Maven Fairy Godmother: Through the Veil

Maven Godmother: Through the Veil

by Charlotte Henley Babb

Genre: Fantasy Humor

Release: March 30, 2012

Editor: Nancy Bell

Line editor: Antonia Tiranth

Cover Designer: Charlotte Volnek

Words: 101185

Pages: 279

ISBN: 978-1-77127-000-7

Price: $5.95

Back Cover:

Maven's new dream job--fairy godmother--presents more problems than she expects when she learns that Faery is on the verge of collapse, and the person who is training her isn't giving her the facts--and may be out to kill her. Will she be able to make all the fractured fairy tales fit together into a happy ending, or will she be eaten by a troll?

Excerpt:

"Be careful what you ask for," Maven said, "You just might get it."

The girl stared at Maven for a moment. She held up her fingers and started counting. "I just want to have (one) the fabulous, romantic evening with (two) the beautiful clothes and (three) the lovely music and (four) the elegant food I didn't have to cook." Wistful hope shone on her face even behind the calculations of exactly what kinds of fun girls just want to have. She stuck out her thumb and added, "I was very careful."

"You asked for it." Maven wondered how a fairy godmother cast her spell. She hoped the wand would work, but in a dream, what could go wrong? "I will provide the clothes and the coach and the whole kit, cat and caboodle. If you like what you see, then go for the prince and make yourself happy. If not, then come back home and decide what you want. You have until midnight before it all goes away. At the twelfth bong: busted."

"I'm ready." The girl closed her eyes, held her breath, and stood very still.

How to grant a wish? The Bump suggested bopping the girl over the head, preferably with a broom handle. Maven swished the wand, but nothing happened. There was a song in the movie, but she couldn't remember how it went. "Boopbetty Boopbetty Do!"

The girl opened her eyes again. "What? Do you need something for the magic...mice? A pumpkin?"

"Bring them on." The girl ought to wash her face, too. But if Maven had magic for horses and coaches, a bath should be no sweat. Maven never cast a spell before, but she'd written affirmations, meditations and invocations. She'd soaked her head and sunk her bankbook in all flavors of Manifest your Mojo workshops trying to make some sense of her life. Maybe they'd work if she did them for someone else.

"I don't have a pumpkin, and there aren't any mice in the trap," Ashleigh wailed.

"Quit wailing," Maven said. "What do you have?"

Ashleigh's eyes got wider, and her lip trembled. More tears made clean tracks down her face.

"Just get something big for a carriage, something to pull it, and something to drive." Maven held her wand on one hip and scratched her head. "You're running out of time."

While the girl went scrounging, Maven visualized a castle, grand courtiers, music, food, dancing, and flowers: Hollywood prom night on steroids.

The girl came back carrying a cabbage and something wiggling around in a sack, which they took outside. Maven waved the wand, drawing circles of sparkles around the cabbage. She invoked all the major credit cards, those being the most magical words she knew. With a flash of sparkles like fourth of July fireworks, the cabbage swelled to the size of an SUV and sprouted platinum wheels, a tailgate, a coachman's seat and a candle-lit lantern, all done up in shades of silver and celadon.

Maven swirled more sparkles around the sack, which opened to reveal two lizards. They stretched and twisted into two handsome footmen, each gorgeous enough to pose on the cover of any bodice ripper, dressed in green and white satin.

Maven grinned. If the job was this easy, she'd be all over it like stink on a hog.

"What about my horses? The carriage can't pull itself," Ashleigh cried. "What else can we use?" More welling, trembling and quivering.

Maven noticed the kitchen was not as clean as the storybooks always implied. "Let's go back into the kitchen. Open a cabinet door, or pick up something off the floor."

Obedient to the end, the Ashleigh gingerly lifted the edge of a rug. Out ran a couple of cockroaches. Maven zapped them, transforming them into ponies. She whistled, and the lizard coachmen came to get the ponies and hitch them up.

A couple of cabinets, a broom closet and a pantry later, four black ponies, like an ebony mule team complete with white ostrich plumes above their forelocks, were hitched to the cabbage.

Maven took another deep breath and flicked her wand over the girl, showering her with sparks. The ragged clothes disappeared just before they began to smolder—then the dirt vanished. Like the girl on the half-shell, Ashleigh stood there shivering and trying to cover herself while the former lizards leered and grinned.

"You must be new at this," Ashleigh cried. "Concentrate! I've got to get to the ball!"

Maven flicked and swirled, shouted the magic words again. Nothing.

An image of a sneer from her fourth grade teacher appeared in Maven's brain, her personal icon of falling short. Maven gritted her teeth, worked her jaw side to side, and invoked her redneck heritage with all the powers of Chaos. "Y'all watch this."

She twirled her wand above her head and snapped it like a whip toward the girl, stomping the ground in follow through. From a mist of sparkles and smoke, a goddess emerged, floating in a landscape of shimmering silk, sprinkled with diamonds like sesame seeds on a bun. Her hair twined around her head like kudzu with fragrant flower clusters sprouting over one ear. Diamond earrings dripped from her earlobes. She tottered in four-inch glass stilettos.

Ashleigh turned once each way to see the flow of the skirt. She wobbled a bit in the shoes, but tiptoed to Maven. "This is more like it!"

One of the former lizards bowed to his lady and helped her into the carriage. Then he leapt to the silver tailgate. The other scurried up to the coachman's seat without so much as a smirk.

About the Author:

Charlotte has been writing since she was four, making up stories about fairies in the back yard and aliens in the forest. She has studied the folk stories of many cultures and wonders what happened to ours. Where the stories are for people over 20 who have survived marriage, divorce, child-raising, education, bankruptcy, and widowhood? She loves Fractured Fairy Tales and writes them for your enjoyment.

Customer Reviews:

Maven isn't having much luck with life. Matter of fact, things suck. She's broke, out of gas, and at the end of her rope. But she tries for one more job and, after the weirdest interview ever, is hired to be...a fairy godmother? In training, of course.rnrnTaken in Faery, she's given a wand, wings, and a bit of gossamer to adjust as needed into clothing. She finds out that her interview wasn't just the virtual reality she assumed it was, but a real experience of wish granting for Ashleigh (the cinder covered girl with the rotten stepsisters). Recognizing the story, Maven puts together the coach from a pumpkin, horses from mice, and a lizard footman. Everything just as it should be, except...well, Maven can't resist visiting the ball herself to see how things go. That's a huge no-no, the Number One Rule. Fairy godmothers should never insert themselves in the story.rnrnA personal quirk: I'd as soon wait for the next book in the series to learn the story of Tulip, the human who desperately wants to be a fairy godmother, or Vivienne, Daisy, the Cook, and way too many other characters to keep track. Yes, all the stories spring from Maven's rewriting the old tales, but much of this could be imparted in a paragraph or two. Maven is the star here, and she's the one I want to read about.rnrnThere were some editing issues, but they appeared to be problems with formatting rather than lack of decent editing. I wouldn't let that stop me from recommending the book.rn

Charlotte is my oldest friend and; as my oldest friend, I know the growth pains of this novel very well. I was there when Maven was born and I have seen her grow, diminish, change, resurrect and finally spring fully-grown from the pages of her own book. Maven is just a little bit too real to be a fairy godmother but, as the story will tell you, she manages with the aplomb of an Everywoman character. Join Charlotte's foray into Faery with Maven's guidance and put down the romance novels, bodice-rippers and whatever else you read and just relax and let Maven deal with the problems - after all, it IS her job now...

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