Moments later, it was all piled up in a big bowl, buttery and warm.
“Moony, that’s cool. How did you do that? You’re there and we’re here,” they all wanted to know.
“One day I’ll show you, but now, let’s have our tale.” And with that, Laya began.
Chapter Eleven
The Portal Brings Christmas Love
“Now remember, momma says it’s okay for me to tell it just like it happened. Moony sometimes says words you must not say.”
The little ones giggled, and the older ones rolled their eyes, not knowing that even though their Moony couldn’t see, she knew they were doing so.
“Anyway, as I was saying, I woke just after midnight on that early Christmas morn. Though I knew I should be happy, there was a horrible emptiness inside me. My longing for Derrick had become all-consuming. All I wanted for Christmas was to hold him. He’d been mine and King’s trainer and we’d shared some happy times, but when I’d come back to Korponious, my life had somehow turned itself inside out. Due to my fiancé’s abuse, my mental illness had spun horribly out of control. For a time, I’d been terribly lost to the darkness. It was a prolonged period of spiraling behavior, during which I’d destroyed mine and Derrick’s friendship and had damn near killed myself.”
“But you’re better now, right?” Lori asked.
“Yes, darling. I’m well for now. I take much better care of myself than I ever did.”
For a moment, no one spoke. Though the younglings knew there were problems between their mom and grandmother, they didn’t understand them all. They only knew they loved their Moony and never wanted to lose her again.
Laya picked up the tale again. “Grampa Derrick and I had met a few years later at a Blended Lives Federation convention, and while working out our differences, had gotten dangerously entangled in an interplanetary government overthrow attempt when I’d been kidnapped, tortured, and almost killed.
“Derrick had risked his life and freedom to save me and had worked tirelessly once we were reunited to help King and me to rehabilitate, only to be separated by war breaking out. I was in Korponious settling my affairs, while readying to move to Casimian.
“But, because of current travel bans, I could not immigrate. I was, in a word, miserable.
“The crisp damp air from mine and King’s earlier walk outside seemed to linger in my nostrils as I went about straightening the kitchen. I loved and hated this time of night. On one hand, it was peaceful, and my mind could be at rest from the cluttered emotions noticed during the day when everyone was awake. On the other, if I let my mind drift too long in the void, I could get lost in some incredibly dark shadows.
“When I could stand the silence no longer, I turned on some music, and set about sweeping the floor, casting as I went. I swept large lazy circles in a counterclockwise fashion to clear away not only the dirt piling into the middle of the floor, but the pain which was eating my spirit as well.
“When I was done, I knelt and quickly dumped the dirt into the trash can. I called the four quarters and set the circle of white light firmly around myself, and with tears of deep longing streaming from my eyes, began chanting.
“There is no part of my life which does not belong to the Goddess.
There is no part of my body which does not belong to the Goddess.
I am She and She is me. We are one, yet we are we.
Oh, hear my heart’s cry. Hear my plea.
So mote it be. Blessid be.”
“Moony?” Kasandra said.
“Yes, sweetie.
“Did you really believe when you said that prayer?”
“Oh, yes!” Laya answered. “I poured all my will into it. I desperately wanted to see Derrick. Wanted nothing more than to have him hold me in his arms and take me away from all the empty sadness that seemed to cling to me day and night. I felt if I could somehow remove all the obstacles in our path by sweeping them away, like the dirt on the floor, my dreams could be fulfilled.”
“So, if I pray to the Goddess about something, She will hear and answer?” Kasandra asked.
“The creator, no matter what you call him or her, will always hear and answer, love. Just remember, the answers we’re given aren’t always what we want to hear. Just as when momma says no to things for your own good, our heavenly parents also must sometimes say no. But it appeared that night I was due a bit of a gift.
“The clump of nastiness fell into the bin with a soft thump! And as I washed my hands and face at the kitchen sink a moment later, I felt the room shift and the portal just to my left open. I turned ever so slowly, as to not startle whomever or whatever was coming through. I never knew until the being had passed through whether it would be living or spirit, but in either case, whatever it was, it needed to be allowed to come completely through without interruption. To do otherwise could be dangerous for everyone involved. If disturbed, the soul of whomever was coming through, whether living or spirit, could be forever damaged.
“I held my breath and wished for Derrick with all my might.”
The younglings gasped. Even though they knew the story well enough to tell it to their friends, this part always excited them.
Laya continued. “The air swished, and a moment later, Derrick stood solid and living beside me.
“‘You called, my lady?’
“I turned to him and reached out my arms. He accepted my invitation, and a moment later, we were locked in a tight embrace.”
“Oh! a real Prince Charming!” Kasandra clapped her hands with glee.
“Hush, Kasandra,” Jaden chided. “Let Moony tell the tale.”
“Oh! that’s okay.” Laya smiled. “It was pretty cool. Anyhow, it must have been good for Grampa Derrick, too, because a moment later, he breathed, ‘Gods, Laya, I missed you!’
“My heart nearly stopped at the sound of his voice. I breathed deeply of his scent and filed it away for a time when I would want him and not have him. He gently placed the tips of his long, strong fingers under my chin, tipped my face up so he could look into my eyes, and pressed his lips onto my nose, my cheeks, and finally, my mouth. We stood like that for a long, passionate moment.
“And then as he pulled away, he asked, ‘So, have you been just good enough to earn a present, and just naughty enough to deserve it?’
“I smiled, but the happiness didn’t make it all the way to my eyes. Derrick, being the type to notice everything at a moment’s glance, asked gently, ‘Why do I have a feeling my lady doesn’t believe in Santa or Christmas Magick anymore?’
“I took a deep breath to steady myself in a futile attempt at regaining my composure. I knew if I spoke at that moment, my voice would betray me.
“‘Honesty, my Lady. You promised.’
“‘Derrick?’ I began, but I did not have the words to convey what I felt. How could I tell him that these tiny visits, these snippets into what we could have, if only —?
“He gently tightened his arms around me, and speaking soft and soothingly he said, ‘Darling, it will not always be this way. It’s only for a little longer that we must live apart. I know it’s hard, and you struggle, but just be patient, and one day all you desire will be so.’
“‘Can you stay a while this time? Are you expected elsewhere later in the day? Would anyone miss you if you were gone for a while?’
“My voice shook with tears that threatened to fall, as I tightly held on.
“‘Aren’t you expected at your family’s?’ he asked.
“‘I could make an excuse. I’ve been sick.’
“He smiled and kissed me. ‘Aww, my lady, both of us must meet our obligations. We have too much to lose to do otherwise. You have worked extremely hard to regain your life, and with all you’ve had to overcome, I am quite proud of you. I have worked hard to gain a lot of people’s trust, and I must work doubly hard now to keep it.’
“‘When…?’
“‘Shhhh!’ he whispered, ‘Let us just enjoy the moment!’
“He fervently crushed his lips over mine in a long, warm kiss and, when his need was sated, he pulled away and shouted, shattering the silent night. ‘King! Here! King! Come!’
“The big cream-colored Lab Cross leapt from his place at the foot of my bed and pounded down the hall.
“‘Arhrhrhrh!’ Derrick growled at him as he jumped. ‘Come here, you beast! Help me make your momma laugh!’
“They danced around, Derrick holding King’s paws, until they made me dizzy with their laughter and love.
“‘Okay! Okay!’ I laughed, ‘Y’all win!’
“Soon we were all swept away in the moment, and I found myself back in Derrick’s arms.
“‘Tell me one thing you’d like to do, and let us see if we can have it, if only for a little while,’ He said as his hands ran along my back, and his lips rained kisses, which made my skin tingle and prickle down upon my face in between every word.
“‘I want to run in the surf with you and King. I’ve had enough cold, wind, and snow.’
“He laughed into my hair. ‘The beach it is, My Lady, but I get to pick which one!’
“The three of us stood close together. We’d trained King to travel with us long ago, and he did it as he did everything else, with precision and obedience.
“As Derrick and I clasped hands, he said, ‘Are you ready? Open your mind to me.’
“I took a deep breath. I was always just a tad bit nervous when we traveled, but Derrick had taught me well, and as with everything, I trusted his teaching.
“‘Nooo! Wait! I don’t have a swimsuit.’
“‘You don’t need anything, Laya.’
“I could almost swear he sounded just a touch annoyed.”
“Sometimes dad sounds that way when mom says stuff like that,” Jeff, Laya’s oldest grandson, laughed.
Clearing her throat and trying not to laugh at the thought of the things the younglings heard when their mom and dad thought they were asleep, she continued.
“Just then I felt a shifting around us, pressure pushed at us from all sides, and for an instant I could not breathe.
“Then Derrick was holding me, King was running round in large crazy circles barking hysterically and the warm sun was shining onto my skin.
“I stood and took a deep breath of the warm salty air. ‘Where are we?’
“He laughed. ‘We are in Casimia Heights, on my secluded beach, and for the next little while, your wish is my every command. By the time I take you home, I want the magick back in your smile, and in those beautiful eyes.’
“We removed our clothes and held one another in the warmth of the sand. We ran along the shore hand in hand, with King pounding along beside us. We stood in the surf and drank eggnog rum cream cocktails, and we made love on the beach with the heat of our skin melding with the smooth sand for what seemed like hours.
“As the sun set began, Derrick described the beautiful fiery red and orange bursts of color to me, and ran his fingers through my long damp curls, as he held me in his arms.
“‘I love you, My Lady, and one day soon this will all be ours forever. I want you to remember, even when we’re apart, you are forever in my heart, mind, body, and soul. Remember that it is your love which makes me whole.’
“His mouth found mine, and we lay like that until the sun had set, darkness had fallen, and the Casimian moon had risen high into the warm velvet starlit sky. King lay curled up beside us, and in that moment, I could genuinely believe in love and Christmas Magick.
“All too soon, the moment had passed, and Derrick took my hand in one of his, and with his other grasped King’s collar.
“‘All good things gotta end. My Lady, I must return you to your world now. One day—’
“‘Shhhh!’ I whispered, holding tightly to his hand. ‘Don’t make promises you have no idea if you can ever truly keep. Let us just enjoy the moment. Just be in the now! Yesterday is done, and tomorrow’s not begun. Now is good! Let us just keep it and not worry about the rest, and please? Kiss me once more?’
“He leaned down and tenderly kissed my lips, his fingers gently wiping tears from my face as he did.
“‘Don’t cry, sweetheart. I do hate to see tears in those beautiful eyes.’
“Then, like before, I felt the pressure shift around us. Again, for just a moment, I could not breathe, and then we were all back in my kitchen. Then, I felt something warm and wet on my feet.
“‘Oh! Gods! I left the water running!’
“The sink was full and overflowing, the kitchen floor was flooded, and suddenly, King began to bark, howl, and then ran from the room in a jingling, jangling, wiggly, waggly fury.”
“Poor King,” Lori said. “He didn’t like standing in a lake in his kitchen.”
“Silly dog.” Jaden laughed. “He’s supposed to like water.”
“Not in his kitchen,” Lori protested.
“Oh, yes. We thought it was funny, too.” Laya smiled. “For a moment, the two of us could only stand in surprised silence. Then, we began to laugh. We laughed and laughed. We laughed as we cleaned up the mess. We laughed as we piled all the soaked towels into my washer, and we laughed as we stood in the portal, kissing our good-byes.
“As he faded away into his world, I heard Derrick’s voice float back to me, ‘Keep laughing, My Lady! I love you! Merry Christmas!’
“The End.”
***
“Oh! Moony! And your wishes came true. You are there with Derrick and—” Kasandra stopped, a little embarrassed at her babbling.
“It is wonderful.” Laya said. “The only thing that is going to be better than that is when we can all celebrate together.”
“When can that be?” Lori wanted to know.
“As soon as is possible, love. Your Moony would come right now if she could.”
“Can’t you just shift here?” Jaden asked.
“I wish it were that simple. They monitor Magickal movement. If they caught me coming there or you here without permission, it could cause a whole bunch of problems. I want us to all be together and we are going to make it happen. I can’t promise when because I will not make a promise if I am not sure I can keep it. No matter what anyone ever says, your Moony loves you.”
“I don’t know why we couldn’t have stayed there when we came a little while back to find you. I mean, they would have let us, wouldn’t they?”
“Jaden, your dad had to go home for his job, and well, sweetie, it just wasn’t the right time. There are many things that aren’t fair.”
“Mom and dad should—”
“No, darling. Your parents love you, and they want only the absolute best for you. The decisions grown-ups make are hard sometimes, and I know to you they seem harsh, but I promise, one day we will be together whenever we wish. As soon as it’s legal again to shift back and forth, we will visit any time you want that mom and dad say is okay. I promise.”
For a moment, no one said anything, and Laya was starting to feel concerned when suddenly, Derrick popped in with a booming, “Ho! Ho! Ho! Are there any good younglings in here somewhere? Maybe they’ve been so good they get a little treat?”
“Grampa Derrick!” Kasandra squealed. “Yay! Moony made a popcorn snowstorm. Isn’t that cool?”
“It is indeed. Now check your PJ pockets.” They all did, and each found a chocolate Santa inside.
When all the candy was eaten and Derrick had sent a Magick elf to hand out gifts from him and Laya and wash the chocolate away, Lori said, “We’d best be getting ready for bed.” And without another word, she made the floating mattress disappear, and the kids were back on the furniture in the floor of the room with all the little trinkets and candies the elves left piled round them.
“Lori. How long have you been able to do that?”
All the kids fell silent. “It’s okay.” Derrick said. “If your Moony agrees, we can keep it a secret for now.”
“I imagine they have already been doing that. Lori?”
“I started being able to do things about two months before mom’s powers began to show. I have not told them. I am studying with a friend.”
“What friend?” Laya asked.
“Do I have to say?”
“No.” Derrick said at once. “You do not. For now, I will just say that you must be careful how and when you use your powers. If they’re not documented and something goes wrong, it could be a problem. Take care, youngling.”
“I will. Moony, Grampa Derrick, are things as bad as some say?”
“Things are unsettled, and you should do as your parents ask. I know what it is to be a youngling during wartime. It’s hard. You want to sneak out and do things you shouldn’t. I won’t lie and say I didn’t. I did. Most times it ended with Great-Grampa Randall having to come and get me out of some jam or other.”
Kasandra giggled. “Did Great-Grampa Randall paddle your bum?”
Derrick laughed. “Yes, he did. Now, didn’t I hear your big sister tell you it was about bedtime for real?”
“Well?” Lori said with a slight smile. “We could maybe stay—”
“No. Lori.” Lyndi laughed as she came back into the room. “Tempting as it might be to hear Derrick’s tales of his boyhood, it truly is time for bed.”
“I take it the sweet one has gone down for the night?”
“Yes.” Lyndi said with a relieved sigh. “Now that the two youngest are down and these are soon to follow, I’m going for that something to drink mom advised, and have a chat with Brooke. I will call tomorrow, Mom, I promise. Derrick, you look after her and King, you hear?” She looked steadily into the camera and directly at Derrick as she spoke. He knew though she phrased it in a question, it was really a statement.
“Absolutely, Lyndi.” Derrick said, looking straight back at her through the camera lens. “You and Brooke take care as well. These are not great times for anyone, no matter what side they’re on.”
“We can agree on that.” Lyndi said. “Love you all.” And with that, the screen went blank.
Turning into Derrick’s arms and burying her face against his chest, Laya sobbed, “I must go home, Derrick. Lori, Lyndi. They do not know what they’re doing. Who is Lori studying with? Why on Korponious did you tell her she didn’t have to say? What is wrong with you?”
Derrick held her, letting the rage she vented flow out in red angry waves. When her energies were spent and she lay sobbing in his arms, he said, “I can find out who she’s studying with and allow her to feel she has some control. That’s important for a girl her age dealing with all she is right now, and if you were thinking normally, you’d know I was right.”
“Do you think Lyndi heard her?” Laya asked.
“I don’t think so. I was reading her, and she appeared to have only heard Kasandra’s question.”
“Oh, Derrick. I’m going to lose them again. If she turns to the Clear Bloods. Or worse, what if she goes to the Purified? I cannot bear it.”
“We’re going to do all we can to see that doesn’t happen. I promise it. I swear on my life. I will try with all I can to keep us and those we love safe. However, my lady, you’ve work to do too. The first thing I’d like you to do is get yourself back under control. I know you’re hurting. I’m sorry things are as they are. Family or not, Lyndi and Brooke are still listed as Friedman supporters. This makes them by majority rule Clear Blood supporters. This puts us on opposite sides in a bad way. We must keep a balance.” Derrick took her face firmly in his hands. “Are you listening to me?”
“Yes.” Laya answered. For a moment he thought she was going to argue with him, try to deny the pressure was getting to her. In the end, with tears in her eyes again, she said, “Derrick, I’m sorry. This is ripping me up inside. I must choose my duties to the overall picture rather than saying to hell with it and going home to face whatever befalls. The only reason I’ve not chosen that path is because in the end it wouldn’t do a thing but get me captured. I wouldn’t be any good to Lyndi, the younglings or you. Please don’t be angry. Just love me a while.”
Picking her up in his arms, Derrick walked into their private study. He sat down and took her on his lap. “You must get yourself back under control. You’ve started more than a popcorn snowstorm.”
Coming back to herself with a jerk, Laya asked, “Did I make it snow?”
“Yes. Tomorrow, I want you to spend at least two solid hours on nothing but mindful meditation. You must learn to control this. If you don’t, I’ll have no choice but to order you to see Mother Crone. Are we clear?”
Laya swallowed her sobs. “Yes, Derrick.
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Patty L. Fletcher
Patty has written and published several works of fiction and nonfiction. She has been featured in several anthologies and created and published The Writer’s Grapevine Magazine.
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Books
2024
The Blended Lives Chronicles: A Battle of Choices – Published October 31, 2024
Book 2 square photo – A blood red background with white font. The title, The Blended Lives Chronicles sits on the top in smaller font. A Battle of Choices is in the center, with larger font, displaying this as the main focus. Patty L Fletcher is on the bottom right hand corner in medium font. The logo sits on the center. The logo is a white skeleton key with its top key ring angled to the right and the bottom angled to the left. The key sits inside the space of a crescent moon, also in white, but with a thin black border. The crescent moon opening is angled down to the bottom right.
About the Book:
Lady Laya MoonWalker and Derrick Gibbous find themselves, once again, at odds with those who would segregate and purify anyone deemed unworthy. When Laya begins to fulfill a prophecy set by higher powers, she must learn to wield her magick in new ways. Amidst the fight to protect their loved ones, they each must choose when to sacrifice and when to hold strong to their beliefs, their love, and their morality.
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Blended Lives Chronicles: Sides of the Order – Published October 31, 2023
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The cover is a deep, candy apple red, with the title, The Blended Lives Chronicles: Sides of the Order at the top in white text. At the bottom is the author’s name, Patty L. Fletcher, also typed in white. Above the author’s name and below the title of the book is a white skeleton key, taking up about 3/4 of the cover space.
The cover is a deep, candy apple red, with the title, The Blended Lives Chronicles: Sides of the Order at the top in white text. At the bottom is the author’s name, Patty L. Fletcher, also typed in white. Above the author’s name and below the title of the book is a white skeleton key, taking up about 3/4 of the cover space.
Lady Laya MoonWalker is a well respected author and magazine owner and a high priestess in the magickal community. After a drawn-out battle with the forces of dark magik, she has come into her own. She lives and works on Planet Korponious, where she is the owner and creator of an Interplanetary Magazine called “Blended Lives Chronicles.” Her mission is to blend the lines of race, creed, and disability that separate so many and to elevate the recognition of the training and ability of Service Animals of all kinds to a new level. She has just been accepted into the Blended Lives Federation and now hopes to continue her work in a way like nothing known to her before.
Laya has created a lot of wreckage along the way through her dark journey into the light, and now she wishes to set this to right. She has just received her best break ever. Frank Prince, the CEO of The Blended Lives Learning Center, has invited her to the Celtic New Year Convention and Witches Ball as a reporter to write a story on the progress of The Blended Lives Planetary Federation. She will be their guest speaker at the opening ceremonies
When Laya arrives at the Celtic Convention, she finds herself face to face with an old and dear friend, Blended Lives Learning Center Instructor and member of the Order of the Night, Derrick Gibbous. As they begin to connect, causing old sparks to reignite, they are tossed into a nasty battle from which not everyone will escape. People are not as they seem, and not everyone supports the side for which they appear to work.
As their love for one another grows, so does the battle. Despite everything, Laya and Derrick are determined to see their work to unite beings of all kinds succeed.
Pathway to freedom – Published November 26, 2020
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The cover of “Pathway to Freedom”.
A garden with rocks and pebbles, surrounded by grass and trees. To the left, a bench sits below a tree with a seated dog silhouetted on the grass in front of it. An ethereal glow of gold and green shines through the middle of the picture with the title of the book written in fantasy style lettering in darker gold and with black shadowing.
The cover of “Pathway to Freedom”. A garden with rocks and pebbles, surrounded by grass and trees. To the left, a bench sits below a tree with a seated dog silhouetted on the grass in front of it. An ethereal glow of gold and green shines through the middle of the picture with the title of the book written in fantasy style lettering in darker gold and with black shadowing.
In this, the first book in her memoir trilogy, Pathway to Freedom – Broken and Healed: Book One – How a Seeing Eye Dog Retrieved My Life, Patty shares how her decision to gain complete independence with the help of ‘The Seeing Eye Guide Dog’ school in Morris Town, New Jersey, reveals to her a glimpse into worlds she had never before known existed. Once home from ‘The Seeing Eye’ she soon begins to realize all is not right in her world. Watch your step as you journey down the pathway with Patty and Campbell, for there are many obstacles along the way. There are triumphs and tribulations, tears and fears, but through it all that forever guide by her side, King Campbell works tirelessly to keep her safe from harm.
Bubba Tails – Published October 3, 2017
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Bubba Tails book cover
The cover is white with pink highlights around the title at the top and Patty’s name at the bottom. In the center is a watercolor paininting of a black lab dog sitting down with black puppies and golden puppies beneath it playing. A couple of the puppies are seemingly reading an open book on the ground. Behind the dogs are colors of pink, purple, and blue watercolor.
Bubba Tails book cover The cover is white with pink highlights around the title at the top and Patty’s name at the bottom. In the center is a watercolor paininting of a black lab dog sitting down with black puppies and golden puppies beneath it playing. A couple of the puppies are seemingly reading an open book on the ground. Behind the dogs are colors of pink, purple, and blue watercolor.
In this magical and love-filled tail, King Campbell AKA Bubba travels to the puppy nursery at The Seeing Eye to help ready a group of puppies who are just about to embark on the fabulous journey of learning to become Seeing Eye dogs. Just as he is about to finish his tail, a wee pup becomes very frightened of all that lies ahead, and one frightfully stormy night she runs away! Will King Campbell hear the urgent call from the puppy nursery in time? Will they find her and save her so she can fulfill her destiny?
The use of Tail instead of Tale for story and Magik instead of Magic is intended for these short stories. A great play on words from King Campbell.
Campbell’s Rambles – Published July 31, 2014
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Campbell’s Rambles book cover
The cover is a photograph of Patty and a black labrador dog with a guide harness and they are standing next to a body of water. The dog is looking down at the water which has flower petals strewn on the surface. Patty’s hair is dark brown and she is wearing a dark blue shirt and black pants. Behind her are various people all looking at the water. On the water’s edge in the distance are shrubs and trees and a blue sky.
Above and below the picture is a gray border with the title and Patty’s name in blue and black.
Campbell’s Rambles book cover The cover is a photograph of Patty and a black labrador dog with a guide harness and they are standing next to a body of water. The dog is looking down at the water which has flower petals strewn on the surface. Patty’s hair is dark brown and she is wearing a dark blue shirt and black pants. Behind her are various people all looking at the water. On the water’s edge in the distance are shrubs and trees and a blue sky. Above and below the picture is a gray border with the title and Patty’s name in blue and black.
This is the story of how the author obtained her first guide dog, Campbell, from The Seeing Eye™ in Morristown, New Jersey: what motivated her, the extensive training she had, the special relationship she developed with her trainer, and the good friends she made.
Once she returned home to Tennessee, there were many new challenges to be met and overcome, including domestic abuse. All that was in addition to her chronic conditions of bipolar disorder and fibromyalgia.
With honesty, courage, and humor, Patty Fletcher tells a remarkable story of personal development that is sure to inform, entertain, and inspire others, both blind and sighted.
Anthologies
Midnight Roost – Published October 17, 2023
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Midnight Roost: Weird and Creepy Stories book cover. The background of the book cover is a creepy nighttime scene with a full moon and shades of dark blue and black with spindly tree branches and silhouettes. On the ground is dirt with a gravestone. Amongst the trees silhouettes of owls with glowing cyclops eyes.
At the bottom right of the book cover is the author’s name, Kaye Lynne Booth.
Midnight Roost: Weird and Creepy Stories book cover. The background of the book cover is a creepy nighttime scene with a full moon and shades of dark blue and black with spindly tree branches and silhouettes. On the ground is dirt with a gravestone. Amongst the trees silhouettes of owls with glowing cyclops eyes. At the bottom right of the book cover is the author’s name, Kaye Lynne Booth.
20 authors bring your nightmares to life in 23 stories of ghosts, paranormal phenomenon and the horror from the dark crevasses of their minds. Stories of stalkers, both human and supernatural, possession and occult rituals, alien visitations of the strange kind, and ghostly tales that will give you goosebumps. These are the tales that will make you fear the dark. Read them at the Midnight Roost… if you dare.
Poetry Treasures 3: Passions – Published April 18, 2023
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Poetry Treasures 3: Passions book cover.
The background is a craggy beach with a blue sky above and a blue ocean. On the sand sits a treasure chest that is open and glowing gold. Kneeling to the left of the chest is a barefoot woman in jeans and a long sleeve red shirt and long brown hair.
The title sits at the top of the cover in cursive black lettering. Below the title are bubbles of images featuring a ballerina, a cat, a man fishing, a woman painting, a woman hiking, a woman baking, a woman riding a horse, and a man playing guitar.
Poetry Treasures 3: Passions book cover. The background is a craggy beach with a blue sky above and a blue ocean. On the sand sits a treasure chest that is open and glowing gold. Kneeling to the left of the chest is a barefoot woman in jeans and a long sleeve red shirt and long brown hair. The title sits at the top of the cover in cursive black lettering. Below the title are bubbles of images featuring a ballerina, a cat, a man fishing, a woman painting, a woman hiking, a woman baking, a woman riding a horse, and a man playing guitar.
Open the cover
and you will discover
the Poetry Treasures
of guests on
Robbie Cheadle’s
2022 “Treasuring Poetry” blog series
on Writing to be Read.
Included are treasures from:
Patty Fletcher, D. Wallace Peach, Yvette Prior,
Penny Wilson, Colleen M. Chesebro, Abbie Taylor,
Yvette Calliero, , Smitha Vishwanath,
Chris Hall, Willow Willers, Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer,
and Robbie Cheadle
Visions – Published October 22, 2022
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Visions book cover
The background is a dark blue, black gradient with blurry light orbs in a light blue color on the right side of the cover. In the foreground, there is one silvery orb with a child’s face and two handprints on either side of the face. The title is at the top in large, lowercase yellow-gold lettering.
Visions book cover The background is a dark blue, black gradient with blurry light orbs in a light blue color on the right side of the cover. In the foreground, there is one silvery orb with a childs face and two handprints on either side of the face. The title is at the top in large, lowercase yellow-gold lettering.
An author’s visions are revealed through their stories. Many authors have strange and unusual stories, indeed. Within these pages, you will find the stories of eighteen different authors, each unique and thought provoking. These are the fantasy, science fiction, paranormal, and horror stories that will keep you awake long into the night.
What happens when:
An inexplicable monster plagues a town for generations, taking people… and souvenirs?
A post-apocalyptic band of travelers finds their salvation in an archaic machine?
The prey turns out to be the predator for a band of human traffickers?
Someone chooses to be happy in a world where emotions are regulated and controlled?
A village girl is chosen to be the spider queen?
Grab your copy today and find out. Let authors such as W.T. Paterson, Joseph Carabis, Kaye Lynne Booth, Michaele Jordan, Stephanie Kraner, and others, including the author of the winning story in the WordCrafter 2022 Short Fiction Contest, Roberta Eaton Cheadle, tantalize your thoughts and share their Visions
From Kaye Lynne Booth, editor of Once Upon an Ever After: Modern Fairy Tales & Folklore, Refracted Reflections: Twisted Tales of Duality & Deception and Gilded Glass: Twisted Myths & Shattered Fairy Tales.
Strange Weather Anthology: True Quirks of Nature
Multiple Authors
Strange Weather Anthology cover shows top left bright sunshine, yellow-orange blend, top right corner wide black triangular cloud encroaching, red sky underneath, all reflected on water with small triangle black cloud bottom left.
No one can do anything about the weather, but we have captured it. Strange Weather Anthology: True Quirks of Nature is a collection of 15 true life stories from the 11 talented authors who lived through them, captured in vivid detail, in prose and verse. Some entries also include actual photographs.
Have you been through a hurricane…on a ship, seen balls of fire and strange flashes in the sky, dodged tornados while driving, seen a vivid or double rainbow or experienced strange rain patterns, unexpected torrential storms, different weather patterns at the same time, or woken to find myriads of giant snowballs everywhere?
Look inside for these awe-inspiring stories told from a personal perspective, including short autobiographies and where to find these remarkable authors.
FEATURED AUTHORS:
Ann Chiappetta John Cronin (Canada)
Carol Farnsworth Leonard Tuchyner
C. S. Boyd Lynda McKinney Lambert
Cheryl McNeil Fisher Patty L. Fletcher
Jackie Collins Robert D. Sollars
Marlene Mesot, Ed.
Strange Weather Anthology
Marls Menagerie Website
A photo of Patty Fletcher and her seeing-eye dog, Blue. Patty sits cross legged on the floor wearing a maroon t-shirt, a tan pottery apron, light blue capri pants, and black tennis shoes. Her hair is half up. Patty is hugging Blue on her right side with her face turned towards him. Blue is a black lab dog and is leaning against Patty with his head in her hands. He is laying on a gray dog rug and is on a brown leather leash that is looped onto a metal shelving unit.
About Patty L. Fletcher
Updated November 2024
Patty L. Fletcher is a woman of passion and exploration.
She studies the art of manifestation and is a seeker of knowledge and the wisdom to know what to do with it when it’s learned.
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