Welcome to another Friday Author Spotlight! Today I’ve got Debbie Manber Kupfer returning with the latest book in her P.A.W.S. saga, Londinium. She’s shared an excerpt from the book as well, so keep reading!
Debbie grew up in the UK in the East London suburb of Barking. She has lived in Israel, New York and North Carolina and somehow ended up in St. Louis, where she works as a writer and freelance puzzle constructor of word puzzles and logic problems. She lives with her husband, two children and a very opinionated feline. She believes that with enough tea and dark chocolate you can achieve anything!
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“Londinium?” asked Miri.
“It was the ancient city from which London sprang. The P.A.W.S. Institute of Londinium is the oldest in the world. It started before the city of today existed and straddles the old and the new. Unfortunately, today it is run by a fool.”
Join Miri as she continues her journey through Umbrae and Londinium with the help of werecats, wild warlocks, an old dog, a duck, and a whole lot of pea soup.
The P.A.W.S. Saga continues with Londinium.
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Keep reading for an excerpt:
“Hellooo,” said Precipitous. “Whatever are you doing in there?”
“I was a duck,” said Xavier. “But now I’m not.”
“Well,” said Precipitous. “Do you want to be a duck?”
“Oh, yes, I liked being a duck,” said Xavier, sniffing.
“Well, come out of there, lad, and we’ll see what we can do.”
Xavier pulled himself out of the bush and stood up in front of the odd-looking man.
“Come with me,” he said, and Xavier followed. They walked through the park until they came to a large horse chestnut tree. The ground in front of the tree was filled with discarded sticks. It was conker season, and Xavier only yesterday had been throwing sticks up at this tree trying to get them down.
Now as he watched, the odd man picked up one of the discarded sticks and traced the letters P, A, W, and S on the trunk of the tree. His eyes widened as a green door appeared in the trunk, and the man opened it.
“After you,” he said. Xavier walked in and the man followed. He flicked a switch on the wall and revealed a row of buttons. He pressed one, and a voice echoed into the small room. “Who is it?” the voice croaked.
“Precipitous Brew and, um, a duck!”
“Very well, bring them down here.”
“Come on, lad,” said Precipitous and led Xavier through another door and down a long spiral staircase. Xavier was breathing heavily by the time they reached the bottom, but the old man seemed barely winded.
They were met at the bottom by an even older man with a croak in his voice. “Follow me,” he said.
They walked down a long corridor, and Xavier noticed carvings of all kinds of animals on the walls: cats, dogs, weasels, squirrels, and birds a plenty, and even a camel.
At the bottom of the corridor was another door, and the older man turned to Xavier. “What is your name, lad?”
“Xavier Woods,” said the boy.
The man took out what appeared to be a silver wand and pointed it at the boy and intoned a spell:
“Xavier ut iam intraret in anatis P.A.W.S. of Londinium.”
Xavier gazed at the wall by the door and noticed a new carving. A large, fat mallard duck.
“Xavier Woods, you may now enter P.A.W.S.,” said the man, and the three of them walked through the door.