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New Book Release: “Zeena And The Mermaid” By Victoria Zigler


Title: Zeena And The Mermaid (Zeena Dragon Fae, book 3)
Author: Victoria Zigler
Genre: children’s fantasy/fairy tales and fables
Publication date: February 13th 2016

“The adventures of Zeena and Saarik have already taken them through
the woods and up the mountains. Now they’re answering a plea for help
from a mermaid named Naia. With the help of both Naia’s magic and
Zeena’s own magic, the two friends head on an underwater quest to free
the water fairy, Lana, and make the ocean safe once more.”

The eBook version of “Zeena And The Mermaid” is now available from
Smashwords in all formats they offer, as well as from other eBook
retailers such as Barnes & Noble, Apple iBooks, and Kobo, among
others. The Smashwords link is

The paperback will become available at some point in the near future;
just as soon as it can be arranged.

“Zeena And The Dryad” and “Zeena And The Gryphon” – the first two
books in the series – are already available as both eBooks and
paperbacks. You can find the eBooks at the places mentioned above,
and find the paperbacks on CreateSpace, Amazon, and Barnes & Noble.

Father Frost

In the depths of winter, I thought I would share with you one of my favourite Russian folk tales, “Father Frost”. As the story is in the public domain (I.E. there are no copyright issues) it is reproduced in full below:


Father Frost


In a far-away country, somewhere in Russia, there lived a stepmother who had a stepdaughter and also a daughter of her own. Her own daughter was dear to

her, and always whatever she did the mother was the first to praise her, to pet her; but there was but little praise for the stepdaughter; although good

and kind, she had no other reward than reproach. What on earth could have been done? The wind blows, but stops blowing at times; the wicked woman never

knows how to stop her wickedness. One bright cold day the stepmother said to her husband:


“Now, old man, I want thee to take thy daughter away from my eyes, away from my ears. Thou shalt not take her to thy people into a warm


Thou shalt take her into the wide, wide fields to the crackling frost.”


The old father grew sad, began even to weep, but nevertheless helped the young girl into the sleigh. He wished to cover her with a sheepskin in order to

protect her from the cold; however, he did not do it. He was afraid; his wife was watching them out of the window. And so he went with his lovely daughter

into the wide, wide fields; drove her nearly to the woods, left her there alone, and speedily drove away—he was a good man and did not care to see his

daughter’s death.


Alone, quite alone, remained the sweet girl. Broken-hearted and terror-stricken she repeated fervently all the prayers she knew.


Father Frost, the almighty sovereign at that place, clad in furs, with a long, long, white beard and a shining crown on his white head, approached nearer

and nearer, looked at this beautiful guest of his and asked:


“Dost thou know me?—me, the red-nosed Frost?”


“Be welcome, Father Frost,” answered gently the young girl. “I hope our heavenly Lord sent thee for my sinful soul.”


“Art thou comfortable, sweet child?” again asked the Frost. He was exceedingly pleased with her looks and mild manners.


“Indeed I am,” answered the girl, almost out of breath from cold.


And the Frost, cheerful and bright, kept crackling in the branches until the air became icy, but the good-natured girl kept repeating:


“I am very comfortable, dear Father Frost.”


But the Frost, however, knew all about the weakness of human beings; he knew very well that few of them are really good and kind; but he knew no one of

them even could struggle too long against the power of Frost, the king of winter. The kindness of the gentle girl charmed old Frost so much that he made

the decision to treat her differently from others, and gave her a large heavy trunk filled with many beautiful, beautiful things. He gave her a rich


lined with precious furs; he gave her silk quilts—light like feathers and warm as a mother’s lap. What a rich girl she became and how many magnificent

garments she received! And besides all, old Frost gave her a blue


ornamented with silver and pearls.


“Old Frost gave the gentle girl many beautiful, beautiful things”


“Old Frost gave the gentle girl many beautiful, beautiful things”


When the young girl put it on she became such a beautiful maiden that even the sun smiled at her.


The stepmother was in the kitchen busy baking pancakes for the meal which it is the custom to give to the priests and friends after the usual service for

the dead.


“Now, old man,” said the wife to the husband, “go down to the wide fields and bring the body of thy daughter; we will bury her.”


The old man went off. And the little dog in the corner wagged his tail and said:


“Bow-wow! bow-wow! the old man’s daughter is on her way home, beautiful and happy as never before, and the old woman’s daughter is wicked as ever before.”


“Keep still, stupid beast!” shouted the stepmother, and struck the little dog.


“Here, take this pancake, eat it and say, ‘The old woman’s daughter will be married soon and the old man’s daughter shall be buried soon.'”


The dog ate the pancake and began anew:


“Bow-wow! bow-wow! the old man’s daughter is coming home wealthy and happy as never before, and the old woman’s daughter is somewhere around as homely and

wicked as ever before.”


The old woman was furious at the dog, but in spite of pancakes and whipping, the dog repeated the same words over and over again.


Somebody opened the gate, voices were heard laughing and talking outside. The old woman looked out and sat down in amazement. The stepdaughter was there

like a princess, bright and happy in the most beautiful garments, and behind her the old father had hardly strength enough to carry the heavy, heavy trunk

with the rich outfit.


“Old man!” called the stepmother, impatiently; “hitch our best horses to our best sleigh, and drive my daughter to the very same place in the wide, wide



The old man obeyed as usual and took his stepdaughter to the same place and left her alone.


Old Frost was there; he looked at his new guest.


“Art thou comfortable, fair maiden?” asked the red-nosed sovereign.


“Let me alone,” harshly answered the girl; “canst thou not see that my feet and my hands are about stiff from the cold?”


The Frost kept crackling and asking questions for quite a while, but obtaining no polite answer became angry and froze the girl to death.


“Old man, go for my daughter; take the best horses; be careful; do not upset the sleigh; do not lose the trunk.”


And the little dog in the corner said:


“Bow-wow! bow-wow! the old man’s daughter will marry soon; the old woman’s daughter shall be buried soon.”


“Do not lie. Here is a cake; eat it and say, ‘The old woman’s daughter is clad in silver and gold.'”


The gate opened, the old woman ran out and kissed the stiff frozen lips of her daughter. She wept and wept, but there was no help, and she understood at

last that through her own wickedness and envy her child had perished.


The End


(For the original public domain work please visit, http://www.gutenberg.org/files/12851/12851-h/12851-h.htm#FATHER%20FROST).



The Responsibility Of Writers

How much responsibility do the creators of literature, we authors have regarding how people choose to interpret and use our writings? A recent report in the UK’s Daily Telegraph reports on a trial in America of 2 12-year-old girls who are charged with the attempted murder of their friend (also aged 12) to please the slender man, a fictional character who is frequently portrayed as abducting children (see http://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/worldnews/northamerica/usa/10873464/Two-12-year-old-girls-charged-with-trying-to-murder-friend-to-please-Internet-demon.html). It is reported that the girls hoped that by killing their friend they could join the cult of Slender man and reside with him in his mantion.

The Slender Man first appeared on the Something Awful forums in 2008 being the creation of one Eric Nudson and as with so much on the web has gone viral since it’s first appearance, (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Slender_Man). Although 2008 appears to constitute the first modern appearance of Slender Man European and other mythologies are full of stories regarding such a character. Creepypasta Wiki is largely devoted to Slender Man as a modern creation (see http://creepypasta.wikia.com/wiki/The_Slender_Man), however the entry acknowledges that the idea of Slender Man dates back for centuries, (for the mythology and culture surrounding Slender Man see http://theslenderman.wikia.com/wiki/Slender_Man_in_Mythology_and_Culture).

The horrific stabbing of a young girl has caused certain individuals to ask whether the presence of online stories regarding the exploits of Slender Man made (or contributed to) the decision of the 2 12-year-olds to attack their friend. It does appear from the reports of the trial that the girls where obsessed with the character of Slender Man and that they had convinced themselves that he was an actual (not fictional) being. I recall as a child being very interested in the description of the use of the guillotine In Dicken’s A Tale of 2 Cities. I recollect playing games with other children in which we pretended to chop off one another’s heads using that fearsome instrument of retribution. However neither I nor any of my playmates ever thought of using a real guillotine. It was, quite simply a game. Had we had access to a real axe I doubt that any of us would have thought to employ it to remove a fellow pupil’s head. For such a horrific incident to have occurred the person doing the axe wielding would have needed to be mentally unstable or to have “temporarily lost it”. Thankfully none of us had access to an axe or similar implement.

The world is full of stories (some of them fairy tales) regarding creatures (human and supernatural) who commit horrific acts of cruelty. Take, for example the story of Bluebeard or that of Hansel and Grettle. Few people call for the banning of such tales on the grounds that a disturbed child could misconstrue them as being real. The overwhelming majority of children pass through childhood without ever seriously considering cooking their peers (as in Hansel and Grettle). In short if we ban or censure Creepypasta Wiki we need to banish much loved fairy tales to the top shelves of book shops well out of the reach of little hands.

What happened in America is a tragedy for everyone concerned but censuring content is not the answer (apart, of course from parents exercising judgement as to what their children can view on and off line and internet forums requiring age verification prior to allowing access to mature content).

A Trip To The Beach

I thought that I would try my hand at a short children’s story.



Johny was bored. In fact he couldn’t remember having ever felt so fed up in his entire life. Dad had fallen asleep reading the paper while his mum sat reading some silly book with long words he couldn’t understand.

“I’m bored”.

“Why don’t you go and find someone to play with? There are lots of children on the beach, so many I can’t count them” his mother said laughing.

“Don’t want to. I’m bored” Johny said kicking sand in his mum’s face.

“You naughty boy!” Mrs Thomas said desperately attempting to clear her eyes of sand with a tissue. “Just wait until I get my hands on you!”

Johny felt guilty but he wasn’t about to apologise. Saying sorry was for wimps and he was no wimp. Before his mum had chance to get the sand out of her eyes Johny ran into the sea.

The water was cool. Johny kicked his legs sending water splashing high into the air. This was fun! Johny paddled away from the beach. He was no longer bored, this was much more interesting than reading a boring old newspaper or a book with words he couldn’t understand.

Suddenly the ground began to slope downwards. Johny felt that he was going to be sucked to the very bottom of the ocean.

“Help!” he cried his hands grabbing at an enormous chain of sea weed. Gosh the chain was thick, bigger even than his dad’s huge arms. The chain didn’t move.

“That’s lucky I thought that sea weed floated but this is attached to something. Its stopped me from drowning. If it moved then I’d be sucked to the bottom of the ocean” Johny said with a shiver.

Johny followed the chain down. It was attached to a large rock.

“I wonder if I can lift this rock” Johny thought.

He tugged at the chain. Nothing happened.

“You will move you stupid rock” he said digging his toes into the soft sand and pulling back with all his strenghth. Suddenly there was a loud pop followed by a gurgling sound. Johny found himself lying flat on his back in a puddle of water. A puddle that couldn’t be right!

“Now look what you have done!”

Johny looked up to see a star fish desperately trying to find some water to swim in.

“You have let the plug out!”

“But I didn’t mean to!”

“That’s all very well but the fact is that you pulled the plug out and soon I and the other creatures who live in the sea will have no water to swim in. Without water we will die!”

Johny began to cry.

“I’m very sorry I didn’t know that the sea had a plug”.

“Your bath has a plug doesn’t it?”

“Yes of course”.

“Well then it should be obvious to an intelligent little boy like you that the ocean has a plug. How else do you think the sea god controls the tide? But the sea god only opens the plug hole a little bit so that I and the other creatures have time to swim far out into the ocean before the water disappears. There are lots of plugs all over the world and you have pulled one of them out completely!”

“What can I do? I’m very sorry Mr star fish, please just tell me what I can do”.

“See that cave over there?” the star fish asked pointing in the direction of a small cave in the cliff face.


“Run as quick as you can and turn the taps on”.

“The taps?”

“I thought that you where a clever little boy. Yes the taps. Your sink and bath at home have taps don’t they to fill them up? So how else do you think that the sea god fills up the ocean?”

“Wow I didn’t know that” Johny said. As quick as a flash Johny raced to the cave. Inside he found a huge tap built into the cliff face.

“I’ll never be able to move that” Johny thought looking sadly at the enormous tap, “but I must otherwise all those poor sea creatures will die and it will be all my fault”. Taking hold of the tap Johny turned with all his might. At first nothing happened but, gradually a stream of salt water began to flow from the secret pipes hidden far below the sea bed. The sea level began to rise. Johny could see small waves dancing in the sunshine.

“Thank you little boy” the star fish called as he headed out into the deep blue ocean.


The end