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Bad Spelling - Book 1 of The Witches of Galdorheim Series

A klutzy witch, a shaman's curse, a quest to save her family. Can Kat find her magic in time?

by Marva Dasef http://marvadasef.com

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Cover Blurb

If you’re a witch living on a remote arctic island, and the entire island runs on magic, lacking magical skills is not just an inconvenience, it can be a matter of life and death–or, at least, a darn good reason to run away from home. 

Katrina’s spells don’t just fizzle; they backfire with spectacular results, oftentimes involving green goo.  A failure as a witch, Kat decides to run away and find her dead father’s non-magical family. But before she can, she stumbles onto why her magic is out of whack: a curse from a Siberian shaman.

The young witch, accompanied by her half-vampire brother, must travel to the Hall of the Mountain King and the farthest reaches of Siberia to regain her magic, dodging attacks by the shaman along the way.

Book 2: Midnight Oil - January 2012

Shipwrecked on a legendary island, how can a witch rescue her boyfriend if she can’t even phone home?

Book 3: Scotch Broom - April 2012

A magical trip to Stonehenge lands a witch in the Otherworld where an ancient goddess is up to no good.

Andy the Troll/Human

 Hi! My name is Ander, but everybody calls me Andy. I lived in the Troll Kingdom with my brothers Inder and Ender for fifteen years. As far as I was concerned, I was a troll and proud of it. Trolls don't look as bad as that picture, but we don't have cameras or cellphones in the caverns, so we don't take many photos. Let's just say we're not handsome, but we do have a certain drollish charm.

However, on her deathbed, my mother Gorm confessed that I was bortbyting, a changeling. When her triplets were born, one of the babies was weak and sickly. Mother Gorm knew that a child like this would never survive in the harsh conditions of the troll caverns, so she snuck into a Sami nomad camp one night and swapped out the sick baby for me. I was plenty healthy, but less than one day old. I imagine that the Sami parents might have wondered about the baby, but accepted the troll child as their own.

Now, this is how it works. If anyone, including humans, live long enough in the troll world, they become trollish over time. The same is true in reverse, so the troll baby who lived with the Samis would have appeared more human as he grew. At least I hoped he'd grow up strong and healthy. I certainly did. By the time the triplets could begin crawling through the caverns, I'd converted entirely into troll form. As a matter of fact, I even took on the looks of my brothers. Very few could tell us one from another. We wore different colored suspenders to identify us.

When Katrina and her brother, Rune, showed up at King Ole's, my brothers and I greeted them. Well, kind of greeted. We actually attacked them with knives. But it was an honest mistake. Rune (we didn't know he was Rune at the time) spoke to us in a strange language. We knew to expect somebody to come visiting, but thought it might be Thor's warriors. Again, honest mistake. Kat's aunt is named Thordis (like Thor, get it?) and the message to the three of us guarding the bridge into the Troll Kingdom...well, we screwed up, okay?

We took Kat and Rune to the King as we were supposed to do in the first place. It was only then that I found out that Kat was half Sami! Those are my birth people as Gorm had told me on her deathbed (sniff, I do miss my mother). Anyway, when Kat said she was searching for the nomadic Sami tribe, I spoke up. King Ole said I had a right to meet my birth parents, so I could go along on the search for them. But I had to return to the Troll Kingdom if the troll baby would not, or he was dead. It's all about a balance of nature.

So, that's how I got together with Kat and Rune. It's also how I changed from troll to human boy. Quite a difference a few days in the land of humans makes, eh? I thought I turned out to be a pretty handsome human. I'm glad that Kat thinks so too.

Here's an excerpt where I tell King Ole that I was human, not troll.

“Yes, yes. That’s what happened. Mother Gorm told me the truth just before she died last year.” Andy bowed his head. A tear rolled down the rough skin of his cheek. He took a deep breath and continued. “She told me where to find my human family. She thought I should know.”

Endy and Indy wrapped their arms around their brother, hugging him tightly, murmured something to him, and then stepped away. Andy nodded. “Thank you. That means a lot to me. You’ll always be my brothers, no matter what.”

The king’s advisor stepped forward. “Perhaps, Your Majesty, this troll should return to the Sami,” he said, his lips twisted with distaste. “And have the real troll returned to us.”

“Jtte, you really need to do something about your anti-human bias. Just because one tricked you—”

“Those humans cheated, Sire!” Jtte retorted, with a sneer. “I had that woman’s child within my grasp; then she went and guessed my name. What’s worse, she kept saying I was a dwarf!”

“Well, Rumpelstiltskin isn’t too common a name, Jtte, even for a troll.”

“That’s why I’ve changed my name to Jtte Finn.” The troll huffed, standing taller and sticking his nose in the air.

“And why you hate humans so much,” the king finished for the troll. “You really need to put that behind you and live in the now.”

The king turned back to Andy. “It seems to me you are the reason the fates sent these children here. Not to get my advice but to return you to your people and, in turn, find Katrina’s family.”

Shaking off his sulk, Jtte stepped forward. “I can test whether this human,” he said, pointing at Andy, “might be related to the girl.”

The king rubbed his chin. “Well, Andy’s mother told him she swapped him in Siberia, not in Norway or Sweden. I don’t doubt the lady’s word.”

“Still, Your Highness, I can easily test the human and the girl.”

“Why would it matter?” King Ole asked.

“I’ve recently discovered a means of comparing certain aspects of blood to test family ties. If they are related, then it is proof they come from the same tribe.”

King Ole pondered. “I don’t want either of them harmed.”

“It’s simply a pinprick, Highness. Nothing dangerous at all.”

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MISSING, ASSUMED DEAD by Marva Dasef


Prejudice, murder, insanity, suicide: Every small town has its secrets.

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Bio: Marva Dasef is a writer living in the Pacific Northwest with her husband and a fat white cat. Retired from thirty-five years in the software industry, she has now turned her energies to writing fiction and finds it a much more satisfying occupation. Marva has published more than forty stories in a number of on-line and print magazines, with several included in Best of anthologies. She has several already published books and a few more scheduled for 2011 and 2012 from her super duper publisher, MuseItUp.

Back Cover Copy:

When Kameron McBride receives notice she’s the last living relative of a missing man she’s never even heard of, the last thing she wants to do is head to some half-baked Oregon town to settle his affairs. But since she’s the only one available, she grudgingly agrees.

En route, she runs afoul of a couple of hillbillies and their pickup in an accident that doesn’t seem...accidental. Especially when they keep showing up wherever she goes. Lucky for her, gorgeous Deputy Mitch Caldwell lends her a hand, among other things. Her suspicions increase when the probate Judge tries a little too hard to buy the dead man’s worthless property.

Working on a hunch and trying to avoid the Judge’s henchmen, Kam probes deeper into the town’s secrets and finds almost no one she can trust. With Mitch’s help, she peels away the layers of prejudice, suicide, murder, and insanity. But someone in town doesn’t like her poking around, and when they show their intentions by shooting her through the police chief’s office window, the stakes are raised. Kam must find out what really happened to her dead relative before someone in this backward little town sends her to join him.

And she thought Oregon was going to be boring.

Excerpt:

Kam gasped and jumped down the embankment toward the creek, stumbling through the underbrush. She heard the pickup tires screech and glanced back. Scruffy had gotten out and headed down the slope behind her. She moved faster, gripping her hair spray. A strap broke on her sandal, and she kicked it off. Ignoring the brambles poking into her legs through her jeans, she moved as fast as she could, the terrain preventing her from flat out running.

She heard the crashing of bushes behind her and put on more steam. She knew the pickup would have reached her car by now, but she’d be coming up on the passenger door, slightly downhill from the driver’s side. She switched the hair spray to her left hand and pawed into her purse for the keys. Finding them, she dropped the bag on the ground to free her hands and kept moving.

When she reached the Chrysler, the driver had already skidded down the embankment and was standing on the driver’s side. Thin compared to the other man, but his arms were solid muscle under the tats. She rushed to the passenger side, jerked open the heavy door, dived in, slammed the door and hit the lock button on the key fob.

The driver pounded the window with his fist. The scruffy one had caught up and pulled on the passenger side door handle. Kam hit the panic button on the fob. The deep and seriously loud Chrysler horn went off with honking bursts. Both men jumped back from the car.

The driver yelled, “I’ll fetch the rifle.” He scrambled to climb up the embankment.

Kam’s heart almost stopped. Even the shatterproof windows wouldn’t stand up against a hunting rifle. She looked around the car wildly, her breath coming in sharp rasps, and then launched herself over the console and into the rear. Sweat ran from her armpits, soaking her blouse. She ran her shaking hands across the top of the seat back hunting for the latch. She hoped the Chrysler had fold down back seats. If she could just reach the tire iron, she’d have a weapon. If this stupid car even had one that is.

She felt the latch pin, grasped it and pulled it up. It clicked. She grasped the seat back in both hands and pulled it down. On her belly, she crawled halfway into the trunk searching for the spare tire well.


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