Six Great Books.

 

Something different this week.

A look at 6 books I enjoyed and recommend.

 

Tell us about your favourite book of all times in the comment section below.

 

#1. Shibumi by Trevanian

My all time Favourite book.

A classic spy novel from the bestselling author, Trevanian, about a westerner raised in Japan who becomes one of the world's most accomplished assassins.

Nicholai Hel is the world’s most wanted man. Born in Shanghai during the chaos of World War I, he is the son of an aristocratic Russian mother and a mysterious German father and is the protégé of a Japanese Go master. Hel survived the destruction of Hiroshima to emerge as the world’s most artful lover and its most accomplished—and well-paid—assassin. Hel is a genius, a mystic, and a master of language and culture, and his secret is his determination to attain a rare kind of personal excellence, a state of effortless perfection known only as shibumi.

Now living in an isolated mountain fortress with his exquisite mistress, Hel is unwillingly drawn back into the life he’d tried to leave behind when a beautiful young stranger arrives at his door, seeking help and refuge. It soon becomes clear that Hel is being tracked by his most sinister enemy—a supermonolith of international espionage known only as the Mother Company. The battle lines are drawn: ruthless power and corruption on one side,

 and on the other . . . shibumi.

A four star review:

Despite its 70s-era chauvinism (reminiscent of Ian Fleming) Shibumi is still relevant. This must have been the third or fourth time I've read it since it first came out, and it never gets stale.

Buy the book HERE.

#2. Matthew Flinder’s Cat by Bryce Courtenay

The story of a drunk, a boy, and a cat. Billy O'Shannessy, once a prominent barrister, is now on the street where he sleeps on a bench outside the State Library. Above him on the window sill rests a bronze statue of Matthew Flinders' cat, Trim. Ryan is a 10-year-old, a near-street kid heading for the usual trouble. The two form an unlikely bond. Through telling Ryan the story of Flinders' circumnavigation of Australia as seen through Trim's eyes, Billy is drawn deeply into Ryan's life and into the Sydney underworld.

A five star review:

I loved this story I read on my kindle. It was a great insight into the life of a brilliant author telling of his life on the street, doing it in tough times and how he adopted a hard done by street kid, throwing in an interesting account of Matthew Flinders and his cat's story.

Buy the book HERE.

#3. The Romanian Cleaning Lady by Zev Bagel.

Lizzy Bright has just opened her office as a private investigator and her first inquiry seems like a prank. When the case takes her into the murky world of prostitution and human smuggling Lizzy is in over her head, until retired Detective Inspector William Breasy appears. But Breasy also has his air of mystery, not least the fact that he was a friend of Lizzy’s father, who vanished when she was eleven. The shadows from her past weave through the darkness of the present, pulling Lizzy deeper into a web of dangerous secrets.

Based in the historic city of Canterbury in England, this is the first in the Bright & Breasy mystery series by Zeb Bagel.

A five star review:

This is a great cozy mystery that is well worth the read. I really like the author's style and how he builds the story. I will be looking for his other works.

Buy the book HERE.

Read the Story Behind the Story HERE.

#4. The Orchid Room by Christopher Sweet.

The teenagers of Maggie’s Knee have been vanishing without explanation, their disappearances blamed on everything from adolescent rebellion to “shadow people” in the woods.

Farren Murakami, an eighteen-year-old who has suffered more than most, finds out first-hand where the youth have gone when she’s recruited to join a tribe of teens living in an abandoned camp hidden deep in the woods. It isn’t long before she learns there is more to the story than just runaway kids; a sinister presence dwelling in the forbidden buildings tucked far back in the camp seems to have handpicked her for its purposes.

In her search for answers, Farren discovers her involvement with the tribe goes farther back than she can imagine, and that whatever lives in the forbidden buildings wants much more than the fealty of some kids playing in the forest.

Five star review:

Another excellent story from Sweet. Love the characters - even the bad ones. An entertaining story from start to finish. Highly recommended.

Buy the book HERE.

Read more on his Scribbler visit HERE.

#5. Defeat by S.C. Eston.

The young warrior-sorceress Lyna sets her course on Brecon, one of the largest and richest cities of Tilia. There, she plans to visit the grand library and learn more about the Territories of Sij, a land where her ancestors once lived, a place she hopes to eventually call home.

But evil seems to follow Lyna wherever she goes, and one of the sinister bane cores looms near Brecon, sowing discord, twisting hearts, claiming lives. She’s the only one who can feel its presence. She’s the only one who can stop it.

Yet as she sets out to destroy the accursed object, she unwittingly befriends the family who harbors it—and who possibly created it. Quickly, it becomes clear that the misery wrought goes much deeper than Lyna could have imagined, making her doubt her own senses, her own judgment.

Time is running out and Lyna must decide: take the knowledge she discovered about her ancestors and run, or stay behind and attempt to eliminate the bane core, at the risk of destroying those she now calls friends.

Five star review:

Mr Eston has created another winner. He takes you to a land of magic, elves, strong characters with extraordinary powers and danger. I truly enjoyed this story and I am anxious to know what Lyna is up to next. Highly recommended.

Buy the book HERE.

Read the Story Behind the Story HERE.

#6. Playtime Prince Edward Island by Eden Monroe.

I have not read this one yet but I do have it on my TBR pile and I've enjoyed Monroe's stories before so I know it will be good..

Darkness is often the playground of the supernatural … the eerily unexplained.

Yeo House is a haunted country home in Eastern Canada’s beautiful province of Prince Edward Island. The stately seaside mansion of a shipbuilding magnate and his family in the 1800’s, it was given new life in the twenty-first century. During renovations something unusual was found hidden in the walls — a small toy dog on wheels. Now freed from his wall prison, it seems he’s still being played with by the ghost of the child who once owned him.

When four year-old Della Sayer and her parents visit the historic Yeo mansion to see the famous Wheelie, the little girl makes a strange and powerful connection with the antique toy. It is an unsettling paranormal knowing, a kindred ethereal awareness….

Life for the Sayers will never be the same again.

Eden.

Author Eden Monroe certainly embraces the Chinese proverb: A journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step – and she’s off to a running start with her debut novel, Dare To Inherit. And speaking of journeys, Eden’s personal best is a 56-kilometre extreme one-day hike. She also climbs mountains, well medium-sized ones anyway. Writing has been a lifelong passion and some of her short stories have won international gold. She enjoys a fascinating life, compliments of a cast of intriguing characters, both real and imagined, including her bad-attitude former barn cat, Miss Daisy.

Buy the book HERE.

Thank you to all our readers and visitors.

I hope you enjoyed reading about these novels and I hope you try one, at least.

The Story Behind the Story with Taraann LeBlanc of New Brunswick, Canada.

 

We have another new guest for you to meet today.

Taraann is one of the authors participating in the GMRD Book Fair in May.

She has kindly accepted my invitation to be our guest.

Read on, my friends.

Taraann is a bookstore employee at Dog Eared Books in Oromocto, and was raised on the east coast of Canada. Being an avid reader since a young age, she has always loved getting lost in fantasy worlds. When not reading or writing, her time is filled with crochet, spending time with their children or just letting artistic ideas take the wheel with paints, pencils & music. Being part of the 2SLGBTQIA+ community herself, she brings a lot of those tropes into her stories. Taraann published her first novel titled “Into the Darkness” in February 2024, and has since published the remaining titles in the Life of Fae trilogy.


Title: - Into the Darkness - book one in the Life of Fae series

Synopsis:

Tori was born into a poor, dysfunctional family. Her mother fled with her when she was still a baby and moved across the country to find a safe place to start over and give her a better life. Her mother cared about her a lot but didn’t have the first clue of how to show it. She was very overprotective, always worried that Tori’s father would come to find them one day. Tori was a quiet child and had a hard time making friends or even opening up to people. Her mother tried her best to hide her away for as long as she could before she had to start school. She never made a single connection until she met Tessa-Rae at school.

Tessa isn’t human, though she passes very well as one. They cropped her ears when she was a baby, and she learned to suppress her powers deep inside very well. Her parents suffered a great deal when she was still in the womb and fled their lands to survive the coming darkness. Although many of the fae are light, warmth, and kindness embodied, there are those who are the exact opposite. The dark fae, whose hunger for power and chaos, knows no bounds. The type that her family is forced to hide from. When she started school, she was determined to learn as much as she could and fit in. When she meets Tori, everything changes. She was drawn to her unexplainably.

Fate would have it that Tessa would be forced to leave her life, Tori included. When the time came to say goodbye to Tori, they were both devastated, but she told Tori, through tears, that it was for the best, that she had to keep the danger away. She thought she would never see her first friend again, and she knew her friend would never understand what was happening. After Tessa disappeared without a trace, Tori went through life like a shadow. She couldn’t form a bond with anyone else and didn’t even want to. It felt like there was a hole inside of her that nothing could ever fill. From self harm to stealing things for money to get tattoos and piercings, she tried everything to feel alive again like she did when Tessa was by her side. Frequently plagued by terrible nightmares her whole life, she didn’t get much rest. They got much worse after she was all alone again.

Will Their journey’s bring them back together, and help Tori find her place to belong, or will the evil forces at work succeed and separate them forever?

The Story Behind the Story:

What inspired this story was a mix of two things. First, I was writing pieces of my past. Memories over the years, hard times, people who made an impact, that type of thing. It was almost a type of therapy getting it all out, as if it were freeing a lot of the heavy stuff I carried around with me. I ended up writing a lot more than anticipated, and I figured, why not keep going? I wasn't about to make a memoir or anything, not with anything quite so deep. Secondly, I've always wanted to write, and my genre of choice is fantasy. So in taking bits and pieces of what I wrote from life and working bits and pieces of fiction and fantasy into it, a story began to grow.





A question before you go, Taraann:

Scribbler: Who was your favourite author and/or story when you were growing up?

Taraann: Tamora Pierce was my favorite author growing up. And by growing up I mean when I was like 5 or 6, when I was much too young to be reading things quite so established. I loved all of her works but her Song of the Lioness series is what got me through a big chunk of elementary school actually. It was one of the books that pushed me in the direction of fantasy. The world building was a big draw for me, and the time lines so different from my own.



Quote "Men don't think and differently from women - they just make more noise about being able to.”

―The Woman Who Rides Like a Man

Goodreads: Please go HERE.

Buy the book HERE.

Thank you for being our guest this week, Taraann. We wish you continued success with your writing.

And another BIG thank you to all our visitors and readers.

Feel free to leave a comment.

An interview with Emily Arsenault, the owner of Dog Eared Books in Oromocto, New Brunswick, Canada.

 We have a new guest to the Scribbler.

Emily is the proud owner of the dynamic book store 

– Dog Eared Books –

Located in in Oromocto, NB.

She’s a wonderful supporter of local authors and has kindly accepted my invitation to be our guest this week.

Read on, my friends.

 

 

Scribbler: Congratulations on your recent move. Please tell my readers how Dog Eared Books all started. Was it a dream come true?

Emily: Books have always been part of my life. My grandmother worked at Westminster Books in downtown Fredericton, and when I was younger I used to spend time there with her. She was always reading, and that love of books naturally passed down to me.

When I opened Dog Eared Books, the idea was simple, I just wanted a place for books. A cozy space where people could come in, browse, and discover stories. Over time though, it grew into something much bigger than I ever expected.

Now it’s not just about books. It’s about people gathering, meeting local authors, sharing writing, and connecting with each other. What started as a love of books has really turned into a community space, and that’s been the most special part of the journey. 

Scribbler: How did you decide on which genres and books to carry?

Emily: In the beginning I started by carrying some of the more popular books while I figured out what people in the community enjoyed reading.

Because we carry both new and used books, the shelves are always changing. A lot of the time the inventory grows organically through trade-ins and donations, so every visit can be a little different. Over time I’ve been able to see what genres people gravitate toward and shape the store around that.

I also love supporting local authors whenever I can. Helping readers discover writers from our own region is something that’s really important to me.

 

Scribbler: What role does the bookstore play in the community of Oromocto?

Emily: My hope has always been for Dog Eared Books to feel like more than just a retail shop. I want it to be a place where people feel comfortable coming in, spending time, and connecting over stories.

We host writing groups, author events, and different community nights that bring people together. One of my favourite things is seeing people meet in the store and realize they share the same love of books or writing.

I’m also a Director with the Oromocto & Area Chamber of Commerce, which helps me stay connected with other local businesses and be involved in the community in a different way.

We also partner with organizations like OTEC and employ someone through their program, which is something I’m really proud of. Being able to create opportunities and support people in our community is incredibly meaningful to me.

 

Scribbler: How do you compete with online retailers and big chains? Do you have a marketing strategy?

Emily: Independent bookstores really can’t compete with big online retailers on price or scale, but we offer something different, a personal experience.

When someone walks into Dog Eared Books, they’re not just buying a book. They’re discovering something new, getting recommendations, meeting other readers, and supporting local authors and businesses.

A lot of what we do is about building relationships and creating experiences through events and partnerships with other local businesses. Those personal connections are something you just can’t replicate online.

 

Scribbler: What’s your favourite part of being a bookstore owner?

Emily: My favourite part is definitely the people.

I love helping someone find the perfect book or hearing someone get excited about a story they’ve discovered. Books have a way of bringing people together, and I get to see that happen every day.

And as a little bonus, I do get to take home as many books as I want, which is definitely one of the perks of the job. 

Scribbler: Anything else you’d like to tell our readers?

Emily: Independent bookstores are built with a lot of love and passion. When people support local shops, they’re helping create spaces where creativity, stories, and community can grow.

At Dog Eared Books we always say that we might judge a book by its cover, but we’ll never judge you for your book choices. Everyone is welcome.

 

The hours of operation are as follows:

Sunday - closed

Monday - 11-5

Tuesday - 11-5

Wednesday - 11-5

Thursday - 11-7

Friday - 11-5

Saturday - 10-5

Located at 281 Restigouche Road, Unit 218.

Oromocto, NB

Phone: 506 385 2665 

Thank you for being our guest, Emily.

We wish you continued success in your venture.

Thanks for all you do for authors.

  

And a BIG thank you to all our visitors and readers.

Leave a comment if you like.

The Story Behind the Story with Mandie Dufour of New Brunswick, Canada.

 

We have another new guest this week.

Mandie will be part of the 4^th GMRD Book Fair this Spring. 

The novel - Devour - is gaining lots of attention.

Read on, my friends.

  

Mandie Dufour is a sci-fi, fantasy and horror writer. They have a love of stories in all forms, going on to graduate with a degree in English literature from Saint Thomas in 2015. A love for people and a fascination with biology led them to receive valedictorian in their massage therapy program in 2018. The writing community both on and offline have provided them with joy and motivation. The Canadian Maritimes where they live with their wife and two ferrets serve as a source of great inspiration. They also draw from their experience as a Norse pagan as well as observations on life and human nature.

 

Title: “Devour” 

 Synopsis:

Valya is holding tight to a dying planet. When a mysterious organic ship appears outside the Sigurd System’s asteroid belt, she seizes an opportunity to join The Saegammr’s crew on a mission to recover technology that could save her planet.

What begins as a salvage operation quickly turns into a battle of wills and a test of survival as they face horror beyond their wildest imaginations.

Valya must discover what it means to make impossible choices when fate is cast in stone, and only the present moment is moveable.

 

The Story Behind the Story:

The initial spark for Devour came from a conversation I had with my wife about the wraith ships in Stargate Atlantis. For those unaware, the ships are organic and I thought it would be super creepy if there was an organic spaceship that also ate people, sort of like a pitcher plant.

I am actually terrified of space, so as a horror enthusiast, I thought why not write about something that scares the pants off me? I’ve always found the sheer concept of space to carry so much existential dread that I wanted to harness that in the story.

As a Norse pagan, I found representation to be lacking outside of the stereotypical depictions of Vikings that often end up being quite inaccurate. Often, when paganism is in a fantasy setting, it ends up exaggerated and leaned on for magic-systems.  Instead, I wanted to show it as a grounded aspect of the characters' lives and how they move through the world rather than be the fantasy center of the novel. Additionally, as I wrote, I thought it was interesting to explore how Norse paganism would develop on planets that aren’t earth. As a nature based religion, many of the concepts come from natural phenomena we encounter everyday, so it would end up developing quite differently on planets that look nothing like ours.

At the time, I was active on Wattpad where there’s a popular competition called the Open Novella Contest, or the ONC, where writers get to choose a prompt and have three months to write between 20,000 - 40, 000 word novellas. I used this as an opportunity to get started on Devour and ended up moving through the rounds where it eventually got shortlisted and made honourable mention.

The Devour that is out today has been expanded to include much more of the world and Valya’s space adventure.

 

Website: Please go HERE.

A question before you go, Mandie: 

Scribbler: Who was your favourite author, or story, growing up?

Mandie: Margarette Atwood is my favorite author, however, “Watership Down” by Richard Adams is my favorite novel.

An Excerpt from : Devour - Chapter Twenty-One “Hallucinations”

While the others bickered on what to do, Valya approached the wall of the ship to see if she could find the door. Her eyes scoured the slimy surface for a clue; a seam, a rip, a wrinkle, anything. Her heart throbbed in her throat, pounding blood into her ears... then there was something else... a murmuring cut through the incessant whooshing of her own pulse.

She extended her hand and touched it to the wall, surprised to find it was warm. Thick, slimy mucus stuck to her palm.

The murmuring grew louder.

A hundred people all talking at once, clambering over each other in desperation... crying, screaming... Valya put her ear to the wall to try to make out any words.

Straining to listen, she pressed in closer. Her ear stung. She pulled away from the wall. Mucus sucked her back in. Shock pinched her chest into a vice. Stuck flesh ripped itself raw as she yanked herself free. The skin on her ear, and side of her face burned. She touched her cheek, wincing.

"Valya!" Amira called.

Valya jumped and turned to look at the crew. They stared at her.

"Are you alright?" Amira placed a hand on her shoulder. "We called your name and you wouldn't answer." Getting a closer look at Valya in the light of her staff, she scrunched her brow in concern. "Your skin, it's scraped raw! What happened?"

"I - I dunno," she mumbled. "I heard these voices in the wall and I wanted to hear what they were saying."

"We didn't hear anything," said Ivan. "Are you sure?"

Valya nodded. "Pretty certain. I think the ship's wall burned me - or - or something."

"You haven't been sleeping well," said Ivan. "Are you sure you weren't -"

"Hallucinating?" Valya interrupted. "Yes, I'm sure. I'm not that tired. How could I hallucinate my skin raw?"

Banele approached her with concern. The harsh beam of his headlamp made her squint. She let him examine the right side of her face.

"This looks pretty real to me."

"They feel pretty real too.”

He rummaged around in his bag, drawing out the same short thick tube as before. Valya held still while he applied the RenewalCream to the damaged skin on her face, and ear. Pain subsided to a dull throb.

"Thank you," she said.

Amira kissed her healed forehead. "No more touching the walls, please. Stay close to me."

"We're going to search the ship for a way to contact Ren or get out, whichever comes first," said Ivan.

"I say we take the left hole," said Banele. "I got a good feeling about it."

"I don't have a good feeling about any of this," Valya muttered.

With no reason not to, they followed Banele through the left orifice. Amira led the way, her staff glowed in the dark. She tapped the sphere and it brightened, mingling with the light of their headlamps.

The hallway stretched onward in a shadowy tunnel. Valya could have sworn the walls pulsated, urging them onwards with their strange undulations.

After her previous attempt to investigate, she was hesitant to go near them again and Ivan’s accusations of hallucinations kept her from bringing up her observation.

They trudged onwards until the hallway deviated into another fork.

"Wanna take the right one this time?" Ivan suggested.

“Let’s check the floor plan.” Valya brought out her stone once more.

No… This can’t be right.

The twisting of the tunnel they were in did not match what she saw on the screen. According to the hologram, they should be able to go straight.

“We must have screwed up here somewhere,” she said.

They stopped for a moment. The floor was sticky, holding their boots in place. They lifted their feet, prying them away in sucking squelches.

What is this stuff?

“Let me see.” Ivan peered over her shoulder at the hologram.

“She’s right,” said Banele.

A cold pit settled into her stomach.

“There must be some mistake,” Amira said. “It can’t be that off.”

No matter how hard Valya looked at the floor plan, she could not reconcile it with reality.

This is the correct spot.

They should be able to continue and find themselves at an intersection further along. It also struck her how the halls and corners on the map were straight, bending at ninety-degree angles, while the hall they traversed was rounded like a hole or tunnel.

The longer they lingered, discussing the discrepancy, the harder it became to lift her feet from the sticky sludge on the ground.

“We have to keep moving,” said Valya. “Maybe we’ll figure it out as we go?”

The churning in her guts said otherwise.

What other choice do we have?

“We’ll take the right one,” Amira repeated Ivan’s previous decision.

The others agreed and they entered the hole. Rather than a continuation of the hallway, they found their way into a round chamber.

Fifty SlumberPods were arranged in five rows of ten. What Valya had first suspected to be veins extended from the walls of the ship and enveloped the pods. Their glass covers were hazy. A green film-like algae obscured their insides.

"Where did this ship come from?" Ivan gawked around the room in awe.

Valya wandered amongst the pods, taking note of the familiar technology. Panels on each pod meant to display the vitals of the occupants were cracked, or too obscured by the thin tendrils from the ship's filaments to read. The visible screens were completely blank except for the faint green light indicating they were occupied.

Five of the fifty pods flashed red.

Empty.

This ship was normal at one time… but what happened?

Amira raised her staff and smashed it against the surface of the nearest pod. It cracked but didn't break.

"Hey!" Banele cried. "What the hell are you doing?"

"We need to find out who's in here. The screens are useless." She raised her staff again.

"Busting someone out of hypersleep like that could kill them!"

Amira lowered her weapon. "Then how do we look inside?"

"You could try wiping the glass," said Ivan, already scrubbing at a pod with the sleeve of his boiler-suit.

Thick film came away easily enough. The contents became visible through the filthy glass.

They gathered around as Ivan continued to wipe. A soft yellow glow, a remnant of when the pod was still functional, illuminated what Valya assumed used to be a person.

They were certainly person shaped.

The ship's veins had infiltrated the pod and infested the occupant. Flesh, and most of the clothing, had dissolved, fusing with the foam mattress pad. It festered in a purple and black sludge. What remained of the skull leered in a grimace. A cavernous black hole where one of the eyes once was stared into Valya.
 

Buy the book HERE. 

Thanks for being our guest this week, Mandie. 

 

Thank you to all our visitors and readers.

Feel free to leave a comment below.

We’d love to hear from you.

The Story Behind the story with Author Joyce Rice of Quispamsis, New Brunswick, Canada.

 Someone new to the Scribbler this week. 

I met Joyce at the GMRD book fair which took place last spring. 

She kindly accepted my invitation to be our guest this week. 

Read on, my friends

 

 

 

 

I was born and raised in the beautiful province of Newfoundland. In my early twenties, I moved to Ontario, where I spent over 25 years working as a personal support worker in long-term care, providing compassionate, hands-on care to seniors to help them maintain dignity and quality of life.

 

In 2020, the East Coast vibe called my husband and me back, and we now call Quispamsis, New Brunswick, home. We love the warmth and friendliness of the locals, the abundance of hiking trails in the area, and the breathtaking beauty of the ocean. This environment, along with my Newfoundland roots, also influences my creative writing style.

 

I’m a proud mother to my non-binary child, H, and to my son, Patrick, and a Nana to six incredible grandchildren. They continually remind me of the power of imagination, the courage to embrace one’s true self, and the strength that comes from facing life’s challenges head-on.

 

Book title: The Rise of Little Bear.

 

Synopsis: In my first book, Bray and the Adventures of Zorkon, Bray and his friends, alongside a mysterious, riddle-speaking alien named Zork, bravely face a bullying crisis at their school. In my latest release in the Zorkon series, The Rise of Little Bear, the story bursts into a fast-paced fantasy adventure that captivates both middle-grade readers and adults. Once again, Bray and his friends—joined by some intriguing new characters—embark on an epic journey filled with courage, growth, and self-discovery. This time, they confront a dangerous new threat: AI-driven scavengers intent on stealing the powerful Zorkon crystals and seizing control of the universe.

 

The Story Behind the Story: As the fifth oldest of fourteen siblings, my childhood was often shaped more by responsibility than by carefree play. Each day was a whirlwind of chores—washing endless dishes, helping with homework, and calming the chaos. However, in those rare, stolen moments of silence, usually lying in bed after my siblings had fallen asleep, I would craft magical worlds in my imagination, where I became the hero, not the misfit, in my own story.

 

In 2014, after chronic back issues forced me to leave my career, I shifted my focus to studying grief and loss and childhood trauma, with the intent of becoming a counselor. During this time, I had a revelation: What if the stories I write could have transformative power? What if they could serve as tools for healing—offering a way for people to process emotions that were too complex or overwhelming to put into words?

 

Suddenly, the quiet moments I had once stolen between chores and homework as a child took on new meaning. The worlds I had dreamt up were no longer escapes; they had become the foundation of my journey as a writer.

 

In The Rise of Little Bear, the protagonist, an adopted Métis boy, embarks on a journey to reconnect with his identity and discovers that he is part of something far greater than himself. As an Indigenous (Mi’kmaq) author who has recently come to embrace and appreciate my heritage, it felt natural to guide the main character on this path. While his journey differs from mine, it reflects the profound experience of rediscovering one’s roots and the deep connection to culture and identity that comes with it.

 

Cultural diversity and the impact of bullying are very personal issues for me. Both experiences have inspired me to create stories that go beyond simple adventure or fantasy. My narratives address the pain of bullying, celebrate the strength found in diversity, and delve into the complexities of self-identity. Through storytelling, I aim to foster emotional growth and resilience in both children and adults. My primary goal is not only to provide an escape from reality but also to offer a mirror that reflects their feelings and experiences, helping them navigate the sometimes painful, confusing journey of growing up.

 

In addition to being the author of two middle-grade books, I’m also a blogger and write 3-4 articles a year for Burns Mosa’s Roots and Wings, the church my husband and I attended while living in Ontario.

 

Facebook Author page: Please go HERE.

 

 

A question before you go, Joyce.

 

Scribbler: Who Was Your Favourite Author or Story Growing Up?

Joyce: Looking back, I realize that every twist, every challenge, and every unexpected detour has shaped the writer I have become. The hardships I faced during my early years taught me resilience, while the moments I spent escaping into magical worlds ignited my imagination. Ultimately, leaving my career in healthcare revealed that endings often disguise new beginnings and that paths we never intended to take can lead to the most extraordinary destinations. For me, that destination is the magical world of storytelling.

 

Excerpt from The Rise of Little Bear

 

A rhythmic hum whoosh, hum whoosh beats in my head like a rapper’s soundtrack as I zoom past one humming fluorescent light after another, landing on a cold, steel-ribbed tunnel floor.

 

A bird’s shadow lies next to me.

 

“You better eat your food if you know what’s good for you,” a gruff voice commands from the end of the tunnel. 

 

Cling-clang echoes off the walls, followed by fading footsteps, and then … an eerie silence. 

 

A familiar sweet scent fills my nostrils as warm air brushes against my ear.

 

“Store what you find deep inside your mind. It will be a guide for another time,” Zork whispers. 

 

I clumsily spin around, but no one’s there.

 

“That was weird and creepy,” I mutter.  

 

Zork’s fading voice replies, “I’m here to prepare you, not to scare you.”  

 

“Uh? Prepare me? For what, Zork?”  

 

“Follow the ravens’ lead, and you will surely succeed.”  

The shadow spreads its wings. Swish, swish, swish. I lift off the floor, glide down the tunnel, and then swoop back to the ground.

 

There’s that bird’s shadow again. I can’t seem to shake it. 

 

To my left, someone walks away, swinging what looks like a lantern. In front of me is a dead-end with a steel grating. I glance around. The coast is clear, so I hop closer to the grating and peer inside.  

 

“Is anyone there?” I ask in a low voice.

 

“Bray, you’ve come on the wings of my friend,” a faint voice says.

“Mya!” I gasp.

 

My heart races as I struggle to escape. I kick and punch at the soft material that wraps around me like mummy cloth. Finally, I break free into the light of day and realize the “tomb” is just my bedcovers.  

 

“Oh man, another Zork dream,” I groan, still panting from the battle beneath my blankets.

 

 “Wait! That was Mya’s voice. There’s no mistaking it. She’s alive! But … was I a raven?”

  

 

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