Neverending snow falls gently, steadily, on the Charborr Forest. It is prophesied that when the highest black needle on the highest black branch of the tallest black tree is buried, the entire black forest will burst into writhing purple flames, deadly magic spelling doom for the blob-like charborrs living underground deep beneath the forest. It is up to Bekka, with the aid of her newly earned powers and her best friend Kar, to end the snowfall and save the charborrs from a purple poisoned fiery fate.
On my journey to becoming an elderly benign writer, I have earned a degree in Anthropology from UCLA, coached youth baseball for 25 years, enjoyed fatherhood, distributed mail for the United States Postal Service, sketched and painted and cartooned and written stories with varying degrees of success, unloaded trucks and worked in the stockrooms of a now defunct department store, jogged, and never surrendered.