Blazin' Scairy Tales, by Blaze McRob, is ready for your reading enjoyment. Though this is a book of Fairy Tales, it is not for children. Zombie versions of Cinderella, Little Red Riding Hood, Snow White and the Seven Zombies, and Rumpelstiltskin are all included here, as well as Nursery Rhymes such as Zombie Porgie, All The Zombies, Little Jack Horner, Mary Had a Little Lamb, and Precious Miss Zombie.
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Book description:
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Don't read your little ones these Scairy Tales
Lest they be rattling their crib rails.
These fairy scairies from Blaze's quill
Send up your spine the iciest of chills.
So tuck yourself in but leave on the light…
Get ready for Blaze's tales of fright.
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Here's a short teaser for this book:
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There was once a wealthy man who lost his wife and remarried in haste. His second wife was a shrew, so proud and haughty that within a short time he realized his mistake, but the deed was done. Worse than that, she brought into his fine house two daughters who were just like her.
Ah, but his own daughter, a lovely lass, as beautiful on the inside as the outside, was made to feel inferior by the stepmother and her two beautiful but persnickety daughters. The new mistress of the mansion saw fit to have her do all the work that a scullery maid would normally do, while her daughters had not to lift a finger to help around the house. They gave her the name Cinderella because when her work was done, she had to sit amongst the ashes.
But Cinderella did not tell her father what was happening because she realized he was being controlled by his domineering wife and did not wish to cause him any more hardship.
And it came to be that the King’s son gave a series of balls to which the finest in the kingdom would come. There was a longing in his heart to find a proper woman that he might come to love, for even though royal blood flowed through his veins, he was lonely and desperately wanted a love to call his own.
So, it was that her stepsisters should be invited to the biggest ball of all and had Cinderella, who was a Master of Fine taste, assist them in preparing their clothes and hair for the grand event. Even though the two bickered amongst themselves constantly, Cinderella managed to bedeck them in the finest clothing and coiffures imaginable, and they soon left in their carriage, but not before teasing their stepsister that she was not going to the ball.
The pain of doing everything in her power to make her stepsisters look so grand while she had to remain home in her dusty enclave caused her to break down and cry as she was sitting on the edge of the hearth.
“And what might be wrong, my sweet lass?”
Cinderella stared into the face of a short, disheveled woman with raggedy wings. Her face was covered with boils and peeling flesh. Truth be told, she appeared to be on death’s door, but in spite of it all, her disposition was cheery.
“And who . . . and who might you be?” Cinderella asked, shocked at the very presence of this woman.
The woman laughed. “Why, I am your Fairy Godmother.”
“But you look almost like you are dead.”
“Ah, my dear, I am dead, but I am not dead.”
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Happy reading, my friends!
Blaze McRob
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