Eggs, Pegs and an Elephant – Illustrated Chapter Book

 

front cover_finalWhen I was small – a long time ago – I was often given books for presents, because everyone knew I loved reading. I also loved illustrations, and I kept my disappointment to myself when a beautiful coloured book cover had only grayscale pictures inside.

So, when I published my chapter books, I had one or two colour pictures inside, to augment the grayscale illustrations.

Eggs, Pegs and an Elephant is different. There was a  problem with the print version, and the only solution that I could find was to colourize all the delightful illustrations that the wonderfully talented artist, Christina Boon, had done for me.

As Christina is not now illustrating, and as I wanted to learn to illustrate myself, I spent two months not only colouring, but adding to the smaller illustrations throughout. Almost every other page now has an illustration, and although several are not nearly as good as Christina’s, the 7-year-old me would have approved.

The ebook was published earlier this year, and I have updated the ebook format for the new coloured version on Amazon. As soon as I can find a way to reduce the size of the file, which now exceeds what will be accepted at Smashwords, I will get this new colour version uploaded to iBooks, Barnes and Noble,  Kobo and a number of other online sellers.

In the meantime, here are some of my favourite illustrations:

 

 

Eggs, Pegs and an Elephant is the story of a little elephant who goes in search of his friend, the porcupine in Pizzas, Pirates and a Porcupine. This is all about his adventures along the way. It also features Pegs, an adventurous chicken, a news-spreading crow, a monkey who is an expert at hair-dos, fur-dos and feather-dos, and a whole host of other characters – some of which are a bit grumpy.

Here is a map of his journey:

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Available as a paperback and as an eBook on Amazon.

 

I am also currently working on my illustrations for Poggle, the Pirates’ Cat as mentioned in previous posts, and will update my adventures in Krita soon. I also intend to colour the small pictures in Pizzas, Pirates and a Porcupine, already published in paperback and an eBook to match Eggs, Pegs and an Elephant.

 

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Animals

Lots of animals come into my stories. They are great fun to work with.

This is Edward Elephant who originated in Pizzas, Pirates and a Porcupine, and who is to have his own story this year.

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Here’s the pirate parrot from Pizzas, Pirates and a Porcupine. Ahoy me hearties!

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Here’s the resident cat from The Ghostly Ghastlys, Book 1, Finding a Home. He helps the little Ghastlys find the cupboard from which mysterious (and very polite) voices are calling for help.

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Here’s the were-dog from The Ghostly Ghastlys Book 4 Princess. The dog has a very important part in the stories…and is not always a dog.

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And here are hornets chasing after the villains in Mr McMarvel’s Amazing Machines. They are not real hornets, but ones Mr McMarvel has made especially for the job.

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Pizzas, Pirates and a Porcupine

 

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Chapter One – A Knock at the Door

 

There was a loud rap on the door. Evie and her dad raced across the kitchen. They had been working hard all morning in the new house and they were hungry. Evie had unpacked the plates, and Dad had put the kitchen table up, just in time for a pizza lunch.           

Evie got there first. “Beat you,” she said, and pulled open the door.

It wasn’t the girl with the pizza, but a tall man with a patch over one eye, a scar down his face, a red jacket and long black boots.

“Avast!” said the man.

“Avast?” said Evie. “What’s that mean?”

            “Pirate speak,” said Dad, “for ‘hey’ or ‘look ’ere ye landlubbers.’ “

“You could be a pirate,” said Evie, looking thoughtfully at the man.

The pizza girl came puffing up the path. She stopped next to the pirate, holding a flat bag in front of her. Steam oozed out of the sides of the bag.

“Hurry up and build a proper road,” she said, her face red. “I’ve had to park my motorbike all over there, and walk across this rubbly stuff where your garden’s supposed to be.”

“Mum told Dad to dig the garden,” said Evie. “She’ll be home in four hours, but he keeps putting it off because he doesn’t want to do it.”

“Would have liked to be a pirate,” said Dad. “Davy Jones’ locker and shiver me timbers.”

“Is he a pirate?” said the pizza delivery girl, looking up at the man.

“Mad Mark, Pirate Cap’n,” said the pirate. “Thar be booty.”

“Booty – that’ll be the treasure!” said Dad, winking at Evie.

 “What treasure?” asked Evie.

“Arrr!” said the Pizza girl, speaking out of the side of her mouth. “Be that doubloons me hearty?”

“Aye, that it be,” said the pirate. “Parley, ye lubbers,” he added. He sniffed. “I smell dinner smells,” he said.

“Aha, he wants to talk about the treasure,” said Dad. “Come in,”

“Don’t mind if I do, I’m puffed,” said the pizza girl, pushing into the kitchen, a little rudely.

The pirate followed. Evie laid two extra places at the table and Dad set out the pizza in the middle.

“Lucky I ordered a large one,” said Dad, taking a hefty slice.

“Mum’s at work,” Evie told the pizza girl. “Me and Dad’ve been sorting out the furniture.”Dad and Uncle Robert had finished building the house on the outside two days before, but the inside was full of packing cases.

Evie didn’t mind helping, not really, but she didn’t know anyone round here. She’d like some new friends to play with, or even a pet. She’d seen some children down in the village, but didn’t know how to start talking to them.

“I won’t have any pizza – gone off it from smelling it all day,” said the pizza girl. She seated herself next to the pirate. “I’ll have some of that lemonade to cool me down.” She nodded to the cans in a box on the floor.

Dad tossed her up a can.

The pirate took a long knife from his belt. He dug it into the pizza and hacked off a raggedy-edge piece kept together by strands of melted cheese. He opened his mouth and gathering the dangling pizza between his gold teeth, chomped and swallowed.

“Pieces o’Eight,” said the pirate.

“That’ll be his parrot,” said Dad, nodding.

“Pieces o’Eight,” called the pirate, again, looking down. Evie heard a snuffling noise. A brown nose poked out of the top of his jacket, followed by two small eyes, followed by two stuck up ears, followed by…

“Spikes!” cried Evie, as a baby porcupine, with quills lying back like thick hair, wriggled out and slipped down onto the table.

Read the rest as an ebook – it is free on Smashwords, Kobo, iBooks, Barnes and Noble, Diesel and Sony ebooks and only 77p on Amazon’s Kindle.

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